A/N: A/U - Human Tara - Human Pam

Chris Northman - Portrayed by Chris Hemsworth

Charlie Northman - Portrayed by Charlie Hunnam

Place: New Orleans

Time: Summer of 2010

"You look amazing, perfect get-up for the interview." Pamela sauntered into my room wearing a relaxed purple t-shirt and black yoga pants. She's off on Sundays and Mondays and today are her Workout-Monday's.

"Thanks," I reply appreciatively. I'm wearing a knee-length form-fitting black dress, my shiny black Calvin Klein pumps and a sleek black sweater. "I figured all black was the way to go," I add while applying a crimson red matte lip color to my lips. My bestie has no idea how nervous I am.

"I came in to wish you luck and..." She hesitated slightly for a moment and smiled in the way she does when masking nervousness.

"And..." I asked while spraying a little Juicy Couture on my décolletage.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't mention your past jobs." She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "I'm just saying..."

"I know how to interview, it's keeping the job that I have issues with. Besides, it's a damn vampire bar, not Goldman Sacs." I sassed, rolling my eyes.

"Fair enough, but keep in mind, I've worked there for 5 years and I put in a good word for you." Her perfect blonde brows arched and she waited patiently for me to acknowledged her request.

"And I thank you, Pam, I promise, I won't fuck it up." I smile brightly at her and her big blue eyes beam back at me.

"You got this Tara." She said, I hugged her, then grabbed my black clutch and left.

I'm 23 years old and I've had more jobs than the law should allow. This year alone I've had seven and thanks to my roommate and best friend since junior high I'm getting ready for number eight. Some of my past co-workers have called me high maintenance, not a team player or just plain bitchy, but I don't think I'm any of those things. I work hard, I won't tolerate rundown work environments, manipulative supervisors or unfairness of any kind. I suppose the way I go about addressing said infractions could be developed, but when it happens so often one just becomes fucking fed up. I can't count how many times I've been shortchanged, groped, asked to clean up puke and shit without gloves or even a face mask. Luckily, I can't imagine this place being anything like that. Pam seems to love her job and she always comes home with at least 100 bucks in tips every night. She's always asking me to come out and hang with them, and I have but only twice. Honestly, I did not stay long, I'm still kind of afraid of vampires.

But regardless of my fears I really want this job, so I made sure I did my research on the club. Most generic interview questions consist of asking the interviewee what they know about the business. And I must admit, the history of this club was rather intriguing.

NeckRomance is home to New Orleans longest-running industrial electronic nightclubs. Established in 1980, two decades before the vampires came out of the coffin in The Great Revelation of 2000, the bar posed as a Biker Bar only open to the public on weekends. Unbeknownst to most of the world, the clubs' 3 owners are vampires. Now, the nightclub is open 7 days a week from 7 PM to 3 AM. On Monday's -DJ Sinister crafts a continuous audio-visual mix show of the latest and the greatest in Dark Metal, hardcore Electronic-Rock, Brit-Pop, Nu-Metal, Wave and more. Tuesday nights DJ Macabre shines with his mixture of Alternative rock, 80's crossover, and New wave punk. Wednesday's and Thursday's are a throwback to the days when the bar posed as a Biker Club. A dozen sultry Burlesque dancers, cleverly named Dracula's Daughters perform today's Pop Hits of their choice and men come from all over the world to see the display of stunning women. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday is called The Vampire Weekends with DJ Lestat and his quartet of exotic dancers calls Hell Lovers: He is the master at Drum and Bass, Dark-step, Down-tempo, and Acid jazz. The atmosphere is dark-decadence for alternative pleasures catering to the artistic, creative and futuristic industrial tendencies of and tortured souls.

Now I guess it's time to put my big girl britches on. It's 8 PM sharp as I enter the employee entrance as instructed by Eric, one of the bar's owners. He called me last night and told me that he'd be waiting behind the crimson doors. I quickly gathered were I was. This is the hallway that leads to the restrooms.

And there he was. A tall statuesque figure standing at the end of a dimly lit the hall.

My eyes quickly adjust to the lighting as I swiftly near him. He's tall, taller than the average man, at least 6'4. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way, followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak ass smile.

"Pleasure to meet you, Tara Thornton." My name is Eric Northman.

"Nice to meet you, Eric," I said, listening to my own voice hitch. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal. And then his eyes- they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby blue as a great body of water that softly melted into a milky green. This close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his pale skin made him look devilishly handsome. Unbelievably, he got better the more I looked.

Please follow me." He turned and pushed through the doors of the parlor where he found refuge in the softness of an old plush chair. A soothing yellow glow emanated from matching Tiffany lamps on an antique end of the tables.

The parlor doors swung open again and my breath was taken away. Two more tall, handsome, blonde men entered the room. Neither of them spoke as they pushed over a chair, they took a seat, each on the opposite side of Eric, as they did so, their cold gazes never faltered from mine.

"Tara Thornton, this is my brother Charlie." He motioned to the man on the left. His face was simply beautiful. Well-defined, with a sharp jaw and angular cheekbones. The complexion of his skin going well with his ocean-like eyes. and he smiled at me, his smile was wolfish, almost sinister. Even though my heart was beating faster than a shooting star, I tried my best not to appear nervous, but it was almost as if he could sense it anyway. "And my brother Chris." Eric motioned to the right and I was greeted by another ridiculously handsome man. His bone structure was fine and perfectly symmetrical. It was manly and he leered at me with the same wicked grin.

Now I'm sitting just an arm's length away from three of the sexiest men I've ever seen in my whole goddamn life. They don't even look like vampires. They are all dressed in blue; Eric in a blue sweater, Charlie in a blue blazer and Chris in a blue Henley, accompanied by dark blue jeans and black boots.

"Nice to meet you, Charlie and Chris," I said and neither of them replied, they just keep leering at me. Their eyes roamed over me, from my hair to my feet. For a fleeting moment, I wonder if they can see through my clothes. Surely Pam would have told me about that?

"You were recommended by one of our best employees Pamela Ravenscroft," Eric said. He didn't look at me the way his brothers did. His eyes only peered into mine as if he was searching for something profound and I held all the answers. It was comforting and I found myself becoming relaxed again.

"Yes, she told me nothing but great things about your establishment, and all of my visits have been enjoyable," I said and took in a deep breath, a little unbelieving at how good I sounded.

"If our establishment was so enjoyable, why haven't you visited us more often...Tara," Charlie asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

Got damn it, Pam did not prepare me for this!