***Chapter Two***

**Club Death**

Shreveport wasn't a far drive from Bon Temps. A decent twenty minutes passed by - until she arrived in an overcrowded lot filled with mostly women.

The bar that played host for the humans and the vampires within - Fangtasia - was the name. The name having that sweet taste that border lined between reality and the fantasy world a vampire can capture and make real.

She had only been here once before the first time for her brother - Jason not believing her brother was guilty for the murders of Maudette, and Don. It had been painful for her to see her brother so defeated and weak. Especially, after the death of Amy - who she had heard her brother had grown quite close to.

However - after receiving the information that she was doing V - Vampire Blood, in which the blood of a vampire can also level your self conscious into another state of being - in easy terms the term 'High' is preferred. She still didn't know all the properties of vampire blood - along with its excessive healing traits.

Moreover, her brother deserved a girl just as special as her brother. That really cared for him body and soul.

Brushing the depressive thoughts away with the shutting of the yellow car door.

Ignoring the pain she felt each time she lifted her feet, swayed her hips, or even the simple action the blinking of the eyes.

She had been through far worse. Much worse.

Making it to the front of the bar seeing a familiar face - the female vampire Pam. Whose choice of true style had her questioning her own clothing as her clothing. Yet, her pick of clothing wasn't what concerns her at the moment.

"Good to see you, Sookie. Where's your vampire companion?"

She spoke with curiosity and a hint of boredom. Her eyes darting from her to other humans who were up to no good. She could tell Pam had been a vampire for a long while - her interest in the human kind was minimal at best.

"I left him..." Pam eyed her up and down and spoke, "Good for you. Eric is inside. "

Her brows inching up to say 'isn't that why you're here?'

"Thank you, Pam. " Pam gave a disinterested reply as she side stepped Pam and into the bar.

Raising her shields up - at least she could do that without it having any long term effect on her health. The telepath entered the bar - without her shields she would have been bombarded by random thoughts she clearly had no interest in hearing.

Spotting Eric immediately. Sitting like a divine God in his throne that sat in the middle of the bar. Paying no mind to the women who had grovel at his feet to be touched, to be wanted by him.

Sookie rolled her eyes as their eyes met one another. And all hell assumed within the bar - the club that hosted to death.