Thanks again for all the reviews, follows and favorites, I really appreciate all of these, so that you're letting me know, that you like my story.
First of all I'll answer a few reviews again.
lundyred: I sent you a private message after I've read your review, because I didn't want you to have to wait until the next chapter, but in case you didn't see the message, I'll tell you about it so that you can read it now.
And for everybody wondering the same thing, Anna is Sookie, but I like to call the blonde waitress from Bon Temps the 'Real Sookie' and Anna just Anna, because she is Sookie, but not exactly THIS Sookie, which will appear later in the story. A small hint, you can probably call her Anookie, or Sookanna. Make of it whatever you want. :P
KYSun: Sadly I have to disappoint you, but maybe you change your mind about the blood after the chapter. Let's just say good as well as bad blood will be spilled. ;)
Naliee: No, she is not, but since she was once fae (in her past life, like many here figured out) she kinda has some sort of abilities left, like her good intuition and such things (the ones she referred herself to as her personal superpower).
suzyq59: I definitely will. Her father will make an appearance in future chapters, but not so soon, because a lot of things have to happen before a certain thing will happen and her parents will get involved in this, so that her mum will call her dad again.
And now I present you chapter 5 or Annas first day at Fangtasia.
ANNAS POV
When I got home that night I was in a surprisingly good mood given all that had happened before I had left for, well a drive to nowhere which had turned out to be Fangtasia, or to specify it a very tall and very good looking vampire.
I actually was glad, that my mum's car was nowhere to be seen in the parking lot in front of our hours. We owned a big garage, but well, she always parked in front of our house anyway.
My grandmother was still awake, at least I guessed so, because she was never one to go to bed early and at around 9 o'clock in the evening sleep wasn't even a term that she wanted to consider.
After parking my car in the space where normally my mother's would be parked I entered the house and tried to be as silent as possible, but even though her age my grandmother seemed to have the best ears in the whole Shreveport area.
"Who's there?" she asked and now I couldn't just run upstairs and pretend to not exist, so I sighed and did the only thing that was left to do, I entered the kitchen and looked at her a bit exhausted from the whole day.
"Me…" I said and from one moment to the next her face light up a bit and a small smile spread across her lips.
"Anna…I was worried sick about you…" were her words and I sighed again…why exactly had my family to be so damn overprotective?
"I'm fine…" I replied and sat down at the kitchen table. I had no intentions to stay long, but if only for a moment I simply had to talk to her.
After a few minutes just sitting there, an uncomfortable silence hung in the room and so I was about to stand up and tell her that I was very tired and wanted to go to bed, as she finally spoke another few words, but these were enough to let my mood sink down a hundred levels deeper…again.
"Have you considered all the information and what to do about your new job?" she asked me and I couldn't believe it.
Yes, grandma I have, I actually spent the last hours with said guy alone in his bar far away from any other human beings, or civilization at all, have almost made out with him and drank blood…so yeah…I definitely have considered it.
Oh how I wished that I could tell her that, but I did hold my grandmother dear so the last thing I wanted to cause was her next heart attack.
"No…" was my simple answer and in my opinion there was nothing left to say. I finally stood up, gave her a last glance and left the kitchen to go upstairs to my room. I really hadn't had even any intentions to talk to either of my family members and as long as my grandmother believed my mother more than me there was nothing we had to talk about.
I was very well aware of the fact that she just wanted to protect me, but not seeing my mother's insanity and how she always talked disrespectful about my father, not that he didn't deserve it, but calling him immediately when the first vampire emergency occurred, that wasn't even possible, at least not in my opinion.
After half an hour that I spent in the bathroom and changing my clothes I was back in my room and somehow my mood didn't change a bit and I had no idea what to do about it. Well I had one but since it wasn't an option I just sat down at the window bench and stared into the darkness of the night.
Maybe it was a bit contradictorily but as much as I hated the dark and cold days during winter and enjoyed the sun in summer I loved the night even more. I've always been a night person if you can call it that, because being up at night had always made me calm and enjoy my life even more. Not just once people had called me a vampire, of course for fun, but there were days when I went to bed when it was still dark and woke up when it was dark again, especially in winter, so yeah…I was kinda a human vampire and I always thought, at least to some extent that it was funny.
I had to yawn and some lights in front of our hours brought me back to reality and I wasn't happy about it at all. My mum was home. Great. She and my grandma were about to have a discussion about what I said earlier to her, I just knew it, like I always did and so I got up and decided to go to bed, but since I wasn't all that tired just yet I grabbed my music player and a certain book that I had not read in quite some time.
Dead in the family I read the title of the book out loud and then started with the first page.
A knock on my door disturbed me and a growled a little bit annoyed "Yes?!" and of course it was my mum.
"Anna, we need to talk" she said and I couldn't believe it, because I really had no intentions at all to discuss this problem, her problem, again.
"I can't, I'm studying right now" I replied and it was partially true. Since I couldn't rely on my certain special mood fix right now I just had to go with Dead in the family and update my knowledge about a specific blonde and tall vampire a bit. I mean I was a walking archive of Eric Northmans life after all, like he called me early this evening and since he was my boss this was a very important study session right now.
Somewhere around midnight I had finally fallen asleep at least with a smile on my face, because I had almost forgotten how much I loved this novel even though something disturbed me. I was very well aware of the fact, that every single detail in this books was a hundred percent true, so also the fact, that Eric Northman has loved Sookie Stackhouse, one woman in about thousand years.
I liked Eric. I did. I always have, but was never sure if this story was really based on facts, but it seemed so and I couldn't help it, but at the same time I didn't feel threatened at all by what I just read.
I mean I should feel like this, right? Normal people do this? Tracy is jealous of every girl the guy she likes even looks at and I doubt that said guys are completely and utterly in love with the girls they look at once, or twice.
This was odd, very odd and disturbing. I was a bit freaking out about this fact and what freaked me even more out was that I had my day off so I couldn't talk to Tracy at all. Not that I would tell her anything but hypothetically spoken I could ask her for some advice, if I would see her today.
"Damn it" I mumbled and let myself fall back into bed because I had no intentions of getting up.
Before going to bed yesterday I had been so excited for today and now I was a complete mess. Why did I feel like I was exactly in her situation? Of course, minus Bill, because I've never met the guy and why did I feel so much like her and that I maybe was just a second class Sookie Stackhouse fix for Eric and that this was the only thing why he even seemed to care the tiniest bit about me?
Somehow I managed to get out of bed twenty minutes later and to make myself look presentable for a day at home.
Down at breakfast I didn't meet my grandmother, or anybody for the matter of fact, because like I said before I had the day off and every time this happens I sleep for like ten hours and so nobody was still at home, but today I was actually glad about this circumstances.
Normally I didn't like to wake up to an empty house, but after yesterday and all the bad thoughts I was having it was probably better anyway.
After breakfast I tried to calm my nerves a bit while watching TV until I heard the doorbell ring. A quick glance at the big watch in the living room told me that it was probably the mail.
Within a few seconds and a fast look in the mirror I had made my way over to the door and was pretty surprised to see not the mailman on the other side of the door.
"Yes?" I asked with a curious voice, because I simply had no idea who this man was nor what he could want from me, but well maybe it was another crazy fellowship guy who wanted to kidnap me because he got the news that I was working for Eric Northman. Who knew? These folks were crazy as fuck.
"Anastasia Pryce?" the middle aged man asked and I nodded.
"Yes, that's me" I replied still a little bit anxious because of the fact that I did not know who he was or what he wanted from me.
"I have a delivery for you." It had me taken until now to realize that he was holding a giant white box with a red ribbon in his hands.
My brain began to scatter. Did I order something? Possibly, but it was always brought by the mailman.
"Thank you" I simply said and he gave me a quick smile before turning around.
Halfway down our stairs he stopped and looked at me again. "I now see why he is speaking so highly of you…" the man side and winked at me, before continuing his way and leaving me totally perplex in the doorway.
What exactly was that? I was not sure at all but now I had a pretty good idea who had sent this man…the exact same person that was freaking me out this morning and I tried to forget about for the moment.
I went inside, of course with the big box and put it on the giant wooden table in our dining room.
I slowly untied the red bow, before I cautiously hovered the upper shell off the box and was looking at a perfectly picked out ensemble of clothes which consisted of a red dress with small straps, a built in corset and a bit of a wider skirt, a matching red purse, red pumps and a silver necklace with a big red pendant which seemed pretty vintage.
I gasped. He couldn't be serious about that, right? Looking at the tags it said Pretty Passion and I knew the brand very well. It was exactly the brand that was even too expensive for my family. Not that we wouldn't be able to shop there, but one piece from this brand was like 100 pieces at another store…so my decision was most of the time pretty obvious.
Still staring at the clothes and completely in awe I hadn't even discovered the white envelope with my name on it yet. The handwriting was beautiful but definitely male and looked a bit like from another century so now I was pretty sure, he had not sent any of his assistants to pick the things out.
I slowly opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
Anastasia,
I'm hoping yesterday evening was as pleasant for you as it was for me. I'm really looking forward to your first night working so I was thinking to present my favorite new employee with a small gift.
Looking forward to tonight.
Sincerely Eric Northman
PS: I'll be watching you…closely.
I was reading the letter over and over again and only the sharp voice of my mother brought me back to reality. I startled and turned around quickly.
"Anna, what is this?" she asked and I didn't know what to say.
"Uhm…"
"Anna?!"
Within seconds she was standing beside me and looking at the box on the table behind me.
She eyed the dress like an investigator and looked even more curious and demanding at me.
"Just something for work tonight…" was my pretty emotionless answer, because if I was a smart girl I wouldn't get all overemotional again.
"That is for work?" she asked holding the dress in her hands and I nodded. "Yes, they have a really different dress code there…"
My mother shook her head and started to walk out of the room, clearly disappointed in me.
"If you get eaten, raped, or killed tonight I've warned you…" she said while leaving for the kitchen.
Thanks mum, that's exactly what your daughter wanted to hear at her first day I replied in my head and packed the things away in the box, before heading up into my room…maybe she was coming back to lecture me again, who knew?
After receiving this gift I was even more determined to look my absolute best tonight. Not that this wasn't my goal all the time, but special occasions were asking for special treatment and this gift just deserved me looking perfectly from head to toe.
After I had spent the afternoon eating a snack, watching a bit more of TV, browsing the internet and reading a bit I started to get ready for tonight.
One and a half hour later I had showered, as well as washed my hair and was pretty pleased with my appearance. I had put my hair up and wrapped a red band with some red and sparkling stones around it. My face looked clear with just the usual light make-up, a little bit of mascara and a red lipstick that I usually didn't wear, but was just made for this dress. My nails were as well painted in the same shade of red and Eric's dress fitted like a second skin and now I knew for a fact that he had watched me closely before and not just once, because the dress just highlighted every part of my body that I liked about myself.
The necklace, the shoes and the purse fitted as well and spinning around in front of my mirror I somehow had the feeling that a certain vampire would be pretty mind blown after tonight.
Maybe it was a bit over the top. I mean the heels were pretty high, the dress very short and the corset pushing my boobs almost up to my chin, but hey…I was going to a vampire bar and not to church and after finally coming to terms that I maybe liked a certain vampire I could use anything that I could get. It was no secret that I had his attention…for now…but I was very well aware of how vampires were ticking, so now I had to keep it.
I started walking down the stairs and since I had no intentions to be late and also none of talking to my family I tried to be out the door before they even could hear the sound of my heels, but well…my mother was working fast, like always.
"Anna." Now I had to turn around and her look spoke volumes.
"Going to work?" she asked me and I nodded. "Exactly."
"Your childish obsession with vampires was always bothering me, but watching this stupid shows and reading this trashy novels never did any harm, so why should I have cared, right?" she started the conversation and I knew that there was more to come.
"But looking at you now, working at this club…you're looking like a whore, nothing more, so maybe you should think about what your future should look like…"
My mouth was hanging open and I couldn't even believe her words.
"Whatever…" were the only words I was able to speak, before turning around and walking out the door.
I just…I couldn't even really come to terms with what had just happened. I was feeling damn good about myself and had been so anxious to finally go to work today and now my mother had to ruin this for me…again?!
Calling me a whore, stating that my love for vampires was childish and dumb and also telling me as a fact that she knows what I want for my future and what I don't? Who did she even think she was? I knew very well what I wanted my future to be like. Maybe I hadn't been sure about it a few weeks, or a few days ago but now I simply saw crystal clear and that after a very long time, actually for the first time in my entire life.
Don't think about it, Anna, just don't I told myself over and over while speeding down the highway and blasting my favorite songs again. I knew what I wanted and it had nothing…really nothing to do with what my mother wanted for me.
Well even I myself was calling me crazy, or I would've called myself crazy, when someone had told me all of the things I was thinking and experience right now, but being in the situation and feeling everything I do I was so sure. I maybe did not have any idea where it did come from but this was no coincidence, this was something different and after seeing Eric with so many other people at the bar, even Pam and of course me I just knew that it wasn't any different for him than for me.
Crazy or not crazy, whatever was going on was real and since I believed in destiny I would just follow my intuition, trust my instincts and everything else would probably work out somehow.
PAMS POV
In about an hour Fangtasia would open so I had plenty of things to do before this. Eric wasn't here yet and I was really wondering where he had spent the day, because he wasn't in his day chamber down in the dungeon.
Where could he have gone? I doubted that he stayed at his old house, because he hadn't used it since he came back, as well as his Corvette and anything else that was related to Sookie Stackhouse.
I had been patient with him, really patient, but he just wasn't the same, not enjoying his newfound freedom at all, or anything for the record.
Every little thing that the old Eric has liked seemed just of no use or interest to the vampire that I had to call my maker.
I had worked my ass of here for the last two hundred years and if there had been any opportunity I would've saved him, of course, but there simply was no way out of this contract, so I just did what Eric would've wanted me to do, to take care of everything while he was gone.
Now he was back, but not doing anything at all. Even him sitting on the throne was just painful to watch, because I was very well aware of the fact, that he was just staring in the same direction all night, not even looking at the people around him, or getting involved with them.
ERICS POV
For the first time in over two hundred years I had slept in my own bed and I actually had slept okay.
Now I was on the way to Fangtasia, because I was late already and even though I was the owner Pam would probably be up my ass again for not caring what was not true.
Speeding down the road in my red Corvette I reached the bar in no time and it had been an enjoyable ride to work.
Walking through the back entry I was heading straight for my office where I found Pamela sitting on my desk and doing some work.
"Good evening, Pamela" I greeted her and she immediately looked up at me with a confused expression on her face.
"Eric. Where were you?" she asked, her voice a bit concerned.
"Home" I simply replied and she seemed pretty disturbed tonight, because Pamela didn't seem to understand a thing.
"Where?" she asked again and I sat down on the other chair.
"At home, Pamela" I answered her again, this time a bit more annoyed.
"You were at home, Eric? Your home?" were her words, before she had gotten up from the chair and was standing beside me completely confused and her voice higher than usual.
I had to growl, what the fuck was wrong with her?
Standing up myself I scanned her and tried to find out what was going on, but nothing about my progeny seemed off.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked her drily and now my good mood started to fade a bit.
"Eric if I understand you correctly you were at your old house and slept there in your day chamber and since I doubt that I started getting hearing problems I heard your Corvette out there…"
I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and waited what she was about to say, but simply nothing followed this words.
I folded my hands and crossed my legs. "Well that is also correct Pam. Do you have any problem with that?" I asked. Of course I didn't give a fuck if she had something against it, but still, it was interesting to play this game with her.
"No, Eric, of course not. I'm just surprised…"
I nodded. "Well Pamela, if there is nothing else I'd like to get to work…"
She nodded herself. "Of course…" and left the room, leaving me alone with a slightly better mood, than just a few seconds ago.
PAMS POV
I still had no fucking clue what was going on when I was walking towards the big bar room and starting to open up Fangtasia for the night.
Something was seriously wrong with Eric, or at least off, because he had been at home and was driving his car again. He had seemed a bit like the Eric I had known about two hundred years ago.
I had no idea what had happened, nor why he was acting like this again but I was very determined to get to the bottom of this, but for now I had to get to my place at the door, because I could hear the first customers from afar.
ANNAS POV
Half an hour later I arrived at Fangtasia and got quickly out of my car. Wow, this was my first day, it was finally time.
As much excited as nervous I walked in my heels towards the back door I was now pretty familiar with and entered the building.
Just like I have lived here forever I walked towards the door with the tag Eric's office and knocked three times.
"Yes" his voice clung in my ears and a small smile spread across my face.
My heartbeat was fast and I tried to stay calm before I opened the door and walked into his office.
While entering I looked directly at him, watching every move and change closely. He was clearly staring at me and soaking every centimeter of my appearance in, so it seemed that my plan had worked and I looked as I had expected me to.
"Eric" I greeted him with a slightly amused grin and finally his eyes had found mine again.
"Anna" he replied and stood up, walking towards me, still staring.
A small chuckle came across my lips and he raised an eyebrow.
"What is so funny Miss Pryce?"
Now he was standing not even half a meter away from me.
"Nothing…" I said and tried to navigate our conversation into a different direction.
"Thank you very much for the outfit…" I smiled, because I was still really thankful and couldn't believe to own such expensive pieces.
"Of course…" were his words and he brushed it off as if it was just a box of chocolate.
Eric scanned me again and after almost a minute added with a smirk "You look just like I have imagined, actually even better, way better."
His staring gaze made me nervous, while his voice made me shiver and right now I had no intentions to even guess what he was just thinking, his look spoke more than just volumes.
ERICS POV
The knocking on my door had actually disturbed me but the fast steady heartbeat and her flowery perfume had given her away since the beginning, so I was actually pretty delighted by the disturbance.
I was curious to find out what she was thinking about my gift and if she was looking as good in the clothes as I had pictured her and now I was about to find out.
She opened the door and I was staring with anticipation into said direction, when she entered and I was just blown away. I would've never told that anybody, because after more than thousand years on this planet I clearly had seen it all, but it seemed like my mind hadn't even been close to what this dress would do to her in reality. I couldn't do anything other but stare and scan every single centimeter of her body and face.
After our little conversation there was another knock on my door and I growled. Who the fuck was disturbing me? It seemed like every single time I was talking to her somebody had the undying nerve to annoy me and probably die.
"Yes?!" I asked and tried to not lose control.
Sandy, another girl working for me was walking through the door and I was just looking annoyed towards her.
"Mr. Northman, Miss DeBeaufort requests you in the main room at your throne…" she said and I could see her stare at Anna as well as me.
"We should get to work, shouldn't we? I also still have to get dressed." Anna asked now and I nodded, completely forgetting that the redhead was even in the same room with us.
"Yes, we should…" I answered and one last look at her dress let me shake my head.
"No" I simply replied and saw confusion arise on her face.
"I would be very pleased if you wear these clothes tonight."
She gasped and was clearly surprised, but a small smile appeared on her face and with a smirk she responded "If you say so, Mr. Northman I of course will do that tonight."
An annoyed snort let me realize that Sandy was still standing in the door and she was clearly not delighted by my conversation with Anna.
"Why the fuck can this bitch wear haut couture, while we have to wear that shit?!" she snapped at me and I rose an eye brow. Was this whore really talking to me like this? I wasn't a patience man, vampire in general, but this girl had just gone too far.
Within seconds I was standing right in front of her, staring at her with a deadly look while my voice was cold as ice. "If you ever do that again you won't just lose your job, are we clear?!"
She was shaking and nodded.
"Now get the fuck out of my office!" I now snapped at her and she ran as fast as she was able in her high heels towards the door to the main room.
ANNAS POV
I wasn't feeling as comfortable as before, because I actually had been happy to be able to wear this fantastic clothes for a longer time, but on the other hand, if the other girls would snap like that I wouldn't make any friends, just enemies and I didn't wanted that either.
"Eric?" I asked in a soft voice and he immediately turned around, looking at me completely different than at that other girl.
"I apologize for the behavior of that trashy woman, I'm sorry you had to witness that" he said and my eyes were wide. Since when did Eric Northman ever apologize to anybody?
"It's fine, I'm just thinking I should change after all…" I explained myself, was looking down and tried to walk as fast out the door as possible, but of course…damn vampire reflexes and so he had grabbed my arm before I had even been halfway out the door.
I turned around and sighed. "Eric…" I started and wasn't really sure what I wanted to say, while he was looking down on me, even though my damn high pumps and asking me again. "I would really like to see you wear the clothes I had picked out for you tonight…"
I nodded and finally gave in. "Okay, but if any of your waitresses tries to kill me tonight, it's on you. "
I smirked a bit.
"If any of my…waitresses…tries to kill you tonight they will be sorry that they've been ever born…" He seemed damn serious and I understood why my mother and the fellowship were so afraid of him, because getting on the wrong side of Eric Northman wasn't a wise decision and so I was even happier about the fact that I seemed to be not only on the good but on the very good side of him.
"Shall we?" he asked now and before I couldn't even answer he had grabbed my arm again and we were walking towards the door to the main room.
Just before opening said door he did let go of me and even though I was a bit sad about this fact, I had to go to work now and Eric as well.
Making my way through the crowd I watched him with one eye getting up to the throne and sitting down on it. If I did see correctly he was also still watching me and so I turned around with a last glance and was surprised to find Pam at the bar…working of course.
"Pam?" I asked surprised and she didn't seem to share this excitement, because her expression looked bored and her voice sounded just as annoyed as most of the time when she was talking with me.
"Thanks to you we have no barkeeper so don't be surprised to find me here…" were here words before she put a tray full of beverages in my hands, alcoholic ones, as well as more bloody ones.
Cautious but still with grace I walked through the room and delivered all the drinks while taking new orders at the same time and it went surprisingly well, it seemed that I had a hidden talent at waitressing, who would've thought that?
I always wanted to try waitressing as a job when I was in college ever since I had read a certain special book series and now it seemed that I was destined for this job anyway.
Many of my customers were human, but I also interacted with other vampires that night, but none of them were offending me, at least not too much, or any different, than some human guys.
I looked different from all the other waitresses here, so of course there eyes and stares were on me and I also had seen Pam's look but I guess she was probably thinking that Eric had authorized me wearing the dress, she after all knew him at least for a couple of hundred years.
Every once in a while my gaze wandered up to Eric's throne and every single time it felt that his eyes were directly on me and of course every single time I was completely right and our eyes met for a short time, before I had to concentrate on my work again.
I somehow tried to look extra good while doing my job, not for all the customers and the tips, I got enough of them already and couldn't care less about these meaningless guys, but I wanted to do it for Eric and it seemed to work.
After three hours I got fifteen minutes off, drank a bit of water and then went back into the bar room. I couldn't risk talking to Eric, because I knew how important he was for the bar and their income, but I felt him staring on me…again.
I liked it, of course I did, but it also made me nervous and at times pretty uncomfortable and it also seemed like he just pretended to do whatever he had to do and was watching me the whole night.
The music was blasting, the people letting loose, dancing around and drinking more than they probably should and accidently my gaze stopped too long at a pole and a lot of girls in too short skirts and too revealing tops were standing around it.
Curious as I was I watched them dancing and became an idea. Not, that I had ever taken dancing lessons, nor was I a big dancer, but sometimes it seemed to be an advantage to have a stripper for a best friend and this sometimes seemed to have come tonight.
I never knew why women or girls dressed like they did. I wouldn't even be able to move in this tiny stuff, but well before I even knew what I was doing I was standing beside them and saying "Excuse me, can I be next?"
The group of giggling and dancing girls stopped immediately, looking at me and scanning me from head to toe. One shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, show us what you've got" and in two seconds I was standing on the small plateau.
One last glance at Eric and the guy was still watching me. Good what have I done? I was thinking, but if I would back out of this now…no…this was not an option.
Just be Tracy, for once in your life I told myself and started dancing like she had showed me a couple of times. I had to thank her for annoying me with that stuff for years tomorrow, or whenever I would see her again…definitely.
I just somehow had turned off my brain and followed my instincts…right, like I said before…follow your intuition and your instincts, the rest will somehow work out, right?
After a few seconds and moves at the beginning I actually felt really comfortable and secure in what I was doing. My voluptuous curves had always brought me more attention than I actually wanted, but me plus that dress, well…that was definitely another level and so I didn't even have to do much to have all looks on me, even though I didn't care a bit about them.
When the song was over the people around me applauded and with a grin and curtsey I walked off the stage, looked back at Eric and winked at him, before returning to Pam, the bar and my work.
That had actually gone pretty well, I was surprised by myself, but Eric's face had just been priceless. He may have tried to hide it, but I had seen right through him. So much for making me feel uncomfortable, Mr. Northman I thought to myself and wrote down a few new orders while bringing the right drinks to said tables.
ERICS POV
Tonight wasn't so much different from all the other nights, but my mood had been decent almost the entire evening. Pam would be pleased with me and my work today, not that I cared, but still, one annoyance less in my undead life.
I hadn't really looked at the people, nor interacted much with them, but somehow it seemed like my mood affected my appearance and watching Anna at work just seemed to have said effect on me.
I couldn't get enough of her in that dress that I had personally picked out and knew that I had made the right decision to let her work in that outfit. Pamela would lecture me later, but like I said a thousand times before…I did not give a damn fuck.
I had actually thought that this image of perfection couldn't get any better, but like Miss Pryce always did, she surprised me again. This girl in that dress dancing like this…holy hell, why had she not applied as a dancer?
I wasn't quite sure, but actually glad that she didn't because all of these guys staring at her like this was nothing that I could stomach night after night, even though I was very well aware of where she was looking the whole time…directly at me.
ANNAS POV
I was just about to serve a few more Tru Bloods to some customers when I felt something…someone behind me. I quickly turned around and looked into the face of a guy with exposed fangs…so he was a vampire.
I didn't know what he wanted so I just asked "Can I do something for you, Sir?" maybe he wanted to order something, or I had some orders mixed up, who knew, right?
He grinned and I stepped back, because suddenly I was feeling uncomfortable. A look at the throne made me even more anxious, because Eric was not there…where was he?
"Yeah, you can do something for me…" he replied, taking a step towards me, still grinning.
The people around us didn't seem to care and within seconds I felt the hard wooden wall of a small and empty bar digging into my back, whilst my tray with all the orders had crashed onto the floor meters behind us.
"I saw you before, sweetie…" he whispered into my ear and I stiffened immediately, trying to get him off me, but he was covering my mouth with his hand and so every scream would be nipped in the bud anyway.
Before I realized what he even wanted I felt a painful sting and screamed, trying to kick him off me with my legs, while he was drinking from me uncontrollably, but he was too strong and his hand still covered my mouth.
I still tried to scream and somehow hurt him, but it was hopeless and what was even worse was the fact that my mum had told me so.
The pain was excruciating and my mind got blurry, as suddenly the guy was ripped off of me and I was covered in blood. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream and then I blacked out and didn't even feel how my body hit the floor.
ERICS POV
I had just been in my office for about five damn minutes, to get Pam a certain contract, when I smelled her. Even from miles ago I would know that it was her, but what disturbed me the most was, that she wasn't around me, or anywhere near me, so how was I able to smell her? Unless…
Letting the papers in my hand crash to the floor I speeded into the main room, following my animal instincts and her smell. There was blood. I also would be able to smell blood from a mile and within seconds I was spotting a horrific scene.
I did not care who he was, nor where he came from, or if I should do what I did, but I ripped this asshole of a vampire apart.
She was covered in blood, as well her own, as the vampires and I did not look any different, whilst it was spraying over the whole small bar area and covering everything in its reach making the disastrous picture look even more horrifying.
Before doing anything else I fell to my knees and bit my wrist, Pam now beside me and holding her mouth open, so that I was able to get my blood into her system.
I was mad, not only mad, but furious and wanted to break limbs, throw tables across the room and go on a killing spree. I had just left for five fucking minutes and this bastard had taken the opportunity…it was my fault. I was the one who wanted her to wear this outfit after all.
When we had gotten enough blood into her system I gave Pam a look and said "Pamela, you take care of this mess" and got up with Anna in my arms, shooting deadly looks at all the vampires surrounding us, some had even their fangs exposed and eyed here as if she was their next dinner.
"If I witness anybody ever just looking at her the wrong way, or talking at her the wrong way, he or she will face the same fate as this vampire, only more painful and I will certainly take my pleasure in doing so."
I was still in a rage and whilst my voice was ice cold and my face seemed like stone I growled these words towards them, before I exposed me fangs, looking even more dangerous, than usually.
" .Mine" I spit at them in a dangerously low voice, before I vanished in vampire speed to my office.
ANNAS POV
I was so tired and my head hurt badly. I didn't know where I was nor what happened, but I felt like I was run over by a car…maybe I actually was run over by a car?
I started to blink a few times and tried to open my eyes.
The sudden amount of light made my head hurt even more and I immediately closed them again moaning in pain, but like always my curiosity got the best of me and so I tried again and opened my eyes just as much as I needed to see where I actually was.
I knew that room…that office…it was Eric's and suddenly all the bad memories about what had happened earlier came rushing back and making me sick.
I was probably lying down on the couch and before I could even blink a wastepaper basket was in my sight and I had to throw up a few times, whilst I was chocking and shaking.
"Better?" a too familiar voice asked me and I finally dared to look up to Eric and nodded slowly.
"Well, at least I'm not dead…" I said and tried to joke a bit, but I had to hiss in pain, because the slight laughter did hurt like hell. "Even though I feel like it…" I added probably not hearable for human ears, but this didn't apply to vampires.
Two seconds later he was handing me a glass of water and I mumbled a "Thank you" before drinking slowly a few sips.
Now I was actually feeling at least a bit better and was about to get up from the sofa, clenching my teeth, as he helped me to sit down.
My head was still dizzy and my view a bit blurry, but I was at least sitting instead of lying, so that much for progress.
It had me taken until now to realize that Eric's black leather chair was standing not even a meter away from the couch and he was also sitting down, but eyeing me attentively.
"Do you remember what happened?" he now asked with a concerned look and I nodded.
"Did you kill him?" I didn't know why I asked him, but I figured so and he nodded as well.
"Yes I did and nobody shall ever harm you again." I chuckled a bit. "That's not for you to decide anyway. There are always bad people and bad vampires out there."
Eric's face turned to stone. "I made myself pretty clear and anybody who had heard of me will not dare to even look at you the wrong way, trust me."
Now I had to look at him with wide eyes, not because I didn't understand, or couldn't believe him, but he had taken me completely by surprise, after all I was just a human waitress at his bar that he had known for a few days.
"Seems like you have quite the reputation, Mr. Northman, haven't you?!" said jokingly and tried to wink at me to lighten the mood a bit and I at least got him to raise his eyebrow a bit.
"If you say so, Miss Pryce…"
I had just accidently looked down on me, because I wanted at least to know the damage that this incident had done to my dress, when I spotted black instead of bright red. Confused I tried to make sense of it and spotted a black Fangtasia sweatpants and a black Fangtasia T-shirt.
I swallowed hard. "Eric, where is my dress?" I asked.
"Well, I'm not really educated in terms of clothing, but I figured that it is too damaged by all this blood" he explained and when he saw the look on my face he added with a smirk "I'll buy you a new one, if you want."
I couldn't reply anything I was still in a bit of a shock.
"How…" I started and he looked at me again waiting for what I was about to say.
"This clothes…" Now he seemed to know what I was trying to say and was getting up from his chair.
"Before you're unleashing hell on earth on me, I just figured that you wouldn't wanna wake up in clothes soaking with blood of your attacker, so I grabbed some from downstairs."
With a gasp I jumped from the sofa and hissed in pain. Damn it, that really did hurt and looking more clearly at myself. I glared at him.
"You did not just…" I started and couldn't believe it. This guy wasn't serious, right?
"Why the fuck didn't you ask, Pam?" I snapped at him and Eric sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Well, because first of all she wouldn't wanna touch a human with a pair of nippers and second I was sure as hell not letting another vampire close to you, not even my own progeny."
I sighed and sat down on the couch again, before I gave him an apologetic look.
"Well, that was very considerate of you, Thank you, but I hope you didn't even peak for a second…" I gave him a glaring look and he just replied "Well, I can't assure you in terms of one second, but I can in case of more than one…" and was smirking at me…like he always did.
At least I had decided to wear matching underwear to my dress, but well I seemed to have pretty interesting thoughts for a girl that was almost killed tonight.
Looking back at Eric he seemed much more serious now and was sitting down on the chair again.
"Anna, we have to talk…" he started the conversation and I knew that this wasn't good at all.
ERICS POV
I knew it was my fault and now she had drunk my blood and to deal with all the affects that came with it.
For a few seconds I just stared at her, being glad that she was still alive, but I had to face the facts and start this uncomfortable conversation.
"First of all I wanna apologize for every wanting you to wear this clothes tonight" I started the conversation and just the expression on her face told me that she was about to interrupt me, which I couldn't let happen so I immediately continued.
"I knew my bar for over two hundred years as well as my customers, so I should've been aware of the effects and the possibly outcome. I as well should never have you let out of my sight tonight, but I also did another thing I'm deeply sorry for, because it truly was not my intention to almost get you killed, or bring any harm to you."
"But you didn't…it's not your fault. It's as much yours as it is mine…" she responded a bit enraged.
I sighed, she was just so stubborn that even I had no chance against her and usually nobody ever questioned what I said…at least without losing their heard…and probably some limbs.
After everything that had happened that evening as well to her as to me I was just not in the mood to argue with Anna about this fact and so I moved on with our conversation to the second important part.
"As you maybe have already wondered, the wound on your neck is gone and since you're smart girl you probably know how this could've happened…"
Anna nodded. "Vampire blood." She answered me and I wasn't surprised at all that she stated this as a fact as if I would've asked her where she had been actually bitten.
"That's correct…" I confirmed what she had just told me and decided to let her do the work or investigating as some would call it.
"So Anna, you seem to know quite a bit about vampires. What does vampire blood exactly do to humans?" After asking this question I observed her attentively and waited for what she had to say.
ANNAS POV
I hadn't really wondered about the bite until Eric had brought my attention to it. My whole body did hurt, every single limb, so I hadn't been thinking about this certain spot and if it did hurt too.
It was obvious that I had been healed with vampire blood…very possible his and now he asked me about the effects. I was just too eager to name said ones, after all I was a walking vampire dictionary, right?
"Okay, so vampire blood consumed by humans will heighten their senses, as well as increase their strength, provide an intense sexual experience and also cause certain hallucinations. A larger dose can also heal wounds, like it already did, make the vampire bond with the human who drank the certain amount of blood, increase their libido and make the human dream about the vampire."
Eric nodded. "And now for once think about what you have actually said instead of just playing a walking dictionary…" He shortly smirked at me before getting serious again and I went over all the certain effects again, but this time silently.
Okay, heighten their senses that's not bad, that's actually good, could be fun.
Increase their…my strength? Hmm, maybe it's time for some remodeling at home, since I maybe am able to move some furniture around by myself.
An intense sexual experience? Tracy would probably be up for that within a second, but doesn't affect my life at all.
Hallucinations? Hmm, that could be bad, but hey, I'm pretty good at figuring out when I'm dreaming, so I think I can handle this as well.
A larger does can heal wounds…that has already happened.
Make the vampire bond with the human?!
Increase their libido?!
And make the human dream about the vampire?!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I was jumping off my seat way too fast, moving around pretty irritated, with a shocked expression on my face, ignoring the pain, before I turned around to Eric and now spoke out loud what I was thinking.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Eric!" I shouted at him and I couldn't stop to think that he was watching me with a bit of amusement.
"Smart girl…" he just said, before adding "I actually had expected to you to say these words under some different circumstances, but well…" as I sighed and sat down on the sofa again.
Staring at him I didn't think about it for long and just asked "What are we going to do about it?"
"Nothing?" he responded with a raised eyebrow because he knew very well that I was the walking dictionary and that I also was very well aware of the fact that we, or actually neither of us, could do anything about it.
ERICS POV
Even though the situation was dead serious I couldn't stop my slight amusement about said situation, as well as Anna's reaction. Eyeing her closely I tried to figure out what she was thinking. She was probably letting all of this sink in.
"So how are you feeling?" I asked her and she startled a bit before looking up at me with a confused expression.
"Better…" she replied and I shook my head. "That's good to hear, but I was actually talking about our situation."
She shrugged. "I guess I…we have to live with it right?" she asked and I confirmed her thoughts.
"Yes we indeed have to, but I actually wanted to know what you're thinking about it?"
She seemed deep in thoughts and after about five minutes her face finally moved again.
"I have no idea. I mean that's a lot to take in and it doesn't ever go away, right? Especially that amount?"
I just nodded, because she almost knew these things better than some of my kind and even though I was still impressed by it, I didn't want to change the subject right now. This conversation was way too serious and important for our future, whatever one it would be.
ANNAS POV
What was he expecting from me? On my drive here I wanted to keep his attention and now I had it, even more of it than I actually maybe wanted. I knew way too well what vampire blood could do to a human and in my case we weren't talking about a few drops we were talking about a big amount of it.
Suddenly the scene from Dallas where Eric had tricked Sookie into drinking his blood popped up in my head and everything that had happened after that even though she had just a few drops in her body, while I was like a walking bottle of Eric Northmans blood now.
The pounding in my head was always interrupting my thoughts and I growled a bit in pain.
Eric had been watching me the whole time, without a bit of impatience and looking at him I just sighed. "I think I have to just sleep and then think about it tomorrow. I'll get used to it." He had saved my life twice and so I just wanted to assure him that everything was going to be fine.
Slowly getting up from the sofa I mumbled "I should probably get home now…I'm really tired and everything still hurts."
He nodded. "Yes, you probably should go home and rest."
Within seconds he had grabbed my arm and was walking with me towards the back entry of the bar.
My feet were just following him, like they were programmed to do so and as soon we stepped outside the bar and I was inhaling the cool night air my headache wore a bit off and I started to think a lot more clearly. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all, right?
A small smile crossed my face and of course I wasn't able to hide anything from a always attentive vampire. He gave me his 'What?' look and I simply replied to his unanswered question "I was just thinking, that I'm pretty sure, that I'll get used to it."
He seemed a bit surprised and raised an eye brow. "Well if that's so Miss Pryce…" he started and within seconds I found myself pressed against the cold and stony wall of the bar. "Then I'm going to give you even more to wrap your pretty little mind around…"
My heart had started to beat almost out of my chest and his voice so close at my ear made me shiver again, before I risked a look into Erics deep blue orbs, that were so close and completely consuming me.
Without even realizing it he had started to kiss me and damn was he a good kisser. I didn't know much about it, but I finally got a grasp why people liked to do this.
I slowly started to engage into the kiss and sooner than later we weren't kissing anymore, this was like a full make-out session and he was almost pressing me with his whole weight against the wall, while his hands seemed to be everywhere and I started to do the same.
When he ended the kiss I was completely out of breath and just staring, not knowing what to say, think, or do, maybe in that moment I didn't even know what my name was and if Eric hadn't steadied me I would've probably just blacked out again.
Still out of breath and watching him I mumbled a "Wow…", saw a smile creep up on Eric's face and was shaking my head.
"Now you're ego is even bigger than before, huh?" I asked rhetorically as I was about to stand on my own two feet again and his only respond was "Until next time Miss Pryce" before he walked into the bar again and I was left alone with all my thoughts and the cool night air, that was able to clear my head for a second time tonight.
I should probably really get home and think about all of this in the morning, if I wouldn't have to already worry about certain side effects.
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