Eric Northman clutched the handlebars of his new blood red Harley Davidson Fat Boy motorcycle, a pair of sunglasses resting across his face. He rolled his shoulders lightly, the leather jacket he wore creaking in response as he lifted up a hand to point in the left direction, signifying to Pam on the motorcycle following him to turn left. Pam sat clad in leather pants, leather jacket, and a red corset seated upon her new Tiffany Harley Davidson just as Eric had promised her, she realistically would not have settled for anything less. Her blonde locks were pulled back into a low ponytail; a pair of leather-clad arms were snaked around her waist. Jessica's face pressed into the back of Pam, as she seemed to be clutching on for dear life as they made the left turn that Eric instructed.
The pair of motorcycles pulled into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair only mere moments after dusk. Once parked, Eric dismounted his bike, sliding the glasses from his face, looking around the empty parking lot save for one vehicle. Pam equally dismounted her own bike as Jessica sat there a moment as if she were frozen to the seat.
"You gonna be alright there, Cupcake?" Pam asked Jessica with a cock of a thin eyebrow. Jessica nodded a few times before she ungracefully slid off the bike.
"I don't understand why I couldn't get my own bike, maybe I wouldn't be as terrified being able to grip onto metal instead of your bony torso," Jessica exclaimed as she folded her arms over herself, Pam placed a hand on her hip and the other hand touched to her chest.
"Aw, you flatter me. I haven't been called bony in ages," Pam said as Eric started to move toward what looked to be a front office of sorts.
"You two stay out here until I summon you," Eric proclaimed as Pam crossed her arms over her chest and leaned on her bike with a huff. Eric peered into the office seeing a single desk light lamp on as he gave the door a light knock.
Gemma Teller sat at the desk, her reading glasses hanging off the edge of her nose as she sorted through various amounts of paperwork. She glanced to the clock and cursed inwardly to herself. They were scheduled to close in ten minutes, why did this always happen, people waltzing in at the last minute. She let out a sigh as she cleared her throat, hoping the customer would be able to just come back tomorrow.
"Sorry, we actually just closed! Anyway you could come back tomorrow?" Gemma yelled to the closed door. Eric leaned on the doorframe as he played with the sunglasses between his fingers.
"I assure you, I only need a moment of your time. I'm new to riding, just had a quick question about a funny sound my bike is making," Eric lied, his blue orbs turning to peer through the screen of the door again, making out the slight outline within of the woman inside. Gemma sighed as she tore the reading glasses from her face and stood from the desk. Walking over, she unlocked the door and pulled it open, her eyebrows raising when she looked up at a tall, blonde-haired, and up kept man clad in black leather. Clearly, he was not from around here. She stood to the side and gestured a hand past her.
"Come on in," Gemma said to Eric, as his lips curled slowly into a grin having gained the invitation he sought and ducked his head as he walked in. Gemma reached past him to flick on the light switch, clearing her throat as she batted some of the rogue hairs from her bangs that were hanging in her eyes.
"So, you said your bike is making a funny noise? What kind of noise?" Gemma asked as Eric took a moment to survey his surroundings before he took the few steps he needed to be standing toe to toe with the woman. Gemma was slightly taken aback as she found herself being pressed into the desk behind her, her hand started to inconspicuously search for the Ruger that was somewhere beneath all the papers.
"I am actually looking for Jax Teller, you wouldn't happen to know his where abouts?" Eric asked as Gemma felt her throat beginning to tighten, her hand finally finding the Ruger as she gripped it in her palm, waiting for the opportune moment.
"No, he uh, he only comes by the shop every once and awhile to check in. Hasn't worked here regularly for years," Gemma said as she watched Eric carefully, Eric doing the same, having already caught wind of her plan to pull a gun on him. He had most certainly not been born yesterday. He nodded in response to her answer as he leaned in closer.
"Well, I'm going to need you to give him a call and tell him that you need him here, tell him you're being threatened if you'd like, maybe he'd get here faster," Eric said as Gemma took a sharp intake of breath before she yanked the Ruger from beneath the papers and brought it immediately up and towards Eric. Eric raised a hand effortlessly, latching onto Gemma's wrist, she wincing from the slight pain he was causing. He used his other hand to pry the pistol from her hand, crushing it within her grasp as Gemma's eyes widened in absolute fear.
"Wh-what are you?" Gemma asked, suddenly finding it hard to even breathe normally. Eric leaned down and peered into Gemma's eyes, watching as they locked onto his in a Glamour.
"What is your name?" Eric asked as Gemma stared on at him, completely under his spell.
"Gem-Gemma Teller," Gemma responded as Eric smiled, pleased that they were clearly related to each other, this would make things far easier.
"Mmm, the Prince's mommy, are we?" He asked as Gemma's face contorted into slight confusion at the question.
"No matter. Gemma, I need you to take out your cell phone and give your son a call. Tell him that a very powerful man is threatening you and he has requested a meeting. Tell him if he is not here within the next hour, that the man will drain you of blood and leave you to die," Gemma slowly nodded as a single tear managed to creep its way down her cheek. All she could do was agree and comply while under Eric's spell. Eric raised a hand to brush the tear from her cheek, offering an understanding smile.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he will comply. Call…now," Eric said as she hadn't taken out her cell phone upon the word call but fumbled about in her pocket after he spoke his determination. Gemma dialed a number into her phone and rose a shaky hand to her ear, waiting for Jax to pick up.
"J-Jax? Hey honey, listen, you need to get to the shop as soon as you can," Gemma began to say, Eric holding his Glamour stare on her as she continued to talk.
"No, the shop is fine, there- I just have a very powerful man here who says if you don't get here within the next hour, he will-he'll drain me of my blood and leave me to die," Gemma said, another tear starting to fall from her eye and she dropped the phone absently as she couldn't feel her fingers anymore. Eric reached out a hand to catch the phone before it crashed to the ground.
"I take it he's coming?" Eric asked as Gemma nodded slowly and he patted her lightly atop the head.
"Thank you, my dear, now go ahead and take a seat and do not move until I say otherwise," Eric spoke as he gestured towards her desk chair, as Gemma followed orders and sat down. Eric turned and walked out the door, sauntering back over to where he left his motorcycle and the women.
"Not that I honestly care, but you could have at least told him where you were goin'," Pam said with half the enthusiasm one would usually have when having 'girl talk' with another female. Eric cocked an eyebrow as he looked between Pam and Jessica, he having clearly walked up in the middle of a conversation.
"Hoyt can go straight to hell with his cheating, lying self. I will never forgive him for making me a divorcee, ever," Jessica spat as she crossed her arms firmly over her chest and turned her back to Pam, as if Pam herself were the one that lied and cheated on her. Pam looked over to Eric with a raise of the eyebrows and shrugged then gestured towards Jessica with her head. It took Eric a moment to realize Pam was edging him on to offer Jessica some form of comfort so he took a step forward and lightly patted the redhead's shoulder.
"There, there. You will find another, he didn't deserve you, and all that jazz," Eric spoke with monotone as his interest was taken elsewhere, seeing the group of motorcycles making their way down the road right towards the auto shop. He smiled to himself as he half took a seat on his own motorcycle, placing his hands in his lap.
Jax Teller pulled into the parking lot followed by Chibs and Tig, who were accompanying him for back up. Jax sprung off his bike, ripping the helmet from his head. Chibs leaped off his own bike, grabbing Jax by the arm who had already seemed wound up tight from previous events.
"Jackie-Boy, ye can't forget what just happened back there. Once word gets around that ye killed a club president, things are goin' tah get complicated," Chibs said as Jax's jaw squared off, yanking his arm from his friends grasp.
"I already told you, Jury betrayed the patch. He told the Chinese where those guns were and worse he pulled a gun on me. I did what was necessary, Gemma's life is far more important right now," Jax said haughtily as he turned from Chibs, running a hand through his long blonde locks, his pistol immediately coming out of his holster and pointing at Eric who still sat on his bike, cool as a cucumber.
"Where is she?" Jax asked as Eric's hands rose, palms facing Jax to show that he was in no way armed.
"Relax. She's inside, completely safe," Eric spoke delicately as Jax motioned with his head towards the office, Tig nodded once in understanding as he moved to the office to check on Gemma.
"Tell me why I shouldn't shoot you right now," Jax said, his nostrils flaring as Eric couldn't help but smile.
"Because your bullets will not kill me," Eric said as Jax's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his grip tightening on the pistol.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jax asked, his mind racing as Chibs stood behind him looking equally as confused. Eric was then off his bike in a flash, his hand clasping around Jax's throat, with just enough pressure to constrict his airway slightly but not do any real damage. Chibs immediately removed his pistol and shot Eric twice in the back. Eric sighed at the sheer disregard for his words. He was starting to miss how easy it had become to be a vampire in the south, all humans having feared, welcomed, or shunned them but at least they were all aware of their existence and what they were capable of. Chibs dropped the pistol as his eyes widened, not understanding how Eric was still standing, completely alive and seemingly unharmed by the bullets lodged into his back. Pam and Jessica had replied in kind to the threat on their lead vampire by baring their fangs, which made Jax's brows furrow not believing his eyes, and assumed that the adrenaline was throwing off his vision. Then Eric leaned forward and unleashed his own set of fangs, which made Jax's eyes grow that much wider in realization that he had in fact seen correctly.
"Jackson Teller, I am Eric Northman…and I have a proposition I'd like to discuss with you, if you'd be so kind as to stop trying to shoot me, and listen," Eric said as Jax slowly nodded, Eric's grip loosening from his throat as he took a step back. Jax rose a hand to rub at his neck, his eyebrows still furrowed as Jax and Chibs moved to stand next to each other and several feet away from Eric.
"What the hell are you people?" Jax asked as Eric, Pam, and Jessica all retracted their fangs, Eric adjusting the cuffs of his leather jacket. He had to smirk at Jax's lack of context clues given the current situation.
"Is it not fairly obvious?" Eric asked as he rose his eyebrows to him, waiting for the wheel to begin turning. Jax and Chibs just continued to look between the three of them, apparently too shocked to think properly and Eric sighed.
"Dracula? Blade?...Buffy?" Eric said as he hesitated on using that last one as an example but he was pulling at strings here. Chibs shook his head as he let out a laugh, splaying his hand around in the air in sheer disbelief.
"Nae way, there's nae bloody way ye all are vampires," Chibs said as Jax looked over to him and then back at Eric, having not known what to believe at this point. Suddenly, Tig immerged from the office with a very frightened Gemma clinging to the back of him as he raised his pistol to Eric. Eric sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as Jax held up his hands to Tig.
"Tig, put the gun down, now!" Jax bellowed, as Tig hesitated but for a moment before holstering his pistol in confusion. Eric took note of this, his men showed loyalty to their leader, which would prove incredibly useful in his endeavors, as that meant all he had to do was convince Jax, and the rest would surely follow.
"What's uh, what's going on Jax?" Tig said as he came to stand beside them, Gemma peering around from behind pointing at Eric with a shaky finger.
"That man is a demon, that's what's going on," Gemma said as Eric couldn't help but laugh at her observation.
"Hardly. I'm far worse, I assure you," Eric responded as Jax's jaw began to square off again, nodding slowly.
"So, how do we know you're telling the truth and not just some whacked Goths who got their teeth sharpened and like to drink blood?" Jax said with a cock of an eyebrow which made Eric cant his head in appreciation.
"Now you're thinking more clearly, good. Your first clue was the fact that I was shot twice in the back and I am still standing. If the retractable fangs and insane reflexes are still not enough to convince you, I suppose I can perform one last parlor trick," Eric spoke as his form suddenly lifted straight up into the sky, a feat that not all vampires could do, but given his age was something he had perfected. Jax and Chibs blinked as they looked around for him, when suddenly he darted back down from the skies directly behind Gemma.
"Boo," he said which cause Gemma to nearly jump out of her skin with a shriek. Jax turned around and held up his hands, having had enough of this and not really having any other choice but to believe these people truly were vampires, which was a crazy thought to even come to terms with.
"Alright, alright. So, you're vampires, but what the hell do you want with us?" Jax said as he found himself standing between Eric and his mother now protectively which Eric also took note of and smiled. Eric crossed his fingers behind his back and began to walk around them, explaining his proposal.
"When you live a thousand years, life starts to become dull at times, and you look for ways to brighten things up. I have been stuck in the God forsaken pit of the south in America for the last decade and decided to seek new territory. I heard of your little motorcycle club as well as the reputation you all have built for yourself and I wish to capitalize on that," Eric spoke, as Jax listened intently, narrowing his eyes.
"What, you want to gain profit from our club? We are out of the gun running business," Jax said and Eric laughed, cocking his head to him.
"We both know that isn't true, Teller," Eric challenged as Jax's jaw began to square again.
"Never the less you will continue to run your current operations as you see fit, but you will also begin to run a drug that has become known as 'V'," Eric said as all the men of the Sons of Anarchy began to glance to each other in confusion.
"We don't want any part in any kind of drug trade," Jax said sternly as Eric again couldn't help but laugh.
"I find it interesting that you thought any part of this was negotiable," Eric said as he smirked. Tig took a step forward as he shook his head rapidly.
"You can't force us to go into a trade we want no part of, pal," Tig said as Jax looked over at Tig with a shake of the head, as if signifying to not fuck with this guy. Eric could feel his blood boil as he suddenly lurched forward, grabbing Tig by the throat and lifting him from the ground with a growl, his fangs coming out to play again.
"I could kill all of you in a blink of an eye, so when I say you are going to get into a new trade, it would behoove you to notchallenge me," Eric said loosening his grip, letting Tig fall to the ground. Jax held his hands up defensively as he moved toward Tig to ensure he was okay.
"Alright, alright! Come by the club house tomorrow and we will go over details," Jax agreed as Eric ran a hand through his blonde locks with a slight sniff of his nose.
"Where is this said club house?" Eric asked as Jax started to move towards his bike, Jessica making the motioned effort to follow him.
"It's above an ice cream ship called, Scoops, on Orange Ave," Jax said as Eric's face slipped into the grimace of the mention of an ice cream shop. Surely he couldn't expect a creature of the night to be seen entering an ice cream shop.
"An ice cream shop? Hmm, we will look into this as well, there has to be better places with which to hold meetings," Eric said as he slipped onto his bike, sliding the glasses over his face. Jessica moved over to Jax, shifting a bit of red hair behind her ear as she smiled at him sheepishly.
"Um, hey, mah name's Jessica," Jessica said as Jax nodded to her once slipping the half helmet on his head.
"Nice to meet ya, Darlin', welcome to Charming," he said as he slid the riding glasses over his face and roared the bike to life taking off down the road. Jessica raised a thumb to her mouth as she idly bit at her fingernail, having obviously developed a sudden schoolgirl crush on Jax Teller as she trotted over to Pam's bike, sliding on the back of it. Pam stared at her deadpan as she slid on.
"Seriously? Now you're going to be a biker chick?" Pam asked as Jessica ignored her sliding her arms around Pam's torso. Pam pursed her lips together in slight annoyance.
"Welcome to fucking Charming, indeed," Pam said before she roared her bike to life and followed Eric down the road.