Chapter 3: Chapter 3

This is a really short chapter. Just wanted this out of the way. I'll still be updating this today.

Again some characters on this story are solely owned by Miss Charlaine Harris. I'm just playing with it, please don't sue.

Again, revised and betaed by notdoneatforty. All mistakes left are all mine. Enjoy!

When I arrived at Merlotte's the parking lot was packed. Sam was really getting slammed so I hurried inside. Sam was at the bar when he noticed my arrival. He looked so relieved when he saw me.

"Thank God! An angel has been sent to my rescue," Sam blurted out. He smiled from ear to ear at me.

"Hey Sam! You really weren't kidding when you said that Merlotte's was busy. I thought you just really missed your bestest and favorite best friend," I said playfully while tying my apron.

Sam just winked at me and returned to his demanding crowd. After a few hours the crowd finally dissipated. By 11:30 pm there were only a few patrons left at the bar, and that was when a Vampire walked in. Since me and Sam were the only ones left to tend costumers, and Sam was tending the bar section, I was the only one free to take up the orders.

I started to walk in the direction where my new costumer had just arrived. He got himself situated in the booth and lifted up his chin and looked at me. I reached his table, smiled at him and told him my name.

"Hi, I'm Sookie I will be your server tonight. Can I get you anything to drink?" I said while looking and admiring the appearance of this vampire.

For a dead man he was actually good looking. He had this southern gentleman vibe on him. Dark hair, hazel brown eyes, not very muscular but still impressively built and very manly. In summary very attractive.

"Do you have any of those synthetic blood?" said the vampire with the very sexy voice. Hearing his voice actually did something to my libido. Grrrrrrr…..way to go Stackhouse, don't loose your focus, I thought.

"As a matter of fact we do. What would you like?" I said, smiling brightly while trying to focus on my task and not melt for this handsome vampire.

"Can you get me an O negative?"

"Sure it'll be just a minute," I said.

"Wonderful!" he said.

Then I walked back to the bar and went to the fridge to get the Trueblood. When I started to put it in the microwave that's when I heard those horrible thoughts.

Good! He's back. My balls are really getting excited now just thinking about how much money we'll make from this vampire.

He's here again. Oh this is fucking lucky. We were fucking lucky. I hope he's ready. I think I'll make my move now.

I tried to find the face of the persons thinking those thoughts. When I glanced back at my vampire costumer's table, I saw that he had been joined by a female. I recognized her as one of the Rattrays . I didn't realize that I had heated the bottle too long, so when I started to take it out I actually burnt myself, and dropped the bottle of blood on the floor.

"Shiitttt… ouch…!" Sam was suddenly right in front of me.

"Are you okay, cher?" Sam said with a very worried look on his face.

The blood had spilled. Shattered glass and blood were splashed all over the floor, and my feet. By now my fingers had started throbbing from getting burned. I grabbed the towel near the bar and started dabbing the floor before I answered Sam.

"Sam, I'm sorry I didn't realize I'd heated the bottled blood too long when I picked it up. That's how I got burned. I'm sorry. Don't worry I'll clean this up quickly. Can you just make sure to heat up another one and give it to the costumer. I'll just wash up my hands and feet before I come out again," I said apologetically.

Sam nodded and told me to leave the mess for now because we would be closing the bar in another thirty minutes anyway. While I was cleaning a little bit of the mess, and Sam was talking to me, I was actually still trying to hear the Rattrays . I knew they were really up to no good so I didn't waste time trying to figure out what they were going to do next.

Sam approached my vampire customer and handed him the Trueblood, while watching him with the female Rattray. He apologized for the wait, but the vampire seemed as if he didn't mind waiting. He had probably heard how clumsy I was in dropping the bottle, so when he looked at the bar and saw me he just smiled and gave me a look that he understand. I felt really embarrassed and probably bright red trying to give him an apologetic look.

I went to the restroom and tried to wash some of the blood off my hands and feet. When I had washed all of it away my fingers still hadn't subsided from throbbing. When I went back outside the vampire and the female Rattray were already gone. I asked Sam where my costumer had went to, but Sam just shrugged and handed me my tip, which I guessed was from my vamp customer.

"Wow 20 bucks!" I said astonished.

That was a really huge tip for a bottle of Trueblood that I didn't even manage to hand to him! It was ridiculous and I clearly didn't deserve this tip, I thought.

Suddenly, I remembered what the Rattrays were thinking and made an excuse to Sam that I needed to go to my car and get my phone so I could check if my brother and sister had called me. I told him I would be back in a minute.

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