Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Well….another day another chapter I hope you like the way it is going. Again, I do not own damn near all of the characters in the story they come from the noggin that is, Charlaine Harris! Well here's the chappy hope you like it. BTW…I know that my writing is kinda shotty so any advice on how I am going would be appreciated. Just tryin to grow as a writer haha. Again, thank you for reading.

So let's do an over view shall we? Mr. Big bad and fangy comes in here bosses ME around, makes fun of me, GRABS ME and then has the nerve to get pissed at me when I empty is drink on his lap. I actually thought that he got it good. I could have just kicked him in the…well you get the idea.

In a flash the vampire's name who I just found out was Eric was on his feet, the table turned over.

I thought I was dead. I was SURE I was dead. People who pour drinks on ancient vampires usually don't live very long.

This was the first time in my life I had ever intentionally picked a fight with a vampire. It was a rush I got to tell you I felt scared as hell but at the same time excited Just as long as I didn't see any green lights it was all 'GO'…ironic isn't it?

Eric on the other hand looked PISSED. Not excited, not scared, just plain old pissed.

"Hey Sam!" Gregory Finney hollered. "Where do you find your waitresses? Ones a freak." He gestured towards Sookie. "And the others just plain ol' crazy!"

Sam, who was heading over to the commotion glared at Greg. "Quiet Finney!" He growled.

Eric didn't say a thing. Whether it was from shock or contemplating what he is going to do with the remains after he is done tearing me apart.

"What are you?" He asked. His voice laced with anger. Well, I guess now we know what the silence was for.

" I told you….a Virgo." I said channeling my fear into anger. This guy just doesn't quit does he? I thought.

Apparently Eric dint think what I was saying was very funny.

It started out as a slight gleam but then he started to glow bright neon green. It was almost blinding.

Run. I told my feet. Run right now.

I couldn't do a thing. I had never been this scared before in my entire life. It seems all fun and games but when I saw that light all the fun drained out of my body and was replaced with the cold hard truth…I had just poured a freaking drink on a vampire.

I had never seen a green orb this close before. Usually it was from across the room or the street and I had enough time to put as much space between me and said vampire.

Sam, who was now a few feet away from us was about to jump in but was stopped by Sookie.

"Eric. Just get the outta here!" Sookie said as stepping in front of me. Right then and there I thought Sookie was the coolest girl in the entire world.

She was standing up to a billion year old vampire and wasn't showing any sign of fear.

Eric looked from Sookie and then back to me. "You'd better pray that what you have is special, cause if it isn't I am going--"

"Eric!!" Sookie hollered.

What the hell did that mean 'what I have is special?'

"I'll be over tomorrow so we can get further discuss this. And YOU," He pointed to me I couldn't help but jump a bit "I'll find out sooner or later"

Not wanting him to get any more pissed off I bit my tongue and let him leave… did I say leave. What I mean to say was slam the door so hard the glass shattered instantly. Someone is going to have to pay for that…..DAMN!

Sookie was right next to me. "Are you alright?" She placed her hand on my shoulder. Before I could answer I felt a violent tug at my arm.

"Sam what the hell is you doin'?" I yelped.

He pulled me into his office and sat….no threw me into his chair and began pacing.

Hell…say something, yell scream holler do something!

"Are you out of your mind?"

Alright I take it back! I take it back. Go back to pacing.

"I'm sorry." I looked at my face.

"You're sorry? You pour a drink on a vampire almost get your heat ripped off and you say you're sorry."

"okay…I'm REALLY sorry." I snapped. My voice rising I always had a bad temper but, can you blame me. Growing up with the life I was stuck with you have to have either a good sense of humor to a stone exterior. Me, I was blessed and cursed with both.

"Don't raise your voice at me." He ordered.

I had never seen Sam this mad. Sure I had seen him frustrated as all hell but never seen him raise his voice at anyone and instantly I wished is would read his mind.

I stood up and got right in Sams face…or as much as I could… Sam's a pretty tall guy. "Oh so you can fucking yell at me," I began by giving Sam a sharp push with my finger on his chest "but GOD forbid I yell at you!!" I screeched.

"That is different. I wasn't the moron that almost got killed." Sam growled.

"Oh, so now I'm a moron." I threw my arms in the air.

Sam let out a sharp breath and began to pace again. "Casey I am not going to let you just throw yourself into dangerous situations like that. You don't know how dangerous getting involved with vampires can be. You're a good worker and friend and what happened tonight. Well… it wasn't like you."

"Don't you dare think that just because I've been working here for a few weeks, you know me. You don't know the first thing about me. What happened just now IS me. Don't you think that if you heard people talking about you 24/7 you would get a little fed up. I am sick and tired of being so nice to people and having the shit blow up in my face. I am tired of hoping that maybe that boy will like me instead of laugh at me. Or this one will talk to me instead of make fun of me while I walk away. But must of all I am tired of people who think they know everything and everyone and can talk down to them!"

Sam let out a sigh. "I understand but he's a vampire. That's just the way his kind is."

I suddenly gave a weak wry smile. "I wasn't talking about him."

Sam just stared.

I reached behind me and untied my apron. Pulled out the money I made in tips and threw it at Sam's chest. "That's a down payment on the window repairs, take the rest out my check."

"Casey look, don't do I don't want you to leave." Sam began.

I didn't want to hear anything else. "For the first time in my life…I'm doing something I want."

I didn't wait to hear a retort to even see the expression on his face. I simply turned and stormed out the back door.

"Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't you dare cry. Crying is for babies." I said to myself as I walked the two blocked to my hotel room. "You didn't need that job anyways. You can find a better one." a single tear rolled down my face.

You've got the room paid for another three days. You've got plenty of time to find another job.

While crossing the empty street I looked around. The streets were empty. I looked at my watch. "12AM." I mumbled. One of the advantages of living in s small town. You were either in two places in Bon Temps at midnight and that was in bed or in a bar.

I was so busy concentrating on not crying that I completely ignored the curb. My entire body met the hard concrete. Damn. I cant get a break can I.

I sat up and looked at my knee. A pretty good scrape. Nope cant get a break at all.

Suddenly the way I must look got to me. Who would have thought that I would have been here in this small town, unemployed, sitting on the sidewalk a week away from homelessness.

I looked towards the sky and shouted. "You know, if you wanna help me now would be a good time. You don't gotta wait for me to be all high and dry."

CRASH! There came a sudden bolt of lightning followed my a few slight drizzles.

"You've gotta be kidding me." I murmured.

IN no time the rain started to fall more and more heavily. I looked towards the sky again. "NO ONE LIKES A COMEDIAN."

Chapter 5: Fairies, Vampires, Hotels oh MY!

Disclaimer: Alright I am going to have to rest on the typing cause my hands are killing me. No lie but as long as you keep reading will keep writing. I do not own the majority of the characters in this story but I am quickly going to remedy that in the next chapter or so. SO without further banter here is the chapter I hope you like it!

A few deep breathes. A hot shower and an episode or Oprah later. I was in my clean (ex)work shirt and a pair of loose fitting jogging pants.

I keep reminding myself to get some pajamas but…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"What the hell?" I asked. I looked at the clock radio. 3:24AM. what rude ass would knock on someone's door in the middle of….damn it.

I didn't even need to look through the peephole to know who it was.

"Go away." I said.

The knocking continued. Not harder not softer…just continued.

"I Said leave me alone PLEASE!!"

I said "please" but it came out as CREEP!!

The knocking stopped. Didn't matter I knew he was still out there. I could sense it. I slowly walked to the door.

"Just a little bit closer." I heard him say from the outside.

I suddenly froze. How the hell did he--

"I can smell you." He answered my unfinished question.

"Hey BUDDY!! I just got out of the shower!" I said in a defensive tone.

I may have been homeless for the majority of my adult life (23 months to be exact) but there was one thing I always made sure of. Whether it was in a public bathroom, a homeless shelter or a recreational center I always made sure my teeth were brushed, and I was a lean mean clean machine. I mean homeless people already got enough to deal with like, what and when their next mean is going to be. There's no need to add hygiene to the mix.

There was another pause. "Mmmmm you're bleeding." I could almost see the grin on his face.

That is none of your business. I thought.

"Can you open to door?" He then asked with a leveled tone.

That was probably as kind as I was going to get. I walked over to the door when I suddenly looked at what I had on.

"Shit." I whispered. I tore my shirt from my body to put on a better one (A pink thin strapped shirt with a renascence fairy dancing on the front. I love it for the irony) and a pair of my best jeans…I only had three pair. In the back of my mind I was thinking to myself. Why the hell and I doing this?

Why should you care if he sees you in this baggy crap?

"What is it?" the door asked me.

"I'm getting dressed." I said.

"I don't like waiting." He said with a serious tone.

"Well, I don't like vampires so that makes us even." When I finished my sentence I opened to door to see that Eric had changed. He was now wearing black slacks with a black button up. Neatly tucking into his pants to show a silver plated buckle on his belt. Other than the buckle everything he has on was black….typical.

He saw that I was eying his attire. "That is just in case you decided to throw anything else on me."

For some reason I felt a rush of embarrassment.

"Don't tempt me." I said staring Eric in the eye.

"Are you going to let me in?" He asked with a slight grin.

"I think under the circumstances it would be best if you and I had some distance."

"And what circumstances would that be?" He asked with a confused grin.

"I am bleeding." I said simply.

"I am not any young vampire off the streets. I can control myself around blood." That is what is mouth was saying but his mind was wishing to sink his teeth into my skin and taste my……

You sick FUCK!

"What are you?" HE let out a ragged breath. Part from slight frustration but most form the smell of my blood.

I was so tired I thought that the best way to keep this guy out of my life would be to satisfy him. Please God let him leave me alone.

"You really don't quit do you? Jesus you must have been the most curious child in your…er…village…fact….warrior thing." I said not knowing what young Viking would be called. When Sookie told me mentally his story I almost laughed. I sucked at history in school as you can tell. Give me a mathematics problem to solve though I'll be all over it like a fat kid on a happy meal! "Part fairy, the other half witch. There, satisfied?" I asked with an exasperated sigh.

"Is that why you are immune to my glamors?" He asked easily accepting what I told him.

I felt slightly disappointed. I kinda wanted him to be amazed. I mean I am the only pert fairy part witch I know. I tried my best not to take it too personally though. I mean if you lived for as many years as this guy has its kind of hard to shock him. I mean he lived through a lot. The depression, 2 World Wars, the Jackson 5 break up.

"Don't get too excited." I began sarcastically "but, yes. That and I can read vampire minds so when you try to enter my brain I put up a block."

Eric raised a brow. "So you can read my mind right now?" He asked skeptically.

"Yes sir." I said with a childish nod.

"Show me." He said as he folded his arms.

"OK." I shot back at him. "Think of anything." I said simply.

His mind then drifted towards a woman. She was beautiful, amazing hair and she was TOTALLY NAKED!!!

"SOMETHING ELSE! SOMETHING ELSE! THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE!!!" I screeched covering my eyes with hands. Eric kept the smile on his face. Who the hell was that?" I asked

Eric let out a small laugh. "My last meal."

I almost wanted to throw up right on the spot.

Eric concentrated again and thought about the strangest thing.

"A girl?" Why would Eric be thinking of a girl? It was a teenager. Couldn't have been any older than sixteen but she looked rich. She was dressed in a golden gown and was covered with diamonds and was surrounded by thousands of people.

Eric gave an approving nod he the leaned against the threshold of me door and asked very simply. "And how is it you came across this….gift. Surely from your father?"

"Yes he cast a spell so I can read the minds of all vampires so I know when they are thinking about hurting me. Think of it as a mental parental control lock."

"Why are you staying in this hotel?" He immediately changed subjects causing me to blink a few times before I answered.

I propped my hand on my hips. "You know, I may want to start asking you some questions you know?"

"Go ahead ask anything you want." He said.

"Ok." I racked my brain. What do you ask a Viking turned vampire? "What do you do for a living?"

"I own a nightclub for vampires and their…fans" He simply said. Gross. "You might have heard of it, Fangtasia."

WHAT! No. Don't do it. This will only cause problems.

I couldn't help it. I immediately imagined Eric in a red robe and a red pointy hat covered with moons and stars just like a certain cartoon mouse that will remain nameless.

It started off as a giggle then it turned into a full out on the floor. "FANGtasia?" I was on the bed, on my back trying to catch my breath.

Eric only seemed puzzled by my reaction.

"What happened to you?" Eric asked. The smile gone from his face. HE was now showing no emotion.

Confused I was followed his eyes to my stomach. My shirt had raised slightly and my scar was exposed. I hate that scar. It's a reminder of why my life is so screwed up.

"I was in an accident." I simply said as I pulled my shirt back down.

"What kind of--?" He asked.

"How about this, I invite you in, and you don't ask me anymore question about my scar? Sounds pretty fair to me."

Eric paused for a moment and gave me a short nod.

God I couldn't believe I was doing this.

He was still standing there starring at me. "Well?"

"You have to invite me." He said with the grin coming back.

This man has to stop smiling. Its not good for my pulse. He's gonna give me a heart attack.

"Well come the hell in!" I said with mock excitement.

He took a single step in and didn't move.

Okay…awkward.

I wonder.

So if I don't want you to be in here anymore all I have to do is uninvited you right?" I asked.

Eric's smile grew even bigger. "Yes. This is true. So, I'd better be a polite guest and not anger you."

TOO LATE.

"You gonna close that door? You're getting all the bugs in." I said without thinking. Damn. Being in a room with a vampire. I'm a fairy. With a CLOSED DOOR. Oh yeah Casey you're one smart cookie.

"You're very brave." Erica said when the door clicked shut.

Yeah or just stupid.

"That." I said as I pulled out a chair for him to sit in. Hell I already invited him in might as well have him sit so he looks less intimidating if such a thing was possible. "And you don't scare me."

When I set the chair down I felt cool fingers wrap around my wrist. "Are you sure about that Casey?" DAMN the way this man said my name. I'd have to change it.