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Chapter Five

I was curled up in my bed by the time the sun had set. I had showered and changed into a pair of pale blue cotton shorts and a thin grey strap top. I think I drank several pints of water today and I just felt weak after vomiting it back up all day. I didn't understand it; the last time I used my abilities like that I was no way near as bad as I am today. Was it because my sleep was delayed? Or I was forcibly woken up? No, that doesn't seem right.

I groaned as I rolled over to pick up my water and gulp it down. The upside of today was I had stopped vomiting a couple hours ago and thinking of food made me feel less queasy.

I felt myself being pulled into a familiar cold embrace and smiled enjoying the coldness of the body, resting my forehead in the crook of his neck. I could almost hear the 'sizzle' as my hot skin touched his cold skin. Up side to sharing a bed with someone who isn't warm, when you're hot, you can snuggle! Unless it's cold… then you push them out of your bed and curl up in the duvet.

"Have you been like this all day?" Darren asked and I made a noise in acknowledgement, moving his cold hand to my boiling forehead. I was just sweltering all over and I hated it.

"I need to buy a new tube of tooth paste tomorrow," I grumbled and felt him chortle as he rubbed his nose along my neck, taking in my scent.

"I'm sorry about last night. Did you sleep well at least?"

"I had fallen asleep mid conversation with the Sheriff, but other than that, yes," I grumbled and felt him tense, but he still release a short chuckle.

"Did you not rescind his invitation then?" he asked and I shook my head, suddenly remembering why I didn't rescind his invitation, but I was feeling to cruddy to be angry and him.

"You told me that only the person who invited him could rescind the invitation or even the person who owned the house… Not to mention I was too tired to think." I allowed his hands to wrap themselves around my waist as I sighed before snuggling deeper into him.

"Hungry?" he asked after a couple of minutes.

"Kinda…"

The cold embrace was gone and I sat up to find him walking in with a sandwich. I smiled my thanks and saw the crust had been cut off and it was cut into four little triangles. Remember I said Darren could be like a father? This was one of those times. He knew what little childish tendencies made me feel better. I took a small bite and chewed it slowly. Chocolate spread. Yummy.

I moaned in satisfaction at the chocolaty taste, especially since I wasn't feeling queasy at all, as I began to eat less carefully, yet more normally. It wasn't long before he had vanished and returned with a steaming mug and a strawberry pop tart on a plate. I giggled at this.

"Stop trying to butter me up with chocolate, tea and pop tarts…" I said accepting the tea gratefully. Darren only grinned and sat at the foot of the bed. I took a sip and savored the sweetness of it. Oh my British need for tea every now and then!

"I'm not buttering you up. I'm apologising and taking care of you."

I noted that he was dressed normally. This was a good thing for me. It meant we didn't have to go to the bar and I could recover and spend some time with him making me feel better. It was then I noticed him wearing a black blazer.

"Where you off out to?" I asked finishing off my sandwich. He took the plate and returned within seconds, sitting back in his spot.

"I'm going to drive around Bon Temps to see what there is and basically check the place out before getting some stuff we need." I nodded and concentrated on drinking my tea and finishing my pop tart. When I was done I felt completely satisfied.

"When you get back, let's play on the X-box, kay?" I closed my eyes and heard him laugh lightly. I smiled at this. This was normal for us.

"Sure. Just rest, eat and figure why you are in such a state today compared to the other times."

I opened my eyes and nodded.

"Though I think it had something to do with alcohol, healing myself on several occasions and then hurting you…"

He paused before nodding. "Makes sense," He was bent over me as he kissed my forehead, "Rest. You need to go shopping tomorrow," he smiled at my excited grin before leaving me to myself for some of the evening…

It had now been a week after that night. I hadn't needed to go to the Vampire bar for a while and I had somehow gotten myself a job behind a bar and occasionally in the kitchen! It was a bar/Restaurant called 'Merlottes'. It was a nice family place and I had only done a few afternoon shifts there, but I loved it all already strangely enough.

The owner, Sam Merlotte, was a shifter. I discovered it straight away and he also knew straight away I was a Supernatural being. We were talking at the bar whilst I drank an orange juice and before long I was showing him how to make the perfect Mojito. Back in England and for some of my travelling in New York, I did a lot of bar work, so I like to think of myself as a cocktail Guru. Not to mention, because of my knowledge of cocktails, the chef (Lafayette Reynolds) has grown a small liking to me. He seems to enjoy drinking his liquor out of a mug, though I can't blame him… I liked drinking blackcurrant out of a mug. And before you say anything… I know it's not the same thing.

"Girl, I think you should give me The Ultimate Fuck," speak of the devil.

I had been cleaning the surface of the bar after the lunch rush today. Thankfully, most customers had drinks like ice tea or Lemonade so I wasn't busy and was able to leave Sam at the bar and help out Lafayette, which needless to say, was fun. He always has some sort of story to tell me and have me giggling.

I tilted my head to him eyeing his tight bright pink tank top with a smirk. I stood straight and placed my hands on my hips. I was wearing the staff uniform of short black shorts and the white T-shirt with the logo above my left breast.

"Are you sure you don't want an Aggressive Blowjob?" I winked which made the man laugh, we both knew it was a shot and not a drink, but then why ruin all this fun banter?

"Aw shit', now yous gone an' made me's all confused. The Ultimate fuck or an Aggressive Blowjob from you," his sly smile and that batting of large false eyelashes made me grin.

"I seriously hope Y'all are talking 'bout drinks now, or I'm gonna be worried." I turned to see the blonde waitress, Sookie Stackhouse. My grin never left my face when I laughed with Lafayette.

"Now Sook, you knows we talkin' 'bout my drink," Lafayette smirked, batting those lashes of his, as I started getting the ingredients out for the cocktail with one hand and grabbing Lafayette's mug and filling it with ice. "So what chu makin' me Hooker?" that seemed to be his pet name for his friends…

I poured the correct measurements of drinks into his mug and stirred it. I saw the two of them looking at me expectantly as I handed the mug to him. He took a hesitant sip and savored the drink before nodding.

"So you like a Slow Comfortable Screw," I stated and he laughed. I noticed that Sookie had a faint blush on her face and I winked at her with a grin.

I considered Sookie to be a good friend already because as soon as I met her, I noticed something different about her and she knew right away I was a half Angel. In fact, when I was in Sam's office talking about the job Sookie had walked in and said out right that I knew that Sam was a shifter. Of course, she was suspicious at first of me. She says I'm not a very loud Broadcaster, which makes me laugh still. In fact, she had explained me to be completely silent at some points and then I had this fuzzy white noise (like trying to find a radio station) at other times and then at some occasions she can read me like any old human. I guessed it had something to do with my mental guard, but I have been wrong before…

"Hayley, sweetie, are you ever not thinking about the past? Not that it isn't interesting of course, but try thinking about something I haven't experienced," the blonde snapped me out of my thought process with a grin and her teasing tone. I laughed and nodded. Did I mention she was a Telepath? It was nice not to have to hide some things with her, but I had let my guard down a little bit.

"Sorry Sook, you know I can't help it." There was a huge difference in our accents. Almost everyone in this area had their Southern accents whereas I had my strong British accent. I had a few of the customers ask if I had met the Queen and were pretty disappointed when I explained that I had not. My voice wasn't posh or anything… Just… Pronounced? Eloquent? Either way, I was definitely not posh.

Sookie laughed with a bright infectious smile and shook her head.

"No worries, you're a bit fuzzy today anyway," she winked causing me to laugh as I placed two ice teas on her tray.

"Well then, I shall try and be like this every day." I grinned before turning and picking up a note pad to write down a few liquors that Sam will need to order again soon since customers were finding out different cocktails to try and see if I can make them or not. It was a good game for me to play, but slightly annoying for Sam when he had to buy it in. Not to mention, I wrote down the odd liquor needed for when I wanted to make certain cocktails.

I grinned and placed it back under the bar and continued on with my shift occasionally talking with Sookie and Lafayette when he came round to tell us of his latest escapade.

By the end of my shift, Sam had started working behind the bar to get prepared for the late afternoon rush. I was helping Sookie clean her station when Sam had called my name. I walked over and sat on the customer side with a big grin.

"Please tell me we aren't running low on these again?" he lifted up my list, running a hand threw his halo of strawberry brown hair. I smiled as I pulled my hair from its side pony tail and started to run a hand through it.

"What can I say, I make a mean Long island ice tea," I grinned and he dropped his hands with a smile.

"I might have to get you working Friday nights," he started wiping the surface down. I winced at the mention of my Friday nights gone, but eventually shrugged. It wasn't like I am going clubbing any more was it? And besides, this could be a great way to reel some more money in for Sam. And then avoid Fangtasia...

"Hey, you know what, since it's a Friday night, you could come up with some sort of special to get more business in. I mean, with cocktails and beers that is," I grinned "A lot of your customers are ordering a wider range of cocktails, so maybe we could go through a menu so they don't try and come up with random ones we can't do?"

Sam stared at me blankly before running a hand through his hair again with a sigh. He seemed a bit stressed and my brows knotted together in slight worry. He didn't deserve to be stressed like this.

"We'll have to see about it. It'll take a bit of work to sort the menu and then figuring prices and then as you said, the deals," he was wiping a glass now and I nodded.

"I understand. Can I start working on a Menu though? That way I can concentrate making sure the popular drinks are available, or even the most requested." I threw it out there. I wanted to help and I missed using the mixer for drinks other than a Long Island Ice Tea. I can't make a show of it during the lunch shift. Boring? Incredibly.

He smiled and laughed, "Sure thing." I made a short happy squeal as I checked the time, it was time to clock off, "Go on, you've done well today," he smiled and I grinned and hopped off the stool.

I had an hour to get home before Darren got up. He had to make an appearance at Fangtasia tonight and I had a feeling I had to turn up also. I honestly felt stupid having opened up like that in my tired state to Eric. He seemed to have so many tricks up his sleeve and yet I couldn't help it. Not to mention I think I mentioned something about him drinking my blood… among other things. And who knows what I said in my sleep! Cringe worthy or what!

A sudden crash with Sam shouting, 'What the hell Sookie?' sounded through to Sam's office as I was picking up my purse before a red faced Sookie stormed into the office.

"You know Eric! Not only that, he knows about you!" she was obviously trying to stay calm as possible. I blinked a few seconds before taking the few steps towards her and placing a hand on her shoulder. I sent a few calming waves through her, closing my mind up completely. This was obviously something Sookie has experienced all too well by the way she was feeling currently. It wasn't pretty…

"I think we need to sit down," I spoke softly and she nodded. Sam was outside the door before sighing and leaving. He heard what happened and was going to clean up after the blonde. I sat her down on Sam's office chair and crossed my arms, stepping back.

"When a vampire first comes to an area, they need to sort of like… meet with the Sheriff of the area. Unfortunately, I smelled different from normal humans, I carried a fake I.D, I had dressed a lot different and I had left the club after saying I was going to the toilet. I left my bag in the office so I couldn't even get in the car." I scratched the back of my head, "So yeah, Eric took an initial interest because of those facts and found out I had a bit of an attitude and I drove like a vampire would."

"So you drive like a maniac?" Sookie had a small amused smile on her face, still feeling my calming effect on her; I could tell she was grateful after a long lunch shift. I nodded with a grin.

"Immortal remember?" she laughed lightly before motioning me to continue. I did so, making it as brief as possible. Sookie listened intently trying to not interrupt me when I mentioned something I did was very foolish. She knew that I now knew it was a silly thing of me.

"And I haven't seen Eric since that evening and now things between Darren and I are fine," I finished and leaned against the wall nearest Sookie.

"And now you have to meet him tonight?"

I shrugged and looked at my wrist watch. "Oh dear, I have 20 minutes to get back home before Darren wakes up." I jumped up grabbing my purse, Sookie had jumped up also.

"Have you still not told him?" she didn't look impressed when I smiled sheepishly, "Well I say you tell him sooner rather than later." I smiled and nodded. Sookie was such a caring person; I'm surprised she wasn't like my race at all.

"I'll see you tomorrow Sook!" I hugged her before dashing to the bathroom to change into a pair of tight denim hot pants and a blank tank top that revealed my stomach. I folded my uniform and slipped it back in my little section that Sam made space for me to place my stuff when working. I quickly dashed through the bar shouting my goodbyes to everyone. The sun was going to start setting in a soon and I had to make a 20 minute drive in less than 20 minutes… and that's with my crazy fast driving… Ho Momma…

As soon as I was in the car, I had pulled out normally and sped all the way home. I was lucky to have avoided the police the entire way home. Normally I don't think I will be this lucky again.

I had parked out front just as the sun set, ran up the stairs and in the front door. Any minute now, Darren will wake and I need to act casual. I ran to my room and switched my shower on before stripping myself of clothes and jumping under. I knew I would probably smell of the bar, so a shower straight away was a good idea.

I know what you're thinking, why don't I just come out with it and tell Darren I got a job? Well, Darren can be old fashion. He believes I don't need to work and when I stopped working after New York, he liked that he was providing for me. He said the money will just keep building up in my account and when it was time to create a new one, it would be just one more to try and sort out. Yes, when creating a new identity, it included brand new bank and/or account under the new identity. I don't know, Darren did it all really. For all I knew, according to the government I could be a vampire… Except… I can go in the sun, have a tan and most importantly: I'm alive. Then again, I don't know. I leave it all to Darren because I can.

When I stepped out of the quickest shower of my life and wrapped myself in a pink fluffy towel, Darren walked in. He was dressed in another tight, ripped up Fangtasia shirt and tight black skinny jeans. I smiled, after having to adjust to it. He didn't like the fact that I would always end up in hysterics when seeing him dressed like that, so I promised to try and adjust to it. It was difficult. He just wasn't a… well… he had a sense of style for someone of his physical age I suppose. No, that didn't sound right… He didn't suit that particular genre/fashion sense. That's better.

"Can I borrow a pyramid belt?" he asked and I laughed nodding. He smiled and vanished. I grabbed my clothes and dumped them in my wash basket. Tomorrow I will have to bring my uniform home to put in the wash. I should have done it today, but I guess I was in a bit of a rush or just not thinking about it. I'm going to stick with the latter…

"How long you going to be?" Darren asked and my face dropped automatically as I sighed.

"Well, I really felt like dressing pretty tonight…" I muttered as I bent to grab my clothes.

"Then dress pretty." Darren was giving me an 'It's not like it's going to kill you' look. He must have been having one of his 'silly' moments. I shrugged as I chucked the clothes in my wash basket on my short journey to my wardrobe.

"You sure?" I called out to him. I felt like I was being mischievous, knowing that when I wanted to feel 'pretty' that really meant that I wanted to feel Drop Dead Gorgeous. There was one problem with this though and that problem was the fact that I was going to a Vampire Bar dressed like this.

"Of… course?" Darren questioned and was next to me looking suspicious it wasn't long before it finally triggered and he frowned, "You had no idea you had to show up tonight did you," his statement made me wince visibly.

"I hadn't had to show up the past few times you went!" My voice went up an octave as I half shrieked, crossing my arms as I pouted. He laughed and shook his head.

"Fine, dress as you want, but we both know you'll regret it once we get there…" He grinned before turning and walking out, "Be ready in ten, okay?"

I stomped my foot like a child. He was definitely like a father figure sometimes. Well fine then, I'll show him and make him regret making that move. I grinned before turning and grabbing a bunch of clothes, chucking a few items into a bag along with a few of the 'Buffy' books I took with me last time.

I blow dried my hair straight and teased my hair by back brushing the layers a little bit to give it that styled sexy bed head look. My make-up was simple with dark smoky eyes, mascara, and a pink tinted lip gloss. I slipped my chosen outfit on with a pair of high heels that made me around 4 inches taller.

I took a final look at my appearance and grinned. I was wearing one of my favorite bright pink numbers with silver halter trimming and sash. The silver sash was tied in a neat bow-like knot around my waist so it accentuated my curves and my bronze legs to mid-thigh, it had extra grip beneath my bum so it wouldn't slip up… or down. The neck line was low so it just covered my matching pink lace bra.

My shoes were 4 inch open toe stiletto's that were black with silver ribbons that crossed round my calves and tied up at the back of my knee. I grinned to myself, this was usually an outfit I would wear clubbing and wearing red was not really my thing really. I didn't mind wearing black at all, I liked it, but pink will always be my favourite colour. Personally, I loved how I looked.

I picked up my large black handbag, with its hidden contents in, and took a breath before walking casually out to Darren by the front door with my car keys spinning round my fingers.

"You will regret wearing that," Darren spoke up from behind me as I opened the door. I grinned and nodded.

"At Fangtasia I will agree with you, but what about at the local night club? I'll feel better," I walked out and saw both cars parked out front, "Oooh! You were looking for a race?" I jumped round excitedly to see him shaking his head.

"You are going out clubbing afterwards?" he asked as he walked down to his boring navy blue Audi TT Coupe. He may have better knowledge on cars and had upgraded the inside on my Porsche, but he didn't enjoy the speed as much as I did. Said if he wanted speed, he would get in the car with me or run. Silly… Grandma Driver!

"I'm planning on only being there a couple hours Dare. I've got all this pent up energy and I have to use it! Besides, I'm sure once you're done you'll come home, shower and change before coming to join me." I smiled sweetly chucking my bag across to the passenger seat. I leaned on the roof of the car, to see Darren's reaction. He was nodding in agreement.

"You are probably right. I'll see you at the bar when I get there." He got into the car and pulled out. He knew I will over take him in the end. He never liked driving fast, he didn't see the point. I shrugged before jumping in and getting into my 'happy place'.

3...2...1. I counted down, giving Darren that little more of a head chance before I pulled out, my dance music blaring and helping me get into the mood for dancing. Even if it will be in around 3 hour's time…

So yeah, this was more of a 'filler' chapter, but I thought it was time to meet everyone else.

So...What's your favourite cocktail?
You find out one of mine later on ;D

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