Pulling in behind the house with tears streaking down my face I realized I was without a job, and my friend and ex-boss was a vampire hate monger. I opened the back door and trudged into the kitchen gran was sitting at the table reading the Shreveport times. She was shocked to see me until she realized the tears on my face.

I haven't come home like this since Jr. High and she had a pained expression on her face remembering the memory of last time. She scooped me up into her arms and didn't say a word she let me sob and wipe my snotty nose on her apron. When the first signs of hiccups appeared she move to get me a wet towel and a glass of water from the tap. Placing the glass in front of me she said, "What has you so upset?" as she washed my face with the cool cloth.

I told her the dark thoughts of Mr. Weasel and explained how Sam had Insulted me and claimed that vampires are evil trash. Gran looked on with horror in her eyes as I told her everything that had transpired before Sam pulled me into his office. She was proud of me for sticking to my guns. My tears started anew when the severity of the situation hit me and the fact that I was out of a job. Gran shushed me and assured me that things would work out. She flipped from the leisure section (she reads the gardening articles) to the classified ads. Nothing popped out at us until we were on the last page of the section and it was a sign "FANGTASIA" the vampire bar in Shreveport was looking for waitresses! Upon reading the ad i let out a shriek of excitement.

Gran was just as excited as I called the number listed 673-5074. "Fangtasia the bar with a bite. This is Ginger." A bubbly voice said after three rings.

"Hello this is Sookie Stackhouse and I was wondering if you are still accepting applications for waitresses?"

Ginger replied that they were and the "Master" was doing interviews tonight at 7:30 p.m.. The master comment was odd but she assured me that if I came to fill out an application I would be interviewed tonight. Thanking her and hanging up I went to jump into the shower again.

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At 5:00 p.m. I was staring intently into my closet wondering what one wears to an interview at a vampire bar. After rejecting several dresses and jean shirt combos I decided on my white sundress with red embroidered flower pattern. Grabbing my red peep-toe pumps and matching enameled headband I slipped on my dress and shoes foregoing hose. I walked into the bathroom and put the headband into my hair leaving it in loose curls at my shoulders and applied scant make-up.

I was ready to leave by 5:20 I grabbed my keys and red clutch. I waved to Gran and told her not to wait up for me. I pulled out of the driveway and was headed to Shreveport. During the 55 minute drive I contemplated having to make this drive five times a week twice a night and thought this will never do all of my tips will become gas money.

Arriving at the bar I was nervous for an unexplainable reason. Tamping down my nerves I walked into the entrance. The bar itself was typical "goth" reds, blacks, grays, low light. The strangest thing was the dais with an honest to god throne! I met Ginger and she looked just as bubbly in person as she sounded on the phone blonde tall and slender. Dipping into her brain was like looking threw a piece of Swiss cheese. Memories with big black holes -ODD- I have never encountered such a messy brain.

Still reeling from the peak inside her head i informed her, "Sookie, Sookie Stackhouse."

She giggled at me and told me that I didn't look like the normal fangbangers that tried to get employment here.

Confused I asked, "fangbanger?" Laughing again she explained that fangbangers live for a night to feed and fuck a vampire. I was horrified! What and existence! Looking at the girl nervously I explained that I was no such thing. The Incredulessness (thanks W.o.t.D calender) of that statement.

She said, "In that pretty white sundress I looked like a candle in a coal mine." Wondering about what she meant she handed me an application. I sat at the bar filling it out in artful print.

At 6:45 I was filling out the employment history when I heard the back door open and close. Searching for a brain signature I found none but Ginger. Thinking that she went out the the dumpster or her car I finished filling out the document and added my signature and the date. Looking around I found no one in the main bar area so, I hopped from my stool and headed to the back hallway looking for Ginger. As I reached the bathroom doors I heard a man speaking to someone on the phone in a heated tone. "Bobby I don't care what it costs get that salesman to contact the detailers I want that car BLOOD red." Shuddering at the bellow beyond the door I turned around to go back to my stool as not to eavesdrop on anymore of his call. That's just plain rude.

Gasping as I turned around I ran into a wall of chest. I was in shock how did I not hear him come up behind me? Willing myself to look up, up, up, hey he's tall. I found the most impressive Caribbean blue eyes. I was riveted to the spot on the floor, and then he spoke like honey dripping from the comb. "Might I help you miss.." and his sentence dropped off.

Realizing he was waiting for me to speak i stammered, "St..Stackhouse, Sookie Stackhouse."

He smirked at my stammer I guess he knows how he affects women. How could he not. He was at least 6'4'', long blonde hair like corn silk in the sun, Caribbean blue eyes Nordic nose and defined chiseled jaw, strong defined shoulders, wide massive chest, and impossibly looong legs.

"Ah Miss Stackhouse how can I assist you this evening?" He placed emphasis on assist...I think I visibly shuddered. I made sure that my shields were firmly in place not to hear his thoughts.

"I was looking for Ginger to have her add my application to the stack." He continued to stare at me his expression completely impassive.

In a disbelieving tone he said, "You are here to apply for a job at my establishment?" The words hit me like a ton of bricks...This Adonis could be my boss? Stammering again I averted my gaze from the depths of his blue eyes.

"Y..Yes."

"Then I shall take that paperwork Miss Stackhouse."

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