Chapter 3

Breaking News live at the White House "My fellow Americans, I am sure you are all wondering if the allegations made tonight are genuine, let me tell you Vampires do exist." This statement was made by our current President. I tuned out to the rest of the broadcast. I have known vampires have existed for a few years now. This was a big step forward in history. I wouldn't help let my thoughts wander to the only vampire I have met, Godric. I often found myself distracted with thoughts of him, wondering if he was also thinking of me.

Flashback

I couldn't sleep last night. Thoughts of Godric were running through my head, I needed to see him again. I left the hotel at dusk again reassuring Gran I would only be a few minutes and found myself returning to the street and alley where I first met that wonderful vampire who I could not stop thinking about. But to my disappointment he was not there.

End of flash back

More than once I thought it might have been a dream. The thing is not many people have paid attention to me. I was always the lone sheep left out of the herd. I wanted so badly to fit in with normal people but I have begun to see myself as not normal. I am different.

"Sookie, order up" Lafayette called from the kitchen.

6 months later

I found myself sitting in Fangtasia. Ever since meeting Godric I always wanted to meet Vampires, I just felt this pull to be around them and before anyone can tell me off, yes I know they are dangerous and they could kill me but so can humans. Look what happened to my Gran. I could feel the tears in my eyes almost about to spill over the ledge. I blinked a few times to keep them at bay and went to the bar to order a gin and tonic.

I had a sip of my drink looking around. Fangtasia is a popular vampire bar located in the outskirts of Shreveport next door to a toys'r'us. A big open plan bar was located in the centre with a few booths scattered against the walls. Fangtasia, I presume, is a hangout for local vampires and a quick way to find a cheap and easy meal for tonight. I couldn't help but notice that Fangtasia is filled with sleazy, scantily clad women that are all hoping to get themselves a vampire for the night.

Their thoughts are filled with lust. I found myself struggling a little to reinforce my shields to block out their thoughts. This was a little difficult as there are many people here and most are strong broadcasters.

I remained seated at the bar still glancing around at the people present when I noticed him. He came out of a door that I am assuming was his office and say elegantly in the large throne located on a stage. He is one of the reasons I came tonight, I heard (and not with my ears) about this drop dead gorgeous vampire that owns this club and I knew I had to come and see who he was. Let me tell you their memories of him do not do him justice. He is radiant; blond and blue-eyed, tall and broad shouldered. He was wearing tight, black, leather pants that leave nothing to the imagination, boots and a matching leather vest. You expect this kind of guy on the cover of romance novels not situated on a throne in a bar. Just by looking at him I could tell he had a fierce and strong personality and by the way everyone flocked around him he had a way with women. I felt a moment of disappointment, a part of me was hoping this would be the same vampire I met in Dallas but alas it isn't.

Fangtasia was not what I anticipated and I couldn't help but feel out of place in my non black, skin hugging dress. I didn't know what I expected of tonight but looking at this man before me and I could tell he was out of my league. Why would anyone want some telepathic virgin barmaid from Bon Temps.

He sat in that throne with an air of confidence surrounding him. I remained seated at the bar watching him for what seemed like a few hours. Even though he is owning that throne he looks utterly bored. I couldn't help but laugh as a few sorry excuses of women and some men offer themselves to him, he dismisses them with a flick of his wrist not even glancing at the pathetic people.

It was nearing midnight when I felt a spark deep inside me light up. I haven't felt anything like that since my time spent with Godric. Oh how I missed him. The feeling within me was becoming stronger and I felt a slight pull. I glanced around the bar trying to figure out where this feeling was coming from, my eyes locked with the hunk on the stage. "It couldn't be him, why? How would I be of interest to him?" I thought. But as I tried to dismiss the feeling and

The feeling intensified and I once again glanced up to the man in the throne. He had a frustrated look on his face. He waved his hand at me signalling for me to approach him. I left my seat at the bar and walked towards the platform. The thoughts of everyone penetrated through my shields bombarding me, causing me to lose focus.

"What's so special about her, she isn't even dressed right"

"She probably is just trailer trash, look at her"

"I could give him a better fuc…" I slammed my shields up. I knew every eye in the establishment was probably on the two of us right now, I didn't need to hear the thoughts of everyone too.

I made it to the edge of the platform looking up into the eyes of the man who fascinated me. We stared at each other for what seemed like a life time. I noticed the flare of his nostrils as he took in my scent, I really didn't know why vampires like to sniff me, I saw the gleam in his mischievous eyes and the smirk that appeared on his mouth.

"Please sit" he said as he indicated to the chair that was recently placed beside him. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do; when he spoke again "Unless you would rather sit somewhere that is more comfortable for the both of us" His face was supporting the sexiest grin as he gestured to his lap.

A/N - Thanks to a few suggestions I have a basic outline for where this story is going. I am not to happy with this chapter but decided to post anyway. Enjoy x