(idk if many people are reading these as I update them but if you are thanks, slay)

"You don't seem very evil," You remark, crossing your arms over your chest. You're sitting in a booth in LeBlanc's across from Bill, in the back of the restaurant. The restaurant is closed but you have keys so it doesn't matter much, and Earl wouldn't mind if he found you in there. He looks amused, and you have to remind yourself he was torturing vampires for some reason. After you freaked out, you tried to run away. A few times. Bill used his vampire speed to stop you, and you don't have strength from Eric's vampire blood anymore, so you weren't able to resist him. You just accepted the situation for what it was and sat back down, you don't want to lose your life over something so trivial. There's no point in ripping the leg of a chair off and staking him. You've never done that before, so you're hesitant to try. You've only killed humans, no vampires. Yet. And you know that yet is real. You'll kill one of them eventually if it doesn't kill you first. You'd probably have to be on vampire blood to kill one of them successfully.

"The truth is, they kidnapped me and drained me for days until I escaped. There was a vampire in charge of the operation, but it wasn't me. The vampire glamoured the man you interrogated and told him I did all of this. He did that to all of the humans so if they ever saw me again, they would lose it." It's a very long, very elaborate explanation that you don't know if you believe. But his charming tone and thick Southern accent make you want to believe him and whatever he says. And it could make sense in theory, the only person who would know for sure is Sarah. She can't be glamoured as a shifter. Bill isn't the most attractive man you've ever seen but there is a certain charm to him. He seems genuine, too, so you believe him. Until proven otherwise, you'll believe what he says.

You tilt your head at him, "How do I know you're telling the truth?" You ask, leaning back against the uncomfortable cushion. You know you should close the restaurant, the sign is still flipped but no one's been inside for 30 minutes. Except for you and Bill. But everyone knows what time LeBlanc's closes. About 11 pm, 10 on the weekdays. On Sunday though, it's closed. You didn't know this until you started working here, but Sarah's grandpa is a man of God. You don't have anything against it, you don't agree with it, but you'd never be impolite or disrespect his beliefs because you don't have the same ones he does. But you wish they were open on Sunday sometimes so you could make more money. Maybe you'll be able to go to Eric's bar and get your check or something. You hope so, 5 an hour and tips are not enough money for you to live comfortably. Last year, the minimum wage was 4.75, now it's 5. Not a great increase but it's better than nothing.

He sighs, "Well you'll just have to take my word for it," Bill says, and you don't know how to feel about this. His word didn't mean much to you. You don't know him well enough to trust him yet, and it would take a while for you to trust him if you ever did at all. Nobody's word means anything to you except for Sarah's word. You could never distrust her, not even if she betrays you, something she would never do. She hasn't before, why start now?

"Well, I guess I will until Sarah can tell me her side of everything." You say, shrugging your shoulders. You just want to get home and talk to Sarah about all this. You don't have much of a choice, the man forced you to listen to him, but Sarah wouldn't force you. He would've killed you if you didn't listen, at least that's what you believe. But that seemed less likely the more he talked to you, he isn't threatening in any way. Well, he is, a little, only because of his fangs. But you're not afraid of a vampire biting you, it already happened and you dreamt about it.

Suddenly Bill stands up, looking at something behind you. He uses his vampire speed for this and it makes your heart beat faster and you start sweating. He looks angry and defensive, and his fangs are out. He's not as scary as Eric made him out to be. But maybe you just got used to seeing fangs so often. You look over your shoulder, Margot is standing near the front door with her arms crossed, glaring at your new acquaintance. She glances over at you, "I thought Eric told you to stay away from him." She doesn't look at you for long, her fangs drop and she stares at Bill with a sneer.

"He found me, I didn't go looking for him." You say defensively, standing up from your position in the booth. She doesn't look like she believes you, you're offended but you understand. There was a time when you thought about hurting yourself if it meant Eric would come to your rescue. But that wouldn't happen, and you hop3 it never does. It's quite pathetic now that your head is clear. You wouldn't let it, you're mostly over him now. You didn't know him for long enough to develop a deep crush, but it still stings to think about it. You're telling the truth, you never intended to meet the man Eric deemed dangerous. You never even thought the vampire could be him, you'd already met so many different vampires. It seemed like a one-in-a-million chance.

He doesn't look like he recognizes Margot, but she knows who he is, judging by the look on her face, "I'm sorry," He says, but it's not an apology, "Who are you?" He asks, fangs still on display. The way he says it is threatening and it makes your heart race. You didn't want to be on his bad side, but he never threatened you. But you don't want to be on Margot's bad side either, especially now, she looks scary. She's dressed in all black, a long-sleeved jumpsuit with black heels to match. Her long blonde hair is pinned tight to the back of her head in a bun, accentuating her sharp jawline and high cheekbones.

You have to say, "You look good, Margot." You say, whispering, she glances over at you in exasperation, maybe a little amusement too. Bill glances over at you and then back at your friend. He knows her name now, that's for sure. It doesn't matter anyway, she's not an old vampire. There's no legacy behind her name like there is with Eric's. You didn't understand why Eric hadn't turned more than 1 person in his 1000 years of living. If you were a vampire, you'd turn all your human friends so you could keep them around. But that's selfish. You'd only do it if they allow you to or if they ask you to do it. You wonder if there are any vampire-werewolf hybrids. That would be cool.

"Let's all sit down, no reason to fight." You say, grabbing your rag off the table and taking it over to the bar. Bill closes his mouth, standing up from his crouched position. Margot watches with her arms crossed as the man passes her, she shakes her head and follows behind him. They both sit at the bar across from you, leaving a seat open between them, you knew they would do that. Your customers rarely ever did that, they only did it if they hated the person next to them. In your month of working at the restaurant, you've already seen 5 fights. It entertained you, but it was usually just overweight drunk men rolling around on the floor together.

"Did you kidnap Sarah?" She asks him as soon as they've sat down, glaring at him. He sighs and shakes his head, looking down at his hands resting in his lap. You know he didn't kidnap Sarah, but Margot didn't, so you'd shut up and let him tell his story. Even if you didn't trust him fully. You feel much safer with Bill as long as Margot is there. You've never seen her fight, but she seemed capable enough. She couldn't be older than Bill though, but you're not sure. Bill could be younger. But if Eric has issues with him, then he's not young.

"No, I escaped once, when you got into a car accident I was in the middle of the road. I apologize for that," He says, glancing at you for a moment, he told you but he didn't say sorry. You nod your head in a silent thanks, leaning down and grabbing a bottle of vodka from underneath the counter. While you're down there you pull a shot glass out and stand up straight, setting both of these things on the bar. You haven't consumed any alcohol in a while but you felt like you needed to do it now, "They brought me back with Sarah." He says, and you pour yourself a shot.

You tilt your head back and consume the shot of vodka, grimacing at the burn in the back of your throat. You don't care for shots, you never did, but it appeared necessary, "I don't know if you're lying but Eric will," Margot hasn't stopped staring at Bill, her back is straight and she is fully turned to stare at him, "Let's go, I brought my car." She says, breaking the stare and standing up from her spot on the barstool. You've never seen her car, but you didn't look past the red Corvette Eric owned. Every other car disappeared because of just how flashy it seemed. You don't know why he owns something so extravagant, but nobody could steal from a vampire. Unless you do it in the morning but either way, he would find you.

"Well that's alright with me," Bill says a little indifferently, following her out of the restaurant. You shake your head, you still have to close the place. None of your co-workers noticed you staying behind when they left earlier, except for Earl. He didn't feel so good about you staying behind to close up, but you told him you could take care of yourself. You don't know if Margot will be waiting for you when you go outside, but you hope so. And you don't want to at the same time. A part of you wants to see Eric, another wants to just go back to your house and sleep your headache off. So you'll close the bar slowly, giving you a chance to think about what would happen when you left with Margot and Bill.

You start by washing your once-white rag in the sink to clean it, it helped to use the soap. After you finished cleaning it, you started to wipe any of the dirty tables you saw, the rings of water left on the table from a cold glass, the crumbs from the crispy fried cheese sticks, and the sticky residue of Sprite left on the table. Luckily, you didn't have to do any dishes. But you dropped a glass today so you have to update the inventory or the other bartender, Dalia, would notice. Her memory is even better than yours, and when she got bored she started counting. You met her on your third day of work after you got done with training. It didn't take long, you picked up on things faster than most people. Especially when people showed you, visually, what to do. A paper with some instructions would've confused you. Dalia is tall and tan, with long dark hair and a resting bitch face. She looks like she's judging you every time she sets her eyes on you. But she isn't like that, so you're friends with her.

John already took the trash out before he left, so you don't have to lug 4 heavy bags over to the dumpster. You'd remember to thank him during your next shift. You don't talk to the man outside of work much, but maybe you would. He's nice enough. The other cook is less nice, his name is Jason and he talks too much. He wasn't working at the window tonight so you didn't see him much, his only redeeming quality is that he's slightly funny.

After you're finished wiping the tables, you flip the chairs and stack them on top. Your wrist aches after you're done but at least it's over. When you're done with the worst parts you head through the kitchen and to Earl's office. You rest your hand on the doorknob and stop, it's just one glass it doesn't matter much. Before you leave the restaurant, you grab your jacket from underneath the counter, where your keys are. You slide the black duster over your arms and grab your keys from the counter underneath the one with the new bottles of alcohol.

You flip the sign before you leave and lock the front door behind you so no one breaks into the restaurant, Margot is still waiting. Her car is a dark purple Rolls-Royce, less flashy than Eric's. You always thought the front of those cars looked kind of scary in a way, sort of foreboding. But you've never seen a purple one before.

You get in the backseat and before you can buckle your seatbelt, Margot reverses out of the parking lot, too fast, in your opinion, and drives down the paved road, "Sorry," You say, buckling yourself into the backseat. You're behind Bill, looking over at Margot. She looks good, and you want to say it again but it would just irritate her. She usually looks good, you haven't seen her wearing anything casual yet. Except for the first night, in the sheer mesh top. But she always seemed to wear heels, like Pam. But Pam dressed casually sometimes. Mostly at the video store, but when the bar opened, that changed.

"Don't be, we're patient creatures," Bill says, looking back at you with a reassuring smile. He seems genuine so you smile at him, nodding awkwardly. You don't know what to say to that, but it made sense, you just don't like people waiting for you. Too much pressure, you guessed. Both of them have probably lived for a century or so, you have to have a lot of patience to get through that. Working at Sonic gave you the patience for that. You would never forget roller skating around through a parking lot. Garbage. But you're better at balancing and ice skating now. You preferred ice skating over roller skating after your time at Sonic. It hurt more to fall, but it was more satisfying when you didn't. It felt nice, and you wished you could do it here. But you doubt they have a rink anywhere.

"Alright," You utter, looking through the tinted windows at the passing trees and cars illuminated by street lamps. The tints are dark, far too dark to be legal. It made sense, Margot could get out of it if a police officer pulled her over, and she could eat someone away from prying eyes. Why do vampires drive such flashy cars though? Purple is a good color, but you could see it coming from a mile away. But this late at night, the car looked black. You only saw it was purple because of the lights outside of LeBlanc's. You hope you didn't forget to do something in the bar, Earl wouldn't be too happy about that. But he's more forgiving than any of your previous employers. Sonic wasn't your first job, your first job was at the Burger King down the street from your house. Your boss there was creepy, so you quit and worked at Sonic for years, where your boss wasn't a perv.

The car ride feels longer than usual, and it is, considering you're going from Bon Temps to Shreveport. It's only half an hour but it feels like 3 hours. There's a weird feeling in your stomach, like when you were on a rollercoaster without any of the adrenaline. Your heart feels like it's dropped into your stomach and fallen out of your ass onto the floor of Margot's purple Rolls Royce. By the time you arrive, your heart is hammering in your chest as Margot pulls into the parking lot of Fangtasia. A name you wished you came up with. Pam probably did, it's a little on the nose. There aren't any cars in the parking lot, save for Eric's red Corvette and a new vehicle you'd never seen before. A 1996 Plymouth Breeze, not an expensive car but a new one. It's black and unassuming next to Eric's flashy car. The third car is in front of the nail salon, probably owned by a woman. You didn't often see men in nail salons, only sometimes. But you don't go to the nail salon unless you're going somewhere important, they always managed to hurt you or draw blood when they were working on your nails. Not entirely their fault, you understand and you always try not to react when it happens. Eric wasn't able to buy the land from whoever owned it, and that's why it was still there. But they probably didn't mind, the bar is big enough after all the walls they tore down. It's nice too, everything inside is expensive-looking.

When you step out of the car there's a chill in the air, it sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps start to appear on your legs. You're still in your uniform, and it doesn't cover much. Jean shorts, a white T-shirt with LeBlanc's printed above your heart, and an apron tied around your waist aren't enough to make you warm. But the jacket helps, it ends at your mid-thigh and the inside is warm. Your white T-shirt is a little dirty so you'll do anything to keep your jacket on, even if it's hot inside. But you know it won't be, it was usually cold in the bar. Even the video store was cold. But performers and sweaty humans don't want it to be muggy, that would be uncomfortable. And vampires can't feel warm or cold, so it doesn't matter to them. They just want to make money and drink blood, but they have to be bored of doing the same thing for hundreds of years right? Seems pretty boring to you.

Margot holds the front door open for Bill and you, glaring at the man as he passes her. He doesn't react, but you hear a commotion as soon as he enters the bar. Margot is distracted by it and she enters the bar as well, the door closes behind her and you shake your head. You don't hear any noises when the door closes but you're sure there's still something going on behind it. You just don't know what it is exactly. You have an idea, a fight, or someone restraining him, or him being murdered. With those thoughts in mind, you follow Margot through the door.