Well, I'm Not Gonna

Here is an extra chapter for the week. I had a late start at work today so I decided to edit this chapter as best as I could. If you find any errors, please let me know and I will fix them. I don't know how often I can post extra chapters but I'll do it whenever I am able. Please, if you're not clear on what's going on, let me know and I'll do my best to make it right.

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The story idea is mine but the characters belong to Charlaine Harris.

There are still a few more miles to go before we get to the bar and a little more story to tell so don't get all bored on me. Sit back and relax so that you can enjoy a little more of my first night in a vampire bar. I'll be done before you know it. I'm sure that you have more than enough time on your hands. You're listening to my rambling, aren't you?

Good.

Now where was I? Oh yeah, let's get back to my first night at Fangtasia … interview night. Or as I like to call it, 'meeting the others that were applying for the same job as I was' night.

The bar was everything that a vampire bar should be. It was creepy and dark. There were tons of creepy and dark people running around and it was pretty cool. I'd never seen anything like it. The music was almost hypnotic. I got what I expected from the humans as far as dancing goes. Jumping and flailing around. Body parts all over the place but not the vampires. The way the vampires were dancing was otherworldly. Their bodies moved in ways that I'd never imagined. It was just what I'd expected. The only thing that really stood out was me. I didn't fit in. I was like a duck at a pigeon convention.

As I looked around the bar, I noticed that I really did stick out like a sore thumb. The two girls that came in just before I did, they were dressed like vampire knockoffs; dark black hair, black makeup with thick, red lipstick, pale skin, and the creepiest looking outfits I'd ever seen. Spikes, fishnet stockings, and leather; that's what I saw when I looked at them and everyone that was surrounding me. I know that I don't know very many vampires … well, I don't know any vampires but yet and still, I've never seen one that's dressed the way those people were dressed. When I've seen them on TV, they're always dressed so nice and neat. If I were a vampire, I'd have been mighty insulted. Would you want to be seen as cliche? I know that I wouldn't. I'd want to ...

It suddenly hit me and it hit me hard. I might not get this job. The girls that were there to be interviewed, they were dressed just like the patrons, even the vampires. I looked down at my pink halter dress with the white polka dots and I realize that I'm the only one that looks like she's going to a cotton candy social with the local brownie troop. My hair was hanging loose over my shoulders. My makeup was understated and I was wearing pink ballerina flats. After taking a really good look at myself, I realized that I really did look as if I'd been in the fight of my life with a cotton candy machine. Luckily, I'd escaped with my life and this outfit.

"Dang it," I whispered.

The two girls looked at me and rolled their eyes as they giggled. The skinnier one of the two thought that there's no way that the master was going to choose me. I looked like a Sunday school teacher with wide hips. Wide hips? I love my hips. There's absolutely nothing wrong with me. That stupid girl; she has no …

Wait.

What?

Did she really just think the Master? She had to be kidding. They can't possibly call the head vampire Master. Can they? I looked around the bar and dropped my shields. OMG; everyone in there was wondering where the master was. It had to be a joke. It couldn't be real.

"Sookie Stackhouse," a lady called.

You've all met her not too long ago. She came into Merlotte's and interrupted my shift. Yeah, it was Pam.

"Here," I said when I spun around on my bar stool to look at her. There stood a beautiful, blonde vampire beckoning me to come to her. Even she was dressed like my competition. Thigh high boots, fish net stockings, and a tight, black leather dress. Her hair was styled in a sleek and modern fashion. And her makeup? It was flawless. She almost looked as if she didn't have any on.

"Dang it," I whispered once again.

She smiled at me.

As soon as I saw her, I just knew that I'd be going back to Merlotte's with my tail tucked between my legs. I didn't stand a freaking chance. Maybe I should move back home and do as mom said. I should just go to college and get a real job. There's no way in the world that I was going to fit in at this place. I'm too southern fried while this place is too rock and roll gothic. You know what I mean?

I sighed as I jumped down from my bar stool and smoothed down the back of my dress. I could've ran off and begged my mom's forgiveness. I could've gone home and told her that she was right and that I wanted to come back home but I didn't. No point, right? I may as well go with it. I'd come this far. I'm going to see it through. I'm no quitter. Gran and Fintan would've been ashamed of me. More ashamed than I would've been. I couldn't have that so I did what I had to do. I pressed my lips together in an attempt to freshen my lipstick. I'd even ran my fingers through my hair and smiled.

"How's my hair?" I asked when I reached her. "I was going to wear the pink head band but I like the white one better. What about you?"

A flash of amusement appeared in her eyes. "Quite nice," she answered. "I especially love the head band. The pink would have been just a tad too much. Too much pink in a vampire bar is never a good thing but I do love your dress," she added with a smile. "Pink is my favorite color."

"Thank you?" I kinda, sorta asked. I couldn't tell whether or not she was being sarcastic or if she'd truly meant it. Her face was as blank as her eyes. My friend, Tara, she told me that vampires don't have much of a sense of humor. Hmm; maybe she was trying to be funny. Maybe I needed to explain my choice of attire.

"I wore this because I wanted to look my best but after seeing what everyone else is wearing, it makes me wonder if I've made the right choice," I said. "Do I look okay?" I asked as I began to twirl around for her.

She smiled at me and said, "You look delicious." She then winked at me and dropped fang.

I smiled and cocked my head to the side and said, "Well, thank you." That time, I felt that she meant it.

"Follow me," she ordered.

I followed her through the bar and down a long hallway. As I took in my surroundings, she glanced at me over her shoulder. She was checking me out and had a smirk on her face. The look on her face made me feel kind of uneasy. Maybe she didn't like my look after all. Maybe she was playing me.

"Hey," I said as I stopped walking. Trying to keep my anger in check, I smiled my annoyed and irritated smile. It's the same smile that I use for some of the annoying and irritating customers at Merlotte's. "Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing? I thought that you said that I look delicious. Were you trying to be funny? I'd assumed that since this is a job interview, I needed to dress appropriately. My grandparents told me that I look adorable and professional. I didn't know that I'd have to dress like a cartoon character to get any respect around here. If that's a requirement, you should include that in the ad."

She stopped walking. She turned around and smiled broadly at me.

Now, I was really mad. Shaking my head, I said, "I'm not sure that this is the right place for me." Using my thumb to point in the direction of the bar, I said, "I think I'm going to go. I think that maybe I should go to another vampire bar for employment. Someone was telling me about a vampire named Victor Madden. From what I hear, he's hiring and maybe I'll fit in there. This may not work out for us."

I never got to walk away. I got to turn away from her but that's as much as I got to do. The vampiress stepped in front of me; at least I think she did. She moved so quickly that I didn't see her move. "You don't want to work for Victor. He's an asshole and no one likes him. I guarantee that you're better suited for Fangtasia. Come," she said. "My master will like you." She licked her lips as she looked me up and down. "You're different." She turned away and began walking. "He has always had an affinity to the exotic."

"Exotic?" I asked. "Me?"

She nodded her head as she continued to walk. "You are." She then shook her head in pity as she glanced at me briefly. She even made the tsk, tsk noise.

Can you believe it? A vampire tsk tsk'ed me.

If she saw it, she ignored the look of surprise on my face as she continued walking and talking. "It's a shame that you don't know that. There's something about you, Ms. Stackhouse. The master will enjoy you. He will enjoy you very much."

I frowned as I let her lead me. I should've asked her what she meant by 'enjoy you' but I let that slide for now. We had more important things to discuss. "Why does everyone call him Master?"

"Because he is," the vampiress answered. "That's what the humans are expected to call him."

"You're not human," I said.

"Thank, God." She then rolled her eyes. "He's my maker which means he made me vampire. Calling him master is a sign of the utmost respect. Try it. You just might enjoy it," she said as we stopped in front of a closed office door. With her hand on the knob, she asked, "Ready?"

"Yeah," I said. I'd tuned out everything else that she'd said because I'm not going to enjoy calling someone master. I find it ridiculous. "But Master? Is that really what the humans call him?"

"Yes," she answered.

I shook my head no. "Well, I'm not gonna."

This time, she gave me a full on laugh. It looked out of place on her face but at least she really did seem to find me to be amusing.

She opened the door and there behind that door, stood the most beautiful vampire I'd ever laid eyes on. My goodness. I wish that you guys had been with me that night just so you could see him. You would lose your minds. I did.

"Jesus Christ, Sheppard of Judea," I whispered.

Pam may have been right.

Maybe one day I will call him Master.

But I doubt it.