I’m more or less in Fangtasia for the entire day. Since Eric had made me his day manager for the place, that meant that I had to be there bright and early to receive our regular shipments of booze, blood, merchandise and so on. I had to supervise when the cleaning crews came in to make sure that they wouldn’t be searching through things they ought not to be. And paperwork.
Holy Jesus in Heaven was there paperwork.
I honestly don’t even know what I’m filling out some days. Orders for this, orders for that, book keeping, payroll, new hires, old hires….bugh.
I generally tend to end up staying throughout the night too. I’ll occasionally fill in if one of the human staff gets sick, or if one of the bartenders gets staked. Which has seemingly happened a lot lately. And no, it wasn’t me, on any of the accounts.
Of course there are some nights when I would much rather not be in Fangtasia at all, so those are usually the nights when I go hang out with Sookie or Dawn, if they are available. Unless she’s working at Merlotte’s, Sookie’s usually more available than Dawn, which is why we’ve become such close friends over the last four years, I think.
Or it could be that we’ve both been considered freaks for much of our lives.
Though, if I weren’t at Fangtasia nearly 24/7, I’d probably never see Eric. Usually, we’ll just sit in a corner booth together, unless he’s got to be up on his stupid podium.
I understand Eric’s job real well, trust me. A few times a week, he’s got to sit out in plain sight, so the touristy’s see him and go ‘Ooh!’, ‘Ahh!’ and ‘Look dad, it’s a real vampire!’ and then they’ll buy more drinks from the bar or more merch and then Eric makes more money, which I get to spend on frivolous shopping trips with my sister and Sookie. I get it. I don’t even mind, most of the time, because of said shopping trips.
The problems occur when the fang-banging skanks come lurking around, from their dark corners, with their disgustingly visible ribcages and their teeny tiny skirts, acting all cute and innocent, which might be believable for about, oh, I don’t know, two seconds, which is when you notice all the different bite marks. Not to mention, a considerable amount of them are just looking to score some blood from one of the oldest, er, ‘living’, vampires in the area.
In the last four years, that blood has only ever gone to three people. Sookie, Dawn and myself. And it’s only been in seriously dire consequences of us being severely injured. Needless to say, his blood is worth more than your house, your car, your significant other’s car and both of your salaries for fifteen years.
I’ve gone off topic again. Oops. Sorry.
One of the human staff, Elvira I think she calls herself, I don’t really remember, had called off so I was attempting at filling in her duties of slinging drinks to tables. Stupid black vampire-fantasies-dress and all. I was in such a dark mood from the episode with Hank earlier in the evening, though, that I didn’t even pay one bit of attention to the idiotic dress code.
The waitressing game wasn’t working out too well at all, either, on account of my mood. One drunken man, about twenty-nine or so, slapped me right on the ass as I walked by. I grabbed his hand and snapped it back. I didn’t break it, but it was close.
Eric and Pam were by our side in less than a second. Pam escorted the drunken idiot out of the building, mostly because I think if Eric had, the guy would’ve been dead, and Eric escorted me off the main floor. I attempted at apologizing but he put his hand over my mouth and told me it wasn’t necessary and that the idiot was lucky it was I who dealt with him instead of Eric himself.
Told you so.
The basement of Fangtasia could be considered creepy, I guess. Mostly, to me, it was just where all my training stuff was currently located.
Since I wasn’t technically allowed to patrol anymore, for vampires anyway, Eric had set up a nice little training area for me to burn off all my extra energy.
It was rarely used, however, as he always found other ways that burned my energy off much better with a lot more satisfying results, on both ends.
Tonight was the exception. I punched the dummy repeatedly, loud music pumping from my tiny little earphones.
I was so invested in the loud music flowing through my ear canals and pummeling the dummy that I just reacted when I felt hands on my shoulders. I grabbed the assailants arms and flung him over the top of me, onto the floor.
Eric looked up at me. His fangs had clicked out in the momentary excitement. I pulled my earphones out and bent down over him.
“Ooh. Sorry! Are you okay?”
“Buffy? Is that you?”
“Yeah, of course it’s me. Who else would it be?”
“Can’t see….lights fading…”
I rolled my eyes, shook my head and stood up, walking away from him.
“You know, for being as old as you are, you’re kind of a really bad actor.”
He whipped up and was standing before I could blink once.
“Really? I thought I was…enchanting. Very dramatic.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Of course you did. You love you.”
He smiled. “But I love you as well.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I said, smiling.
His face darkened a little and I knew we were going for a subject change.
I turned away from him and focused on unwrapping the tape from my hands.
“Are you alright?”
Pffft. As if he didn’t know how I felt. My hands were getting fidgety as I thought up a suitable response. It made getting the tape off just that much harder.
“Me? Yeah, I’m fine. Great. Never been better. Why do you ask?”
I sighed heavily and gave up on the tape. Eric placed his hands on my shoulders and gently turned me around, taking my hands in his. He ripped through the tape with ease and tossed it on the floor. He stared down at me. His crystal blue eyes felt like they could possibly bore holes in me, if he stared long enough.
“Do you trust me?” he asked after an awkward silent minute, completely surprising me.
“Yeah, of course. It’s just….I have mixed feelings, I guess.”
“While my father was in fact a low-life deadbeat that couldn’t be bothered to deal with his children....he’s still my father, you know? The only one I’ll ever have, biologically. I guess I just had a small glimmer of hope left in me when Pam said he was here and he completely destroyed that by going all psycho.”
“I wish he were dead.” Eric said, gravely.
“Well, it is true. He’s hurt you so much. Anyone that can hurt you that much shouldn’t be allowed to live.”
I pondered over that thought for a fraction of a minute, wishing that Eric had been around when I was having all the trouble with Angelus. Well, he was, technically, around, just not around me.
I shook my head and tried to get my thoughts back on track.
“While I appreciate that immensely generous offer, and I’ll seriously put it on the back burner for future…occurrences…you can’t just go killing people because they’ve hurt me.”
“I can and I would, but I know it will upset you so I don’t.” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Well, in that case,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t. That would be one long list of people and non-people that you’d be going after. I would only have a handful of friends left.”
Not that that would be a problem. My supposed ‘best friends’, Willow and Xander, didn’t talk to me anymore. Giles either. Willow and Xander came to visit once, about three years ago. They came at kind of a tumultuous time, though, and they didn’t necessarily like what they saw. It’s far too complicated a story to tell in the middle of another one, but let’s just say it involved Eric, the vampire king of Mississippi, Sookie’s fairy blood, Eric playing a rather evil role and some day-walking. I, of course, had known the plan from the beginning.
Willow and Xander did not.
Nor would they even let me try to explain it to them when I actually had a chance to. At least Sookie was willing to listen. I mean, she still rescinded Eric’s invitation from her house and she refused to see me for a good four months, but she listened. And later accepted my apology.
Again, Willow and Xander did not. Instead, they ran right back to Scotland and told Giles everything. He was just as un-pleased about the whole situation as they were. There was a crazy big Trans-Atlantic telephone call-argument where they had accused me of ‘changing’, and not for the better. It ended when I broke Eric’s office phone in frustration and anger. And a lot of brutal tears. And Eric vowing that he would never let them in my life again, if that’s how they felt about me. Especially after all that I had done for them.
It was logic that I couldn’t argue with. I mean, really, none of them would be in their big head honcho shoes if it weren’t for me in the first place!
Okay, now I’m just ranting. Sorry, again.
Eric looked at me curiously. I’m not sure if it was my statement or my randomized surge of emotions I was having for my former friends.
I took a leap of faith (no pun intended) and went for the emotions.
“It’s the same concept as with my father. Yes, they did something awful and terrible to me and they hurt me, a lot. And I hate them for how they reacted and I hate them for not giving me a chance to explain how things work now. But at the same time…..I miss them. We all shared so much…happiness and tragedy and I mean, if it wasn’t for Willow, I wouldn’t even be here. Twice. I just don’t understand why they can’t be happy for me. Be happy that I’m happy.”
I sighed heavily and Eric pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his shoulder. Well, shoulder region. He’s really tall. And I’m not.
I pulled away after a few moments, feeling better. A little more refreshed, emotionally. Being near Eric always did that. I’m suspecting it’s the whole bond thing, but, hey, you never know.
“I think I’m going to go home and get some sleep.………….unless you want to come home too, seeing as how we were so rudely interrupted before.”
He smirked. “I would love to, but—“
“Oh, right. It’s your night to be Fantasy Vamp. I forgot.”
“I’m ‘Fantasy Vamp’ every night.” he smiled.
I nodded. “Yeah, for some.”
“And you, lover?”
“Well, you’ve, somehow managed to keep me firmly placed at your feet for the last four years. I think we’re pretty much over the ‘fantasy’ stage.”
“You told your father you would marry me, if it was legal to do so.”
I winced. I figured this would come back to haunt me. I didn’t have an automatic response or snappy come back, for once, so I just nodded.
“Would you? Or was that just something you said to make daddy mad?” His accent was a little more pronounced by the end of that sentence.
“Yes.” I said, answering immediately. “I meant it, I mean, the marriage part. I like my life here. Everyday isn’t a crisis. I mean, there certainly have been weeks where everyday was like that, but it’s not consistent. I can breathe. And I’ve found that I kinda like this whole ‘Buffy’s not in charge’ thing. Oh, and well, I suppose I love you.” I smiled.
He grinned. It was his mischievous one. His smiles always had different layers to them. Always.
“Well, that’s very good to know. Go home. Get some sleep. I’ll wake you when I return.”
He kissed me on the forehead and pushed me towards the door back upstairs.
I turned back and jumped up. He caught me effortlessly. We kissed for a very long, yet very short, few minutes. He set me back down and shooed me off towards the door, with a large grin settling on his face.
“Oh, and, lover, please try not to break anymore of the patron’s bones on your way out. It’s getting costly.”
I woke up later than normal the next day, about eleven. Thankfully, it was Saturday and I really didn’t have any Fangtasia duties to perform. Well, none that couldn’t wait till tomorrow at least.
It felt nice to sleep in for once.
Eric had the tendency to keep me up late late late. He didn’t exactly tend to think about the fact that I had to be at the bar in the morning too. Though, I can’t really blame him. Well, yes, actually, I can. If it wasn’t for the fact that I can never seem to tear myself away from him, I’d probably get a lot more sleep.
Eric was dead to the world (almost literally) next to me, in our windowless bedroom. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek as I got out of bed.
I scrambled throughout our, er, my kitchen for some quick breakfast while making a mental checklist of things that needed to get done today.
Step one was to call Riley. Well, I couldn’t actually call him, due to his super top secretiveness, but I had a number.
I pulled my phone out from the charger on the kitchen counter and dialed. When prompted, I entered the super secret code that I had. A button beeped immediately.
“This is Buffy Summers….I need to get in touch with Agent Riley Finn or Agent Samantha Finn. Thanks.”
Message delivered. I hung up and set my phone back down, replacing it with a bowl of cereal.
Step two was to go to Bon Temps and have a little chat with my dearest Dawnie Poo. I could just call her, goodness knows it certainly would be easier, but if I called her, she could hang up on me. Or just not answer. Face to face was much better with her. Plus, I could visit with Sookie. It’d been a few weeks since I had seen her and I was finding that I missed her. Possibly a little more so than Dawn at this point, but I knew that was just my anger talking.
I downed my cereal and was about to go off to take a shower, when I noticed a small package sitting on the opposite counter. There was a note tapped to it. ‘I didn’t bother to wake you, lover. You were sleeping too peacefully. When you come into Fangtasia tonight, bring this with you. When I ask for it, hand it to me. Dress formal.’
‘This’ was a medium sized black velvet bag. It was heavy, but not too heavy, thanks to my freakish strength. I was tempted to look and see what it was, but, in the end I decided against it. It was probably some dumb vampire affair thing. I just shrugged it off and headed for the shower.
About forty minutes later, I was ready to go. It was a seemingly hot day so I was happy in my decision to don some simple, plain old denim shorts and a tank top. I pulled a nice dress out of my closet and zipped it up in a garment bag. I figured that I could just change my clothes at Sookie’s before heading into Fangtasia for the night, seeing as how Eric requested that I dress nice. I pulled my hair into a lazy ponytail and was out the door.
Bon Temps wasn’t too far from Shreveport, about an hour or so. The sunshine was really influencing my mood today. As I was driving down the interstate, I found myself happily singing along to the radio, my dark mood of the previous night floating away.
Soon, I was pulling into Merlotte’s Bar & Grill. It was Saturday afternoon and the place was packed. I noticed Sookie’s car parked towards the back. I got out and walked into the bar. A lot of eyes were focused on me for a minute and then they returned to whatever it is they were doing before I had walked in. Three pairs of eyes remained, though.
Pair number one belonged to Jason Stackhouse, Sookie’s older brother. He’d tried his little fairy charms on me once before but I’d quickly put a stop to it by squeezing his hand a little too tight. And then Sookie told him that I was dating Eric and Jason appropriately backed off. Jason used to be addicted to V and as Sheriff of this current area, Eric knew that. Jason took the dangerous hint well.
He also went through a small stint in the Fellowship. When I had learned that he had been sucked into the looney bin, I completely devoted all my time to helping Sookie get him out. We finally concocted an amazing plan. Phone calls weren’t allowed during ‘training camp’. Since I had a feeling that I probably wasn’t welcome in Dallas anymore (thankfully), Sam drove over to the Fellowship and told Jason that it was very urgent that he come home. We had falsified a story that Sookie had been hurt by the vampires and was in the hospital. The good Reverend (HA) had to let Jason go, after all Sookie is his only family!
As soon as Sam pulled into Sookie’s driveway, Dawn and I ambushed Jason. I’ll skip the details, but after a few hours we finally got Jason to see how wrong the Fellowship actually was. Of course, the Fellowship called to check in and the plan kinda got blown up a bit when Sookie answered Jason’s phone. Steve showed up promptly, for being so far away, ready to take Jason back. However, Jason refused. Steve threatened. And then I stepped out from the crowd, with Dawnie behind me. Good ol’ Steve’s eyes widened with recognition and he quickly left.
Now that Jason was a were-panther, I’m pretty sure that he wouldn’t be welcomed back at the Fellowship anyway, even if he wanted to rejoin.
Pair number two belonged to Arlene, one of the waitresses at Merlotte’s. Her hair was what Dawn and I liked to privately refer to as ‘plastic cup red’. Speaking of the looney bin, she had been recently dating a man that belonged to the Fellowship. She used to be one of Sookie’s best friends and now she hated her because she associated with the vamps.
So you can imagine what she thought of me. She glared at me as soon as I stepped in. I replied by smiling sweetly. Kill ‘em with kindness, you know?
The third pair of eyes belonged to Sookie. She smiled brightly and walked out from behind the bar to grasp me in a sisterly hug, which made Arlene grimace just as much. I had a fleeting thought of something Mom used to say about your face sticking that way and I heard Sookie quietly hide a laugh. I was momentarily confused and then quickly remembered her gift. It’s really odd how you can forget something so special.
“It’s real good to see you, Buffy.” Sookie said, releasing me from our hug. “You want some lunch?”
“Nah, I just ate before I left Shreveport.” I smiled.
Sookie smiled back. “Well, go on and have a seat somewhere and as soon as it slows down we’ll catch up a bit.”
Sookie walked off to check her tables and I sat down at the bar.
“Well look at what the cat drug in.”
I lifted my head to see Sam walking out from the back.
Sam was the owner of Merlotte’s. He was taller than me, but again, who isn’t? He had wiry reddish/blondish hair and was just a few years older than me. I’d say around thirty. He was a pure shifter, which meant that he could change into any kind of animal that he fancied, as long as he’d seen it before. Or something like that. I’m not quite sure on all the specifics.
Before starting my life here, I hadn’t been aware of anything beyond that of the werewolf that Oz used to turn into three nights a month. Apparently, that’s a hybrid of the original wolf. Aka, he was bitten and not born. I think. I don’t know. I have too much on my plate trying to keep up on Vampire politics. If I threw in Were politics, my head would probably spin right off. The Weres are Dawn’s area, not mine.
Oh, yeah, Sam and Dawn are dating. Well, more than dating actually. They were a bonafide item. They have been together going on two years and I couldn’t be happier for them.
I smiled. “Hey Sam.”
“Hey there, Buffy. How are things? Haven’t seen you ‘round lately. Busy up there in Shreveport?”
I nodded. “Yeah, you can say that. Fangtasia’s packed every night. It’s a miracle that I was able to escape for a bit today. Is Dawn around? I need to talk to her.”
He looked at me curiously. “Yeah, she’s out back in the office. Is everything alright?”
I nodded. “Yeah, mostly.”
“Care to explain?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s nothing, really. I just need to, uh, well—“
I was trying phrase ‘murder her’ without sounding rude.
He apparently got the jist though and nodded accordingly.
“I take it your father found you okay?”
I stood up. “Well, he found me alright. I’m not sure how ‘okay’ that is though. Mind if we use your office?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. Just go easy on her, will ya? She's kinda frazzled about his visit and you should know that it wasn't, well, never mind that, not my place to say, but please…try not to break anything, alright?”
I really liked Sam. He was a good guy. Yeah, he was quite a bit older than Dawnie, but really, I have absolutely no right to be quipping about age differences. My current boyfriend is over a thousand years old.
I made my way back to Sam’s office. The door was open and I could see Dawn bent down low over the desk, probably doing the bookkeeping for Sam.
This wasn’t her normal job, mind you. During the week, she worked for Herveaux Construction in their Shreveport office. She commuted the hour or so drive daily. She swore up and down that she didn’t mind though. We had lunch together nearly every single day during the week, as she was so close.
I shook my head thinking that I should’ve known something was up. We hadn’t met for lunch yesterday. She called last minute and said that she was going home early because she didn’t feel good.
I didn’t bother knocking on Sam’s office door. I just stood in the door way, with my arms folded and cleared my throat loudly.
Dawn spun around in the chair to see who was intruding her business work.
“Feeling better?” I asked.
“Buffy! What are you doing here?”
“Dawn, you know what I’m doing here.”
“Ah, so the daddsters found you.”
“Yeah, the daddsters found me.”
There was a long, awkward silence.
I walked into Sam’s office and shut the door behind me, rolling my eyes.
“Dawn, how could you?”
“Well, uh, yeah, about that…”
“Dawn you know exactly how I feel about him. You know because you feel the same way.”
“I didn’t tell him. I swear to the Powers themselves that I didn’t tell him.”
“Then who did? Sookie nor Sam wouldn’t tell, so who did?”
“He came in , asking questions. I was back here, in the office. Sam was behind the bar. He came in asking about me and Sam got suspicious so he asked who he was and he said that he was our father. Sam knows all about him so he started to tell him to drag it but Dad was putting up a big fuss about it saying that he had every right to see his daughter, if she was here. I didn’t want it to get anymore inflated than it was already so I just came out and told him myself that I wasn’t interested in seeing him and he had to leave. He started begging and pleading and saying how sorry he was for everything he had done, er, well, not done over the last few years. And how he was sorry that such a bright, brilliant child like myself had to grow up with such a bad influence. That’s you, by the way. Well, I got seriously pissed and yelled and screamed at him that he had no idea the person that you were and he had no idea in the world what you had done for me, what you had sacrificed, just to take care of me. He asked repeatedly for me to tell him where you were, but I denied it every time he asked. Finally, Arlene butted her stupid, ugly dyed head in and told him that she knew you worked at Fangtasia and that she thought you were dating the vampire that owned it. Boy, after Dad left, Arlene got it coming to her. That’s why she’s in such a grouchy mood today. She got from all different angles that night. Sam, Sookie, myself, even Jason and Lafayette got in her face about it.”
I nodded, calmly. Perhaps a little too calmly. I believe that was the tip off to Dawn. I turned and walked out of the office, back into the main room of the bar, where Arlene just so happened to be standing, waiting for Sam to mix her a couple of drinks.
“Arlene. May I have a few words with you, please?” I asked as calm as possible.
She looked at me with a mixture of revulsion and nerves. Sookie and Sam eyed us carefully.
“I don’t consort with fangbangers.” she said and turned back towards Sam.
I walked right up behind her, grabbed her on the shoulder and whirled her around. She struggled at my grip which just made me hold onto her tighter. I wanted to make an impression.
“Listen to me, you idiotic bimbo. The next time someone comes into this bar asking questions about me or my sister, do us a favor and keep your big, gossipy mouth shut.”
A burly looking man came flying over towards the bar. I think I vaguely recognized him as Arlene’s new Fellowship beau.
“Don’t you dare put your filthy vampire screwing hands on my lady, Blondie.”
He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back. I let Arlene go and she stumbled back from the force of the grip that I had on her. Also, a wrong move on burly Fellowship guy’s part. I elbowed him, hard, in the ribcage. He stumbled back, fell over a table and landed on the floor. My adrenaline was pumping and I was suddenly itching for a fight. A fight that I had been denied countless times, thanks to the whole ‘it’s illegal to kill vampires’ law.
Unfortunately, that’s when Sam, Jason and Lafayette raced over and stepped in the middle of us. Sookie and Dawn grabbed a hold of me and pulled me back, away from them.
Burly-pants had managed to get himself up from the floor, at least to a sitting position, with Arlene clinging all over him. He was breathing heavily.
“I think she broke my ribs!” he exclaimed.
“Well it serves you right, I think.” Sookie said, matter of fact-ish.
“You’re taking her side, Sookie? I thought we were friends!” Arlene yelled.
“We haven’t been friends in months, Arlene. More than that. Ever since you got involved with all this stupid Fellowship shit. And even before then, I don’t really think you were ever my friend, not truly. You only came around when you needed something, like a babysitter or someone to clean your trailer.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. Fangbangers always stick together.” Burly-pants said.
It was one thing to insult me, but good God you better watch out if you insult my family. And that’s what Sookie was to Dawn and I. Family.
Dawn let go of my arm and I managed to easily shake Sookie’s grip off. I pushed Jason, Lafayette and Sam out of the way, with little effort. I grabbed Burly-pants by the collar of his shirt and yanked him upright. He let out a howl of pain.
“You better take that little insult of yours back, unless you want your ribs to be non-existent, instead of just broken.”
“Do ya’ll see what problems these vampires have created? Violence! And it’s all from being around the vampires!” Arlene exclaimed, dramatically.
Dawn snorted loudly. “Yeah, right. It’s all the vampires faults. No, no. You and your stupid boyfriend had nothing to do with it at all. Oh, no. Nothing.”
“Buffy, put him down.” Sam said, aggravated.
I shrugged and tossed Burly-pants to the floor. I heard the sickening crack and figured that was the rest of his ribs breaking. His screams attested it.
Arlene bent back down to try and help Burly-pants up.
“Arlene, I want you to take him and get out of my bar.” Sam said to her.
She stood up and stomped her foot, angrily, like a child.
“She assaulted us and you’re throwing us out?!”
“All your little Fellowship buddies have been doing nothing but causing trouble since they’ve been coming in here. I don’t want it anymore.”
“She’s caused more trouble in the last fifteen minutes than we have in a month!”
“Arlene, I said go. Go home and calm yourself down and come back tomorrow.”
“Well you can forget that, Sam Merlotte. I’m quittin’. I didn’t want to work for no shifter anyway. Ya’ll are a bunch of freaks around here! I’m done!”
She tore off her apron, threw it at Sam and then bent down to help Burly-pants stand. As soon as she had him up, they walked out of the bar.
By then, I had calmed down some and I was starting to feel bad. Really bad. Especially when I noticed that I had completely shattered one of Sam’s tables when I tossed the Fellowship dude on it. Whoops. Jason and Lafayette walked over and started picking up the shattered wooden pieces of it.
“Daaaaaaaaaaamn girl! The next time I’m getting’ in a fight, I’m callin’ yous up.” Lafayette said.
“Alright, everybody. Show’s over. Go back to whatever it was you were doing.” Sam yelled throughout the bar. He turned back towards me.
“Can I talk to you in private?” he asked, sharply.
I nodded sheepishly.
I followed Sam out back, but instead of going into his office, we walked outside, behind the bar. Dawn and Sookie stayed behind to help calm down the chaos.
“Sam, I am so sorry. I was just so mad at her for interfering with mine and Dawn’s stuff…It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve been able to, you know…fight anything….something in me just completely snapped and I couldn’t hold myself back, especially when they were throwing out insults at Sookie—“
Sam held up a finger to indicate that I should stop moving my lips and listen.
“Buffy, I don’t blame you. They both had it comin’, but, you should’ve waited. I don’t like that stuff goin’ on in my bar. It’s not really that good for business, you know? Especially so close after the Weres coming out…I mean, business hasn’t really been that bad, but it’s declined a bit. I don’t need anything else keeping people away.”
“Have I mentioned how sorry I am?”
“Have I mentioned that you owe me a new table?” he smirked.
I knew then that things were all good between us.
“I’ll have Eric send over a check.”
Eric probably wasn’t going to be thrilled that my temper was costing him money—again. Within twenty four hours. Less than, actually.
Sam nodded his approval.
“It’s not that I’m banning you from the bar or anything so please don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you should probably leave and not come back 'round for a bit.”
I nodded, understandingly.
“I know Sookie was wanting to see you so I’ll just go in and get her while you wait safely out here, okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll be out by my car.” I said, pointing towards the front parking lot.
I walked around the bar and leaned against my car, waiting for Sookie. Lafayette was standing out front, smoking a cigarette. When he saw me, he walked over and leaned next to me.
“You know, I aint’ neva seen a girl as strong as you. For that fact, I ain’t neva seen a man as strong as you. Well, ones that weren’t vampires, anyway.”
I smiled. “You don’t watch a lot of TV, huh Lafayette?”
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“Do you remember the anti-Vampire Slayer ads that the AVL was running all over the place a few years ago?”
He nodded “Yeah, I think so.”
I pointed to myself.
I laughed. “Really truly. I’m a Slayer. Well, the original. Well, no, not the
original. I’d be like, ten thousand years old or something if I were the true original.”
He looked at me expectantly so I explained all about the Slayer line, in as short of a sentence as I could.
“So, you fight vampires?”
“Used to, yep.”
“You fight ‘em, yet you is screwin’ one?”
I laughed. “That is possibly one of the worst ways you could’ve said it, but, yes.”
“I’ve met Eric Northman on several occasions and all I gotta say is…….good luck to you, hookah. That vamp is scary as shit.”
“It’s kind of his job to be scary, as a Sheriff. He wouldn’t be nearly as powerful as he is if he wasn’t so scary.” I leaned in a bit closer to him. “It would also probably help if you stopped selling the V.” I whispered.
Lafayette’s eyes went wide. “How the fuck you know that?”
I raised my eyebrow at him. “It’s Eric. It’s his job to know. You’re just lucky he hasn’t gone to the Queen yet, which, by the way, you're welcome
.I know she’s not your Queen, but she could seriously mess up your life. Bad.”
Sookie came out then and walked over to us.
“Ready to go Buffy?” she smiled.
I nodded. “Yeah, I’ll follow you over to your house?”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you there in a few minutes.”
She got in her car and drove off towards her house.
I turned back to Lafayette.
“I like you, Lafayette. You’re a good person. Promise me that you’re going to stop selling it.”
He nodded, but looked apprehensive. “I’d like to, but there’s someone behind me, pushin’ it.”
“I’m flattered that ya care, but I’m thinkin’ that they’d probably kill me before you or your playboy Sheriff could do anything ‘bout it.”
With that, he walked back into the bar. I sighed and hopped in my car. In a few short minutes, I was driving up Sookie’s driveway.
We had a nice afternoon together, just hanging out. I told her all about the things Hank had said to me when he’d come into the bar and I told her of Pam glamouring him.
“Why didn’t Eric just glamour him?” Sookie asked.
“Well, honestly, I think Eric just likes to threaten people.”
We both laughed at that.
All too soon, the sun was setting. I sighed as I realized that my nice, mostly relaxing afternoon, was about to give way to a night full of Fangtasia and actual fangbangers. Not to mention whatever vampire-y thing that Eric had going on with that black bag.
That black bag that I had left sitting on the counter top at home.
“Crap!” I yelled, scrambling up off Sookie’s couch.
“What is it?” she asked, worriedly.
“There’s this thing that I think Eric has going on tonight. He left me this bag thing that I was supposed to bring to him at Fangtasia and I forgot to bring it.”
“What’s going on?”
“I honestly have no idea. It must be important though. He asked me to dress nice.”
That’s when I realized that the dress I had grabbed was sitting right next to the velvety bag.
I looked towards Sookie and put my nicest smile on, not that I really needed to.
She stood up and smiled. “You wanna borrow a dress?”
About forty five minutes later and I was all prettied up.
Sookie had an amazing array of dresses in her closet. The one I picked out was very fancy. It was black on the top, with a dark gray cascade of ruffles that stopped just above my knees. There was a gray bow to the side and it was strapless.
Sookie’s a little bit more, ah, blessed than I am in the upper region so we had to do some severe pinning in that department, but we got it done. I borrowed a beautiful pair of candy apple red high heels to complete my outfit. Luckily, we’re the same size in shoes.
As we were in Sookie’s bathroom, primping up my hair, there was a loud series of knocks on the front door. We immediately stopped what we were doing and booked it out to the front room.
“You weren’t expecting any guests tonight, were you?” I whispered.
She shook her head.
I walked carefully over to the front door and yanked it open, ready for a fight.
I was definitely not expecting it to be who it was.
She held up the black velvety bag that I had forgotten at home.
“Long time no see, B. You forget something?”