He stalked his prey; the smell she exuded was intoxicating. He had never encountered such a tantalising, mouth watering smell. That was not all that was drawing him to this girl. Her long slender legs which held her petite torso, of which had an element of intrigue for the eye, the way her blonde hair swayed in the breeze and her eyes. So deep for someone who was so young, these were eyes that had seen a great deal more than others. She muttered profanities to herself as she shifted through her bag to find her car keys, this voice was comforting and familiar thought he knew he had never seen this girl before that night. He watched her, waiting for the right moment to step out and claim her, but as he sat and watched her from behind the ancient tree he found he could do only that. Sit and watch her, drinking in her beauty, listening to her voice float across the night air. Her scent enticing him to come forward yet at the same time warding him off so as to enjoy it a moment longer. As he sat in revelry, she produced the keys from her bag and unlocked her car. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he had lost her, although he could follow the car he did not want to risk her going home to anyone and having to kill them too. Although his nature would encourage this he knew he must resist in order to keep the profile of his kind clean. Then the moment was lost, the beauty had climbed into her car and had started the engine. He knew then he would have to wait till the next time the waitress was working. As she pulled away he slid away into the darkness of the small wood, hunting for the biggest animal he could find. He knew this would not satisfy his hunger, but that it would tide him over till his next opportunity.
After his meal he made his way back to his own bar of which he owned with his child, Pam, who was not his child in the literal sense but in the sense that he had brought her over to the undead world. They had spent many years together in which they had encountered a variety of adventures in surviving the persecution of the ‘breathers’ as Pam referred to humans as lovingly.
“Pam” he nodded as he entered the nightclub “How’s business tonight?? Any high spenders??”
“Well” Pam drawled in her southern accent “The men in booth 4 are celebrating some monotonous event of life and have spent almost $400 in the last 2 hours, they tried to get me to join them earlier” she looked disgusted at the thought
“I hope you declined respectfully, such customers are not so common in our establishment” Eric chided his beautiful business partner.
She feigned offence as though her maker had stepped on to unnecessary grounds “Well Mr Northman, I did as a matter of fact and they even tipped me for my charm” she batted her eyelashes so as to appease him.
He smiled down at her and continued across the room towards his office. As soon as he had entered and closed the door there was a short knock of which he knew was that of his human waitress, Lola.
“Enter” he called from behind his desk, the woman entered dressed in a black lacy dress embellished with red fabric roses. She crossed the room and stood a foot from the desk.
“Lola, what can I do for you this evening?” he asked smiling knowing he would dazzle her, as he had dazzled many others in such a way.
“Urm, well, the thing is Mr Northman, I urm, I may need a little time off” She looked worried as though she thought her words would instantly anger the majestic vampire sat in front of her.
“And what is the nature of such a need??” he asked her
“Well, you see sir, I have, urm gotten myself into a spot of, urm trouble recently” her eyes could not meet his in shame. With his experience of the world he had picked up on this.
“What manner of trouble?? Is it anything I could help with??” He asked curiously
“Urm, no, its urm sort of a, urm personal matter” Her eyes had come to rest on his face to discern his reaction.
“I see, and when is the child to be born??” he asked calmly causing Lola to step back in a moment of horror.
“How did…how could…..”
“I can smell the changes in your body, the hormones change alongside many other things. By my estimation you are no more than 3 months??” He searched her face for his confirmation
“Tha, that’s right, 3 months and 1 week to be exact” her head fell in defeat.
“Well, in that case I suggest you wear flat shoes and less revealing clothing to work and your maternity leave shall be implemented when you reach 4 months. This will allow me time to find a replacement to fill in your hours”
“Thank you Mr Northman, I am very grateful for your
understanding” With this she bowed to her boss and exited the room.
He pulled his phone book from his desk and began to search for his replacement waitress. He had flicked through 5 pages before he had the thought. Surely if the right price was offered she would take the job?? Maybe even take it permanently. This excited him to a point where his fangs pressed against his bottom lip.
“What’s got you all flustered??” he heard Pam’s voice drift in as she sat across from him. How had he not heard her come in, even Pam, as fast as she was did not challenge his senses. He quickly retracted his fangs and composed himself to answer.
“Nothing, I’m simply finding a replacement waitress to cover miss Ward, I’ve granted her maternity leave beginning three weeks from now and I wanted to be fully prepared for her last shift.” he said matter-of-factly.
“I know your fangs would not drop for a child bearing waitress, even one as delectable as our Miss Ward” a glint entered Pam’s eye showing Eric the two girls had been more than friends on some occasion.
“Well as it happens that was not the cause, I was considering who to have for supper. My tastes are pulling me toward Jane tonight” he said trying to sound as honest as possible.
“Jane is a good choice, her blood is to die for, and she’s a good fuck too. I think you’d have fun with her.” Pam said in such a conversational way as if she were discussing the weather or a TV programme she had viewed.
Eric simply smiled in agreement his mind wandering to a completely different place. He wondered how he would approach the waitress, maybe a phone call to the bar where she worked, or a visit to the bar. Maybe he could send someone to ask her. No. He had to go himself, make a proper introduction and offer her the job. Even if she did not accept the offer maybe he could use this as an excuse to get to know her better. He mused a little longer as he watched Pam inspecting her nails under the bright lamp on the desk. She turned her hand this way and that, Eric’s eyes following as though it were the most mesmerising thing in the world, when suddenly her hand fell still.
“Eric, I know this aint no meal plan running through your head, so either you tell me what is or I swear I will make your afterlife very difficult Viking man”
He raised his eyes to meet hers knowing full well how capable of carrying out such a threat she could be. He paused for a moment considering his response knowing he could not lie to his child again.
“There is a waitress I have in mind to fill the position” he answered earnestly.
“And what position would you have her in??” a double meaning to her words
“That of a waitress” he answered too quickly.
Pam eyed him sceptically, knowing that she had hit the nail on the head with her evaluation of her makers behaviour.
“Of course, so you would not mind if I perused the sexual preference of this waitress at all??” she asked knowing the essence of his response.
“As a matter of fact I do” he answered in a sharp tone.
Pam broke into a broad grin and met his eyes, nodded and left the office chortling to herself.
Eric spent the next few minutes planning how he would go to the bar, first of all he would inquire into the owner of the establishment, a simple task that could be quickly carried out. He pulled out his cell and dialled the number faster than the eye could see before lifting it his ear.
“Rich, Can you go down to Merlottes bar in Bon Temp and inquire into the owner there” he paused to listen “No, I just want you to find out who they are and leave the rest to me” another pause “anytime while I’m sleeping will do, and I would hope to hear news from you as soon as I wake. Yes, Thank you” He hung up and threw the phone onto the desk glancing at the time. Nearly closing time for another night. Eric decided to retire early, instructing Pam to close up and take stock before the morning. He went to his room head in the clouds all the way considering how he would ask the girl to work for him.
*****
After his meal he made his way back to his own bar of which he owned with his child, Pam, who was not his child in the literal sense but in the sense that he had brought her over to the undead world. They had spent many years together in which they had encountered a variety of adventures in surviving the persecution of the ‘breathers’ as Pam referred to humans as lovingly.
“Pam” he nodded as he entered the nightclub “How’s business tonight?? Any high spenders??”
“Well” Pam drawled in her southern accent “The men in booth 4 are celebrating some monotonous event of life and have spent almost $400 in the last 2 hours, they tried to get me to join them earlier” she looked disgusted at the thought
“I hope you declined respectfully, such customers are not so common in our establishment” Eric chided his beautiful business partner.
She feigned offence as though her maker had stepped on to unnecessary grounds “Well Mr Northman, I did as a matter of fact and they even tipped me for my charm” she batted her eyelashes so as to appease him.
He smiled down at her and continued across the room towards his office. As soon as he had entered and closed the door there was a short knock of which he knew was that of his human waitress, Lola.
“Enter” he called from behind his desk, the woman entered dressed in a black lacy dress embellished with red fabric roses. She crossed the room and stood a foot from the desk.
“Lola, what can I do for you this evening?” he asked smiling knowing he would dazzle her, as he had dazzled many others in such a way.
“Urm, well, the thing is Mr Northman, I urm, I may need a little time off” She looked worried as though she thought her words would instantly anger the majestic vampire sat in front of her.
“And what is the nature of such a need??” he asked her
“Well, you see sir, I have, urm gotten myself into a spot of, urm trouble recently” her eyes could not meet his in shame. With his experience of the world he had picked up on this.
“What manner of trouble?? Is it anything I could help with??” He asked curiously
“Urm, no, its urm sort of a, urm personal matter” Her eyes had come to rest on his face to discern his reaction.
“I see, and when is the child to be born??” he asked calmly causing Lola to step back in a moment of horror.
“How did…how could…..”
“I can smell the changes in your body, the hormones change alongside many other things. By my estimation you are no more than 3 months??” He searched her face for his confirmation
“Tha, that’s right, 3 months and 1 week to be exact” her head fell in defeat.
“Well, in that case I suggest you wear flat shoes and less revealing clothing to work and your maternity leave shall be implemented when you reach 4 months. This will allow me time to find a replacement to fill in your hours”
“Thank you Mr Northman, I am very grateful for your
understanding” With this she bowed to her boss and exited the room.
He pulled his phone book from his desk and began to search for his replacement waitress. He had flicked through 5 pages before he had the thought. Surely if the right price was offered she would take the job?? Maybe even take it permanently. This excited him to a point where his fangs pressed against his bottom lip.
“What’s got you all flustered??” he heard Pam’s voice drift in as she sat across from him. How had he not heard her come in, even Pam, as fast as she was did not challenge his senses. He quickly retracted his fangs and composed himself to answer.
“Nothing, I’m simply finding a replacement waitress to cover miss Ward, I’ve granted her maternity leave beginning three weeks from now and I wanted to be fully prepared for her last shift.” he said matter-of-factly.
“I know your fangs would not drop for a child bearing waitress, even one as delectable as our Miss Ward” a glint entered Pam’s eye showing Eric the two girls had been more than friends on some occasion.
“Well as it happens that was not the cause, I was considering who to have for supper. My tastes are pulling me toward Jane tonight” he said trying to sound as honest as possible.
“Jane is a good choice, her blood is to die for, and she’s a good fuck too. I think you’d have fun with her.” Pam said in such a conversational way as if she were discussing the weather or a TV programme she had viewed.
Eric simply smiled in agreement his mind wandering to a completely different place. He wondered how he would approach the waitress, maybe a phone call to the bar where she worked, or a visit to the bar. Maybe he could send someone to ask her. No. He had to go himself, make a proper introduction and offer her the job. Even if she did not accept the offer maybe he could use this as an excuse to get to know her better. He mused a little longer as he watched Pam inspecting her nails under the bright lamp on the desk. She turned her hand this way and that, Eric’s eyes following as though it were the most mesmerising thing in the world, when suddenly her hand fell still.
“Eric, I know this aint no meal plan running through your head, so either you tell me what is or I swear I will make your afterlife very difficult Viking man”
He raised his eyes to meet hers knowing full well how capable of carrying out such a threat she could be. He paused for a moment considering his response knowing he could not lie to his child again.
“There is a waitress I have in mind to fill the position” he answered earnestly.
“And what position would you have her in??” a double meaning to her words
“That of a waitress” he answered too quickly.
Pam eyed him sceptically, knowing that she had hit the nail on the head with her evaluation of her makers behaviour.
“Of course, so you would not mind if I perused the sexual preference of this waitress at all??” she asked knowing the essence of his response.
“As a matter of fact I do” he answered in a sharp tone.
Pam broke into a broad grin and met his eyes, nodded and left the office chortling to herself.
Eric spent the next few minutes planning how he would go to the bar, first of all he would inquire into the owner of the establishment, a simple task that could be quickly carried out. He pulled out his cell and dialled the number faster than the eye could see before lifting it his ear.
“Rich, Can you go down to Merlottes bar in Bon Temp and inquire into the owner there” he paused to listen “No, I just want you to find out who they are and leave the rest to me” another pause “anytime while I’m sleeping will do, and I would hope to hear news from you as soon as I wake. Yes, Thank you” He hung up and threw the phone onto the desk glancing at the time. Nearly closing time for another night. Eric decided to retire early, instructing Pam to close up and take stock before the morning. He went to his room head in the clouds all the way considering how he would ask the girl to work for him.
*****
