I had a bug up my butt, this one was sitting on the backburner for a min. My brain is fried from Dead Clerks, this is something a little different.
The characters belong to Charlaine Harris & Alan Ball. Of course the character Tara, is the TB version. I think this story would be considered an AU with OC. I thought I would take these wonderful characters, to another “venue”. Hope you like it. Oh yeah. Rated M for later chapters for explicit language, and maybe some nookie. Sorry this chapter wasn't beta'd. Will accept constructive criticism, reviews highly welcomed. Will only make me a better writer.
Fangtasia was closed for the night, but you couldn't tell from all the screaming and yelling.
“You are the most insufferable arrogant asshole I've ever met.” a young female voice shrieked.
“You lover are the most infuriating she-devil, I've ever encountered. You could drive a nun to have a threesome.” the thunderous male retorted.
Out on the empty main floor was three ladies who were looking forward to their ladies night out. After all it was Pam's off day. They were dressed to kill. Tara was wearing a fuchsia iridescent tank with matching mini skirt which flared out. Amelia was wearing a black denim skirt with white t-shirt, and matching denim jacket. Pam, Eric's 2nd in command, actually dressed down, as much as she was willing to. Crème colored silk blouse, with black dress slacks which flared.
“I just wish they will fuck each other and get it over with” Pam said dryly, running her fingers through her perfectly coiffed blond hair.
Tara and Amelia nodded in agreement.
“I've known Sookie, ever since we were little, she was pig-headed then, and even more pig-headed now” Tara replied.
Tara and Amelia jumped, Pam just rolled her eyes.
“Either he cleared everything off his desk, and they are screwing or...” Pam ascertaining
More yelling ensued from the office.
“No such luck.” Pam replied droly.
“It's Eric's fault, if he didn't duck and hide.” Amelia chimed in.
“That so was not the case my sweet Amelia.” Pam stated in defense of her master.
“He repeatedly tried to contact her...it was she who ducks and hide, as you out it.” Pam continued, “He had to entertain the new King and his entourage. He did not want to draw unnecessary attention to Sookie”
“Well all I know is the real blame is on Vampire Bill, that son-of-a-bitch, don't get me to start cursing”
Tara said vehemently then continued, “If he didn't deceive her. I mean took her viriginty based on a lie, which you know is the reason Sookie is having major trust issues.”
“I agree. I knew as soon as Bill” Pam arched an eyebrow, “Walked in with Miss Sookie Stackhouse, something was off. Then the second time she was here for that whole Longshadow debacle, Master did not take real pleasure feeding from Ginger, after they departed.”
Amelia looked at her watch,
“How much more longer are they going to be. I really wanted a girls night out and blow off some steam.” Amelia huffs a little.
“You and Tray had a fight?” Tara asked.
“Yeah, it's not my fault, he missed the football game.” Amelia pouts a little, while drumming her fingers on the table.
“Amelia dear you blew up the shifter's TV on a Monday night football night. Even I know better than that and I am a vampire.” Pam chuckles.
Sighing Pam said,
“I grow weary of this, I'm going in.”
“I'm coming too.” Tara said with a bit of fierceness in her tone.
“I'll stay out here. My mama didn't raise no fool.” Amelia shrinking down in the booth.
Pam and Tara turned looking at Amelia,
“Chicken Shit!” they said in unison.
As they approached the office door, it got louder. Pam knocked, waited for the roar then on que,
“WHAT!!!” Eric bellowed.
Pam and Tara poked their heads through almost stumbling over one another.
Sookie sat on the sofa arms crossed, angry tears falling from her face which was red from being very pissed off. Tara put her arms around her for support and to protect her dear friend.
“Master...” Eric snapped his icy blue eyes at his child, not saying a word, yet his ire and rage was evident on his face.
“It's time for us to go..” before Pam could complete the sentence, Eric cut her off.
“I'm not finished with Sookie.” then he returns his icy blues back on the pretty blond lady. Tara interjects,
“Well, maybe she's tired of talking to you Northman.”
Eric rose to his 6'4 stature, used his muscular arms to prop himself on his desk as he leans over pinning Tara with his glare.
“Excuse me?” asking softly with a hint of intimidation, a dangerous glint in his eye.
Tara stares him down,
“Sookie and the other girls have plans this evening. Whatever you need to talk to her about can keep till tomorrow night, because as you can see she is in no condition to deal with you now.”
Eric plopped back down in his chair resigning himself from the situation. Then nodded to Pam. Right before they headed out the door. Sookie turned around and gave Eric the middle finger and slammed the door behind us. Then they heard a roar from a highly ticked off 1000+ year old Viking. They got the fuck out of dodge.