Glamoured: Chapter 2

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Eric’s POV

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Eric was sitting behind the bar when Pam returned. “Well? Where is she?”

“Driving home.” Pam shrugged.

“What do you mean, driving home? I told you to bring her to me.” Was she being uncooperative on purpose?

“She wouldn’t come with me. I didn’t want to make a scene.”

Mainstreaming certainly had its drawbacks. A human had never refused him before. What was it about her that was so different?

“I tried to glamour her, but it didn’t work. Just like earlier.” Pam walked behind the bar and popped the lid off a bottle of blood. She grimaced after she swallowed. “Tell me again why we can’t eat our clientele? I’m telling you, we set up a room in the back, where the more adventurous humans can go to watch us feed…or be fed upon. Some of those people would pay big money for that. I know they would. It’s a win-win!”

Pam had been trying to make a case for upgrading the club since the success of their opening night, two weeks ago. Eric was paying the local police enough to keep them away, which Pam suggested would be enough that they wouldn’t need to know about them feeding off their customers.

“How do you suggest we do that?”

Pam clapped her hands together and grinned. “Well, while we’ve got their attention, we ask if anyone is interested. Willing donors are so much more delicious. It’s as easy as that.”

“We’ll try it tomorrow night. Did the blonde say she would be back?” His fangs descended at the thought of seeing her soft neck again.

Pam shook her head. “She works at a place called Merlotte’s in Bon Temps. We could always pay her a visit.”

“We?” Eric was far too selfish to share.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. You could pay her a visit.”

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The next night came and went without seeing the blonde from Bon Temps. He couldn’t keep his mind off of her. After the main event, when he and Pam took a handful of willing humans to the back room, he imagined the woman on his lap was her: her blood in his mouth, her soft body warming his skin, her moan filling his ears.

“I think it’s time to visit Bon Temps.” It was Eric’s waking thought, and the first thing he said to Pam the following night.

“I already asked Chow to work the stage with me tonight.” She winked at him.

Pam knew him too well.

Once he arrived in the small town of Bon Temps, it only took him a few minutes to find Merlotte’s. When he walked into the room, everyone went silent. A slow smile spread across his face when the blonde came out of a back room. She nearly tripped as she turned the corner to pick up two pitchers of beer.

Eric chose a table near the back of the dining area and watched her, waiting for her to come to him.

Slowly, the patrons began speaking again, attempting to mask their interest in him. They failed miserably. She approached the table with a tight smile stretching her beautiful mouth into a hard line.

She pulled a pen off the top of her ear and held a pad of paper in front of her. “What can I get you Eric?” Her skin flushed as she said his name.

A smile played on his lips. She knew his name. “I’ll have a bottle of TruBlood, Miss…” Eric folded his hands on the table. The people closest to his table started whispering.

“Stackhouse. Sookie Stackhouse. I’m sorry, but we don’t stock it. We haven’t had any vampires in these parts yet.”

“A glass of red wine then.” He relaxed back in his chair. Time to turn on the charm. “I was hoping you would join me, Sookie Stackhouse.”

The smile on her face tightened. “We’re short-staffed right now.”

“I can wait.”

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On to Glamoured: Chapter 3