AN.: Hey everyone, just started writing this, hope y'all like it. This is not my first fanfic, but it is my first True Blood fanfic, so please, tell me what you think of what I have so far :) And... oh, there's not gonna be much of Chow in here, he's strangely annoying, and Bill bothers me to no end, so don't expect to see much of him either. Sookie is cool though, so she'll appear :D If you have any tips, feel free to post them as a review. Review = Love :D xoxox Christine

Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood, or any of it's characters, even though I'd wish in some cases *cough* Eric *cough* Alcide *cough* (Sorry 'bout that, I'm currently at home with a bad case of the flu, so that explains the coughing xD ) Anyhoo, where was I? Oh yeah, I do however own Victoria and all future characters made up by me ;P And the storyline, of course :)

Btw, this is set some time after the season 3 finale, but I'm not sure how much time there's between what's happening in this story and the actual story. As soon as I figure it out I'll fill y'all in xD

AND... No hate towards wrong translations! I used a couple of languages in this chapter that I do not personally speak (Swedish, Spanish and Italian), so the translations will probably be crappy as hell, but I don't care, it's the thought that counts, so just suck it up... hehe... pun intended of course xD And, just FYI, I know for a fact that the German and Dutch translations are without wrong words, since those are the two languages I've been brought up in xD Anyhoo, translations you'll find at the end of the chapter. I think this has been enough of my rambling :)

Read & enjoy, I hope :D

Okay, I admit I got curious. After hearing so much talk about this, who wouldn't? But I hadn't expected myself to actually check it out. Still, here I am, standing in line to enter Fangtasia, clutching the infamous flyer in my hand. As the line kept moving I started getting more nervous. Am I really desperate enough to get a job at a Vampire bar? At that moment the last person in front of me moved aside. Guess there's no turning back now. A dark blond female Vampire in a classy black dress and pink high heels was checking the ID's.

"ID, please," she said without looking up, her voice bored. I quickly handed it to her, hoping that she would overlook my age.

"You're not…" she started whilst looking up.

"I know I'm not old enough to get in ma'am, but I'm here for the job offer." I quickly interrupted her, brushing my raven hair out of my face. Let's hope she doesn't send me away. Her eyes gave me a once-over, looking more approving with each inch of my body.

"Chow, take over," she commanded a rather chubby, Asian-looking Vampire, who immediately moved to take over. "You, Victoria," she said, winking me over, "follow me." She turned on her heels and swiftly walked into the club. I did my best to keep up with her. Maybe I should've chosen other shoes. Not that I don't love these 5 inch black studded pumps, it's just hard to keep up with a Vamp in these. The Vampire seemed to notice I was getting behind and slowed her pace, waiting for me to catch up.

"I'm Pam," she informed me when I did, her voice barely carrying over the pulsing music. I nodded in acknowledgement.

"If my Master decides to hire you, you'll be working there," Pam motioned towards the bar when we reached a door in the back of the club. "But I have no doubt he will," she continued, smirking suggestively. "You smell quite… intoxicating," she closed in on me, shutting the door behind us. Having her in such close proximity made me feel uneasy. We were now in a small hallway with several doors to the sides. Pam, however, lead the way to the door at the end of the hallway. She opened it after a quick knock and motioned for me to follow her.

"Du kommer att gilla denna kandidat, Eric." Pam said in a Scandinavian language I could not understand.

"Du verkar väldigt säker, älskling," the addressed Vampire responded. I looked in his direction and was pleasantly surprised. He had blond hair, combed into a slightly stuck up do, blue eyes that shone and even seemed tall when sitting. He wore dark wash jeans and a black tank top that showed off his muscles. There was only one word to describe him: drop-dead gorgeous. The only thing that was – by lack for a better word – off about the whole picture was the smug smirk that was plastered on his lips. At that moment I decided I would never ever let him get what he wanted from me, at least not without a fight.

"So, you want to apply for the bartending job, am I right?" he asked me, looking at me intently.

"You are, sir," I responded, staring back, my boldness bringing an amused look in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Victoria Williams." I answered him. He nodded.

"Have a seat, Miss Williams," he gestured towards a chair in front of his desk. "Pam, leave us."

"As you wish, Master." Pam quickly left the room.

"Why did you come to apply here at Fangtasia?" The Vampire asked me while I sat down. Well, let's see, I wanted to see which arrogant bastard could possibly deny more than a hundred applicants, Vampire and Human alike. Besides, if I don't start making some money soon I'll be thrown out of my apartment.

"I need a job to pay my rent." Better not tell him all of what I was thinking.

"Are you sure?" he asked me, his gaze intensifying even more, making me feel a tad uncomfortable.

"Yes, of course I am," I responded, my voice slightly wavering. There was a small change in his expression, amusement making place for curiosity.

"How old are you, Miss Williams?"

"Nineteen, twenty in two months."

"Isn't that a bit young to be bartending?" His left eyebrow raising in wonder.

"Maybe, but I have three years of experience, I know what I'm doing when it comes to serving drinks," I countered, having found my courage again.

"Have you now?" His smirk appeared again. I curtly nodded in response.

"How many languages do you speak?" I raised my eyebrows, what a strange question. Why would I need to speak any other languages besides English while bartending? Then again, I'm covered on this part anyway. The Vampire seemed to notice my confusion.

"This bar is often visited by foreign Vampires, you will at least need to be fluent in Spanish and German in addition to English."

"Besides English I speak Spanish, German, Dutch and Italian fluently," I told him, pride clearly audible in my voice.

"Prove it." He almost commanded.

"Para alguien que quiera contratar a un camarero que eres muy grosero!" I snapped at him. His arrogance was really getting on my nerves. His reaction, however, was not what I expected at all.

"Ninguna lengua expresa furia, así como el español," his booming laugh filled the room.

"Basta italiano. Probablimente potrei chiamare una decina di nomi prima di poter ciglio!" My irritation started to become laced with my voice.

"E Dio sa che mi piacerebbe vederti provare," his smirk grew. He was absolutely taunting me.

"Glauben Sie wirklich das ich mich so irritieren lass wenn ich nicht mal Ihren Name kenne?" Switching to German brought back some memories, ones I did NOT want to be reminded of. The worst thing was that the Vampire noticed the change in my attitude.

"Ich hätte mich vorstellen müssen. Meiner Name ist Eric Northman," he surprised me by actually answering me. In my surprise I faced him again, and his eyes now held an emotion that resembled pity, if he was even capable of such. I nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hoe heb ik deze test doorstaan?" My question followed just a second too late, making the whole situation slightly awkward.

"Je resultaat is zeer interessant." Eric's smirk appeared again. Apparently he can't keep it off his face for longer than a minute.

"Does that mean I'm hired?" Hello boldness, welcome back! Eric looked at me skeptically.

"You have experience serving TruBlood?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, the bar where I used to work was one of the first to serve it when you guys came out." Eric nodded, his eyes slowly wandering down my body. I couldn't keep the blood from rising to my cheeks. I'm glad that I choose a sophisticated purple dress, not some slutty little nothing. Then I heard a loud 'cling' and I saw Eric's fangs had popped out.

"I suggest you stop blushing." He snapped harshly, making me wonder if my blood really smelled that good. I quickly calmed myself down, taking his advice. The silence was broken by the sound of Eric's fangs retracting. I looked at him expectantly. His blue eyes captured my gaze, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Be here tomorrow, eight o'clock." Eric's voice was just as emotionless as his eyes.

"Okay," I said, getting up.

"Until then, Victoria," he said, his smirk taunting me once again.

"Eric," I nodded curtly before turning around and gracefully walking out of his office. When I reached the door to the club I took a deep breath. If I walk fast enough I can get out of here without really being noticed. I opened the door, stepping into the club. The sensual, pulsing music filled my ears as I walked towards the exit as fast as I could.

"Where're you going, baby?" A cold hand curled around my arm in an iron grip. I quickly spun around to see a greasy looking Vampire hold on to me. His fangs were out and he looked at me lustfully.

"I'm going home, so if you don't mind, I'd like my arm back," I snapped back at him. I don't want to use them, I don't want to use them, unless I absolutely need to.

"No need to be rude, missy! You're gonna take me along to your home, have hot sex with me, let me feed on you and you won't remember a thing in the morning," The Vampire said, his gaze intensifying.

"What the hell? Let go of me you freak!" I kept my voice low, but tried to put as much hatred in it as possible. He looked at me bewildered, but quickly composed himself.

"You'll come with me. Now." He stated while starting to drag me along. Okay, this is that moment when using them becomes absolutely necessary. I concentrated my gaze on the hand of the Vampire and started sending heat rays that way. He almost immediately let go of my arm, shocked, yelping in pain because I'd just burnt his hand. I quickly took a few steps backwards, only to bump into three other Vampires who were watching the scene. But before they did anything they stepped away from me, making way for Eric. He was flanked by Pam and Chow.

"This Human is not to be harmed," Eric sounded territorial. "She is Fangtasia's new bartender and MY claim." What the hell does that mean? I'm not his, nor will I ever be, if I can help it. The Vampire who'd tried to take me fell down on his knees in front of Eric.

"I'm so sorry, Sheriff! She just smelled so good, and she didn't have any bite marks, so I just assumed…" By this time we had an audience, the fang bangers and Human tourists watching out of fear, the Vampires out of desire to see a good fight.

"You are NOT welcome here anymore. I suggest you leave my Area before I change my mind and decide to punish you for your felony!" Eric raised his voice as he towered over the Vampire. When he was standing like that he seemed to be a good 6 feet 5, an astounding length for anyone besides NBA players. The Vampire scrambled to his feet and was out of the club in no time, using his Vampire speed. Then Eric turned to me.

"Let me escort you to your car, Miss Williams," he said, placing his hand on my back and gently pushing me in the direction of the exit. Once we were outside and, no doubt, out of hearing distance, he turned me to face him, his hands resting on my shoulders.

"Are you hurt?" His eyes showed the slightest hint of concern.

"No, I'm just a bit shaken. It's not like this hasn't happen to me before, anyway," I answered him, moving out of his grip and walking towards my car.

"How did you get him to let go of you?" Dangerous move, Eric. I can't risk you finding out what I can do.

"I don't know, he just … did." I'm really not that good of a liar, I should work on that. I unlocked my car and got in.

"Nice ride," Eric commented on my shining black '67 Chevy Impala as he leaned in through my open driver's seat window.

"Thanks." I responded, starting the car.

"I don't believe he just let you go, he yelped too loud for that," he said, his eyes shining mischievously.

"Well, too bad, 'cause I ain't gonna elaborate on it," I told him, shifting to first gear.

"I will find out." Eric stated while I started driving away.

"Sure you will. See you tomorrow, Eric," I chuckled humorlessly, knowing he will not stop until he's discovered what he wants. I drove out of Fangtasia's parking lot and made my way towards my apartment in downtown Shreveport, unaware of the conversation taking place on that same parking lot just seconds after I left.

"What's so special about her, Eric?" Pam was surprised to see her Maker stare after the girl's car. "Accept for her smell… she does smell delicious. I can't wait to taste her," she snickered.

"Glad you find this amusing, älskling." Eric answered her, slowly turning to meet her gaze. "But I doubt she plays for your team."

"How can you be so sure about that?"

"Eftersom jag," he answered her darkly. "Hon kan inte Glamoured, Pam."

"What do you mean, 'she can't be Glamoured', Eric?" Pam was sincerely surprised now.

"I tried and failed, and I'm pretty sure that that Vampire we kicked out tried and failed too." Eric's expression was thoughtful.

"What is she?"

"I don't know, but I'll find out." Eric said, turning back to the road. "Alla kommer att avslöjas I god tid, mitt Barn." Pam nodded and went inside, leaving her Maker to his thoughts. Eric was only sure about one thing. Victoria Williams had definitely spiked his curiosity.

Translations:

Du kommer att gilla denna kandidat, Eric. - You're gonna like this candidate, Eric.

Du verkar väldigt säker, älskling. - You seem awfully sure, dear.

Para alguien que quiera contratar a un camarero que eres muy grosero! - For someone wanting to hire a bartender you're very rude!

Ninguna lengua expresa furia, así como el español. - No language expresses fury as well as Spanish.

Basta italiano. Probablimente potrei chiamare una decina di nomi prima di poter ciglio! - Italian suffices as well. I could probably call you a dozen names before you can even blink!

E Dio sa che mi piacerebbe vederti provare. - And God knows I'd love to see you try.

Glauben Sie wirklich das ich mich so irritieren lass wenn ich nicht mal Ihren Name kenne? - Do you really think I'll let you irritate me like this when I don't even know your name!

Ich hätte mich vorstellen müssen. Meiner Name ist Eric Northman. - I should've introduced myself. My name is Eric Northman.

Hoe heb ik deze test doorstaan? - How did I do, did I pass this test?

Je resultaat is zeer interessant. - Your result is very interesting.

Älskling. - Dear.

Eftersom jag. - Because I am.

Hon kan inte Glamoured, Pam. - She can't be Glamoured, Pam.

Alla kommer att avslöjas I god tid, mitt Barn. - All will be revealed in due time, my Child.

I hope y'all liked it, let me know :) I don't know when I'll post again, school's crazy at the moment, but I'll try to within 3 weeks :)