𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
❝like a moth to a flame, she always returns to me❞
Dakota Elkins is no stranger to the supernatural with her being a telepath and vampires out of the coffin, but when one winds his way into her cousins...
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THE SURFACE BENEATH HER WAS COMFORTABLE AND WARM. Dakota opened her eyes, blinking away the sleep as she lazily glanced around Fangtasia. The woman pushed herself up from the leather sofa with one arm, expecting to feel stinging in her back, but there was none. The blonde noticed the small specs of dust on the arm rest, senses on high alert. It was almost as if she could hear her own blood pumping through her veins.
Then again, it wasn't just her blood that pumped through her body.
The bar was empty and she wondered what time it was, she had no idea how long she had slept. Glancing down, she noticed the red Fangtasia shirt she was wearing and touched the soft material, feeling bare wearing just her underwear underneath. Her cheeks heated at the thought of Eric having changed her.
Dakota got up from the sofa, the shirt reached her thighs. The green blanket that had been covering her body fell beside her. There was a small mirror beside the bathrooms and she pulled her shirt up to get a glimpse of her back. It was all smooth skin, no claw marks or scars to be seen.
"You're awake."
The blonde jumped and pulled her shirt back down, facing Ginger. The woman smiled brightly at her, wearing a short black skirt and a dark purple top. Ginger held out a plate and said, "I made you a two-top sandwich. Peanut butter and chocolate syrup."
"That's very thoughtful, Ginger." Dakota tried to smile, glancing down at what was supposed to be a sandwich. She was grateful, though, that she had even thought to make anything for her.
"Oh, that's the thing about being with vamps, ain't it?" she grinned. "You always forget to eat. I've lost thirty-seven pounds since I got this job. Way better than fat farm."
Ginger began to clean, grabbing some empty Tru blood bottles. "What time is it?"
"Around nine p.m." she replied. "You slept the whole day. They should wake soon."
"Oh," Dakota placed the plate on the bar top and turned to face her. "Do they make you stay here every day?"
"Well sometimes I just come in for deliveries." Ginger shrugged, throwing the bottles in the trash. "I had a whole load of bottles of Tru blood today, so I started my shift a little early."
"Do you like working here?" she wondered.
"Oh, yes." Ginger smiled brightly. "They're really very nice."
Dakota felt somewhat bad for the woman, she had been glamoured so many times she barely seemed to have much going on in her head. Ginger was kind, though. Dakota couldn't be glamoured just like Sookie. Bill had tried once when Sookie revealed she couldn't.
