Fangtasia

Back to the bar

So here I was, sat in the same office I had been almost 24 hours previously. My jaw had started hurting because I'd had it clenched for so long. All through the first conversation with Grace and Pam, all through being 'given' my outfit and all through the car drive to Fangtasia.

The three of us, Pam, Grace and myself, were all sat in the office now. The couple sat closely together on the leather couch and I was sat on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs in front of the big desk. It looked how I remembered except for a neat-ish pile of papers sat directly in front of me.

I shivered.

As if he had been waiting for that feeling to tingle down my spine, Eric entered the office behind me, walked round the desk and sat down. Pam stood up as if to attention, Grace remained sat as did I although this was out of my stubborn need to be obnoxious and awkward, rather than to follow Grace's lead.

Eric scanned the three of us. Pam sat down after some invisible signal to do so. His gaze lingered on Grace before flicking to me. He looked me up and down and then settled on my eyes.

Being scared of him had obviously tainted my memory because he looked even more gorgeous than I remembered. I had to consciously keep my eyes locked with his, otherwise he would notice that they slid lower, looking at his shoulders, or his pecs being hugged by the black wife beater he was wearing.

God damn it! And I knew that he had seen my wandering attention as he had that smug look on his face. I lifted my chin and looked at the wall. I tried to tell myself it didn't make me look stupid, but I knew it did. God damn vampire.

"Pamela," his deep voice rumbled, "tell me, have you finally learned to share?"

Pam's little laugh was joined by Grace's, which surprised me even more than his words did. Although his hungry look did give me a jolt of adrenalin.

"I'm dropping off a little helper for you actually." I saw Pam's hand slip onto Grace's knee "I haven't finished with this one quite yet."

He sat back in his leather chair and brought his hands behind his head "Jag har inget behov av hennes". I had no idea what language he was talking in but whatever it was was about me. Or maybe I was being paranoid...

"Hon behov," Pam paused and smirked, "ockuperar. Hon kunde vara ett mellanmål förrän senare. Hon kan vara ovillig men det är inget som en glamour inte kunde fixa." A flick of her hair and a more chilling smile at me seemed to confirm my suspicions.

I swear I wouldn't have said anything except for the look on his face. He was the most animated I had seen him, apart from just before he glamoured me, and the slight head inclination my way left me in no doubt that he was disgusted with me. "I'm sat right here you know. Whatever it is you can just say it to my face." I smiled, trying to make it a mirror of Pam's sickly sweet one "There's nothing you can say that would make me think any less of you."

"Alex," I think Grace was going to say something else but Pam probably stopped her from continuing.

Eric glanced between the three of us and again, settled on me with a distinctly bored look "I have no need for a human," he raised an eyebrow at me "unless you can dance?"

My mouth hung open at what he had said, he wanted me to be a sleazy dancer in his fucking bar? Luckily Grace spoke up before I could articulate all the things I wanted to say to him.

"Mr Northman, please may I speak?"

Everyone's attention went to Grace who was now stood up, her hands held behind her back and who's pose was the perfect balance between submissive and business. She stepped forward, I assumed at some kind of go ahead from Eric.