Fangtasia - for Emcee

[onceaviking]

The door leads to Eric's office.
It is small and cramped and crowded, filled with stacks of papers and a few crates stacked up against a wall.
The sounds of the club is filtering through. A deep, pounding bass is the most noticeable, drowning out most of the rest of the music.

He leans over the desk and produces a dark red piece of paper. A ticket. He scrawls something at the bottom and hands it to her.

"You can slip out through the back door here and then you'll just have to walk around the building to get to the entrance."

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets out a high-pitched, breathless cry, digging her heels into the armrests. Her head begins to spin, her hips want to buck but Pam is holding her down. It adds to the buildup starting low in her belly, making its way up her spine, into her limbs, until she can't take it anymore.

And finally, she comes, hard, her body bowing backwards over the desk with a shout of sheer ecstasy.

[onceaviking]

Meanwhile, Eric has taken up his seat on the throne again.

Nobody has any doubts about what just went on. And some of the tourists are clearly somewhat unsettled, telling themselves and each other that the reason the girl didn't return with him must be that they'd planned it that way. It's all an act.
Ha ha.

The vampires know exactly what went down of course. As well as what is going down - quite literally - now.

And while there are strict 'no feeding and preferably no fucking' rules in place, everybody accepts that those rules do not extend to the owners.

Of course.

It's still a nice little show of dominance.

The regulars circle the throne. Hopefully. Like a school of horny fish.

Eric ignores them.


He can feel Pam.
It's nice.

And then, suddenly, there's something else there. The bright spark of human, sexual climax.

He strokes his cheek and drums his fingers on the armrest.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam bites her own tongue and licks Emcee's wounds closed. She then neatly wipes the corners of her mouth with her fingertips, before sheathing her fangs.

"You," she purrs, rising to her feet and leaning over Emcee's slack body, "are delicious."

That's probably the highest compliment Pam ever gives to anybody.

"How're you feelin'?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee has to catch her breath before she can respond.

"Fine, thank you," she sighs deliriously, a dazed smile on her lips.

Her eyes flick down to Pam's ample cleavage. There's a drop of blood on her right breast.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam follows her gaze. And she swipes it up with a fingertip and licks it off. Smirking at her.

"Have a seat, honey, take a few minutes," she says, gesturing to Eric's chair, before walking around the desk. She leaves Emcee's clothes within reach.

"Come back out when you're ready, if you want. I'll let Eric know you're still in one piece."

With that, she heads out the door, closing it behind her.

[i_am_your_host]

Still in one piece.

Oof.

She exhales a breathy chuckle in response, but can say nothing more before Pam is out the door.

Boneless and blissful and still naked, she slides off the desk and curls up in Eric's huge, comfy leather chair.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam emerges into the main room of the bar. It's obvious that the atmosphere has changed. Definitely more electric. Sexually charged.

In other words, lots of horny people hoping to get some of what Eric gave Emcee. And really, there's no way they're getting any of it.

Pam cuts through the crowd and climbs up onstage. This is part of the show, too. Eric's faithful Progeny delivering a message.

She leans down, dramatically, her lips near Eric's ear.

"She was very sweet," she murmurs. "She's just taking a time-out right now."

[onceaviking]

He turns his head a fraction, his lips close to hers.
And breathes in the scents.

"She is," he agrees.
"And you had fun."

It's not a question.
He knows she had fun.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Mmhmm," she replies. "The perfect little pick-me-up. Good idea to bring her along."

She straightens, casually leaning against the back of Eric's throne.

[onceaviking]

"It was," Eric agrees.
He doesn't really do humble.

At all.

Ever.

"If you're still hungry, there's a little number over by the podium you might like," he murmurs, letting his eyes scan the crowd again.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam directs her gaze toward that side of the room and almost instantly sees who he means. A pouty blond who looks as if she ought to be up around that pole instead of just appearing sullen and bored.

"Ooh, you do know my tastes. I'll ask her if she knows how to dance."

There are auditions to look forward to, after all.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee actually drifts off for a few minutes in Eric's chair. She can't help smiling. And still feeling aroused. Maybe it's Eric's blood still having that effect on her; it is more powerful here than in Milliways.

When she does wake up and sets her senses straight, she stretches and wriggles into her underwear. While she slips into her dress, she idly browses the bookshelves. Lots of old volumes written in Swedish, it seems. And Jacques Cousteau? Also, is that a real Viking sword? She could poke through Eric's things all night (heh), but she is in a vampire nightclub in the future. Priorities.

She finds the private bathroom and takes advantage of it, washing the dried blood off her neck and fixing her hair and lipstick. She then leaves the office and heads down the corridor, stepping out into the main room as the thumping music assails her eardrums. As she makes her way to the bar, she notices people staring at her.

She orders a glass of water from the hot bartender with the tattooed arms. Followed by a straight gin.

"Well, hey, there," drawls a voice over her shoulder, and she turns around to find a pale young man standing there, his hair spiked red and green, dressed up in leather and studs. "You look real cute in that dress."

Emcee smiles demurely at him. "Why, thank you--"

And then suddenly he's leaning in very close, his face near her neck. "And you smell real good, too."

Startled, she draws back. Either this guy wasn't here when she first arrived, or he has incredibly huge balls.

[onceaviking]

The tiny space between them widens a little as she moves back - and is suddenly filled up by Eric, looking tall, broad, and fucking unimpressed.

He looks down at the younger vampire.
Then he lifts one eyebrow. Just a little.

Do you feel lucky, punk?
Do you?

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee blinks when suddenly her entire field of vision is taken up by the back of Eric's shoulders.

The younger vampire steps back, eyes wide. He starts to sputter,

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Mr. Northman, I didn't know that you-- that she was-- y'know-- I just didn't-- sorry!"

And he disappears at vampire speed to cower for a bit in some dark corner of the club.

[onceaviking]

Eric turns back to Emcee and the bartender with a tiny smirk.

"And now that's settled, I'm sure Ben here can come up with a couple of interesting cocktails for you to try," Eric says. "And then you can always join Pam and I."

On the dais.

[i_am_your_host]

She has to admit, that was a little bit...hot, what Eric just did there.

Looking up at him, her own eyes wide but with amusement instead of terror, she considers the offer.

"Um. All right. Thank you, I will."

She kind of wants to jump on him again, but she restrains herself.

As she orders a colorfully-named cocktail (True Death), she can still feel everyone's eyes on her, even as the vampires give her a wide berth. The humans tend to hover as close as possible, hoping that by simply being near her, Eric will notice them as well.

[onceaviking]

Eric swaggers back to the dais with the throne, and settles down.

Lounging.

He very pointedly doesn't look at a gaggle of girls that keep circling to the left of the dais.
Occasionally, he does look at Emcee though.

[i_am_your_host]

As Emcee waits for her cocktail, she watches Eric as he returns to his throne, the crowd making way for him as he passes. She also watches his ass in those jeans.

"Excuse me," says an eager, inquisitive voice.

A girl with bleach-blond hair and dark eye makeup sidles up next to her at the bar.

"What's he like? Eric Northman, I mean."

Emcee beams at her, leaning in as if to impart something confidential.

"I'll give you one word, my dear: thrilling."

Ben finishes up her cocktail and slides it over. She takes it with a danke and a smile, and she turns and heads for the dais, adding more swing in her hips as she approaches.

[onceaviking]

He likes the swing.
Enough to follow her hips with his eyes as she approaches, sliding his eyes up to her face when she reaches the edge of the platform.

He pats the armrest.

[i_am_your_host]

With a demure nod and smile at him, and then at Pam, she comes forward at his invitation. She perches on the throne's armrest, making sure that her hip leans against him a little as she settles down. The hem of her dress rides up as she crosses her legs at the knees. Taking a dainty sip of her drink, she is effortlessly playing up the role of Eric's choice of arm candy for the night.

[onceaviking]

He knew she would.

He lets the fingers of one hand play with the fringe on her dress but apart from that he pays her little attention for the next ten or fifteen minutes.

Looking at the crowd.
Taking a phone call (vampire hearing is handy).

Occasionally, his fingers brush against her thigh. Lightly.

[i_am_your_host]

As Emcee sips her drink, there is a lot to keep her attention even if Eric is doing his part to play the cool, stoic Viking vampire god. Despite the little touches.

There are the dancers, clad in bits of leather and not much else, except perhaps tattoos. The vampire dancers are especially entrancing. They move in ways she's never seen before and couldn't begin to describe.

There are the patrons. Just as in the Kit Kat Klub, she can spot who are the regulars and who are the first-timers just by their body language. She sees the ones keeping to their seats and nursing drinks, casting about a hopeful gaze in case someone might ask them to dance. She sees the ones who pair up almost immediately with someone to move intimately with one another to the music. She sees the ones who simply look out of place, watching everything with a mix of fascination and horror. (They'll still buy overpriced drinks and a postcard.)

Pam eventually comes around to Emcee's side, just to stroke her cheek and her hair with cool fingers. Emcee tilts her head against her touch like a pet cat, before Pam leaves them to check on the door.

[onceaviking]

As Pam leaves, a group of late comers spill into the room.
Fangbanger wannabees.
Loud, drunk fangbanger wannabees.

They end up at the bar, audible even over the music. Voices high-pitched and eager.

And the vamps begin to circle.

A complicated game of claims and counterclaims is played out with small movements of heads and fingers, meaningful looks, and in a single case - bared fangs.

And the humans are oblivious.

You have an excellent view of the goings on from the throne though. Eric strokes Emcee's thigh with his palm this time, as he keeps an eye on the proceedings.

The first vampire approaches and addresses the most attractive of the potential fangbangers.
She almost faints with excitement.
The others likely hate her.

After a little while, they move onto the dance floor.

And the next vampire moves in.

Eric's hand lightly strokes a little further up the inside of Emcee's thigh.

[i_am_your_host]

Annnnd there are the fangbangers.

As Emcee watches the events unfold with great interest, she also notices Eric's focus. And his more direct touch. She shifts her leg closer.

She thinks she knows what's happening, but she's never seen vampires act in groups before.

"What are they doing?" she murmurs near Eric's ear, her gaze still turned toward the crowd.

Pam, in the meantime, makes her way across the room, also keeping an eye on everyone. Especially the vampires who might get a little overeager.

[onceaviking]

"They're dividing them up," he tells her in a low tone.
"And to do that, they had to establish a hierarchy first. They're not nest mates. Had they been they already would have known who could go first."

He's seen that Pam is on it. But he still watches them.
Their profit margin really can't take another hit right now, so everybody had better fucking behave.