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 steps inside and looks around, wide-eyed. It might be a small office, but she notices the bookshelves behind the desk and almost every inch of the walls are covered with framed pictures.

That noise, though...is that supposed to be music?

She takes the red ticket and examines it with a nod.

"All right, I can do that. Where's Pam, by the way?"

[onceaviking]

"She's at the door. She hates that," he tells her, letting his hand slide down her back.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh. Well, perhaps I can cheer her up."

She looks up at him with a sly grin, leaning into him slightly at his touch. (He really is touchy-feely tonight. She's not complaining.)

"Right, then. Where's the back door?"

[onceaviking]

It's always different with women.

He gives a small pat on the ass.
"You just might," he says, as he opens the door again.
This time it leads into a narrow hallway.

"It's the door at the end. Turn left when you get outside. And mind the gravel."

The music is even louder now.

[i_am_your_host]

Eric patted her ass! Oh, she likes being a woman around him.

When he opens the door, the thumping noise slams her in the face. And she's not even in the main room of the club yet.

Heeding his directions, she makes off quickly and unseen, the red ticket held firmly in hand.

[onceaviking]

The air outside is hot and humid.
Welcome to Louisiana.

There's a small line in front of the entrance. The red neon sign above the door make everyone look slightly otherworldly, even the ones who are definitely not.

Club kids, goths, tourists. A single, female vampire with tight curls and a bored look at her face.

And at the door, Pam.

[i_am_your_host]

It's like walking into soup. Emcee has never felt humidity like this before, and she's at once eager to get back inside where it's cool.

She makes her way across the parking lot to join the end of the line, taking in how everyone is dressed. Heavy makeup, leather and spikes, fishnets and tattoos. And tourists. You can always spot the tourists.

Soon enough, it's her turn to be let in. She hands the red ticket over to Pam, giving her an expectant smile.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam has been working the door for the past twenty minutes and she already needs a break. Checking IDs is hard work, especially in five-inch heels.

Goth, club kid, club Kid, goth, tourist, baby vamp, baby vamp--

Hello.

Pam turns the red ticket over in her fingers and looks at the woman who doesn't fit any of the regulars here. Yet she seems awfully familiar. At least, she smells familiar.

"Do I know you?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's red-lipped smile widens.

"You might not recognize me, Fraulein de Beaufort," she replies in her telltale Berliner accent, "but you do know me."

[onceaviking]

Meanwhile, Eric has made his way back into the club itself and taken up his seat on the throne.
Lounging.

It's looking up to be a good night. The crowd partex in front of him with just the right mix of desire and fear and judging from the looks of it, there are no pressing vampire matters to be dealt with.

And there's the guest of course.

He smiles a little to himself.

[lazy_but_loyal]

The little German.

Eric had told her about the bar's magic letting people switch genders. Resulting in this little flapper chick.

Suddenly Pam isn't so grumpy anymore.

She steps aside.

"Well, now. Go right in. Have a drink at the bar and I'll join you in a sec."

[i_am_your_host]

"Danke."

As Emcee passes her, there's an extra swing in her hips that makes the fringes on her dress swish just for her. She glances over her bare shoulder at Pam before slipping through the door.

And that's when the music hits her eardrums. Deep, heavy, pulsating, loud. However, it won't deter her from looking as if she belongs here, walking in with her head high and shoulders back, her expression not even betraying the awe and curiosity of a wide-eyed tourist.

After all, she is Eric Northman's guest.

At the bar, she orders a straight gin from the bartender with tattooed arms. She isn't sure if he's a vampire or not, but she thinks he's pretty hot.

There are actually a lot of attractive people here. Oh, dear.

But then, they all sort of fade into the background when she turns around and sees Eric on his throne.

[onceaviking]

As it turns out there was a bit of vampire business to take care of after all.

A newcomer has shown up to declare his presence and Eric is listening to him with a bored expression.

Finally he is done (brevity is sorely lacking these days) and Eric gives him a curt nod and looks around the room.

Ah. There.

He lifts one hand and beckons with two fingers, and suddenly Emcee becomes the center of everyone's attention.
Human and vampire.

[lazy_but_loyal]

With the line taken care of, Pam wanders back inside. She watches Emcee from a distance for a moment. Listening to her. Her heart beats like an excited rabbit's, but she's surprisingly composed. No gawking or anything. Not even at the half-naked dancers with moves that clearly aren't human.

She then sees Eric beckon to her. And she smiles. Like a predator.

She appears by Emcee's side.

"Go on, honey," she murmurs.

[i_am_your_host]

The seemingly unobtrusive little come here gesture attracts the attention of the entire club. And somehow, Emcee can feel its pull like a magnet. Approaching is not an option; it's an order.

She turns her head when Pam murmurs in her ear over the music. It seems as though Pam is enjoying this as well. And she returns the smile, knowing that someone else is in on it.

Looking back across the room, she finishes her drink and sets the glass down. Then, as she begins to walk toward the stage, the crowd...parts. People step back, giving her room. She can't help feeling a little smug at that. She holds her head higher, confidence in the bold swing of her hips. Making a show of herself.

She's known people who look sexy just sitting down. Eric? Tops the list.

She mounts the steps onto the stage with ease and grace, her dark-eyed gaze focused solely on him.

"Herr Northman," she purrs. She doesn't have to raise her voice over the music.

[onceaviking]

"Don't you look lovely tonight," Eric greets her, a tiny smile on his lips.

"I believe we discussed the various ways of draping you before we left the bar. Care to experiment?"

She'll be on display here.

That's sort of the whole point of the throne.

And it rarely happens that Eric invites people up. A few of the regulars might remember when he asked Bill Compton and his little waitress to join him up there. It seems like ages ago, even though it really isn't.

He can feel Pam too.
Looking.

Just like everyone else here.

[i_am_your_host]

The compliment and tiny smile turn Emcee's knees to jelly. Eric (and no doubt any nearby vampires) will smell her blush.

She can feel everyone's eyes on her. But she was a born entertainer, made for the spotlight and the attention. The situation may be entirely different from what she's used to, but the attention is still the same.

Stepping up to Eric, she stands between his knees. Even though she stands over him, it's clear who's in charge here.

Bracing herself on his shoulders, she eases herself onto his lap with slow, serpentine grace, draping her shapely legs over the armrest. The hem of her dress rides high up her thighs as she settles in comfortably against his body.

She brings her lips to his ear.

"How's this, darling?"

[onceaviking]

"Very - decorative," he murmurs, letting the fingers of one hand ghost from the hem of her dress and all the way, skimming the curves of her breasts, and settling beneath her chin.
Tipping it back, just a little.

"Even better," he whispers, letting his lips, briefly, touch the hot skin below her ear.


The vampire crowd is enraptured. And he is skirting at least three Louisiana laws.

[i_am_your_host]

She doesn't have to act. Her sighs are real when he touches her, and she squirms with arousal against his body. Out of deference in public she doesn't touch him, only letting one hand rest on his chest. She tips her head back, baring her throat to him, and him only, as the other vampires watch with hunger, and the humans with envy.

[onceaviking]

And he leans in to let his cold lips move down that warm, inviting throat.
Feeling the blood thunder beneath the thin, fragile skin.

Sliding his hands into her cropped hair.

Letting his fangs down.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam is enraptured as well, but she has a job to do, making sure that nobody rushes the stage during the display.

But then Eric lets his fangs down. And she hopes it's still just part of the display, because she does not want to deal with the authorities if he bites Emcee in public. He's already pushing it as it is.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyelids flutter closed when Eric skims his lips down her throat.

And she gasps when his fangs come down, her body tensing. Her heart pounds with excitement, almost in perfect rhythm with the loud music. (That must be why they chose it.)

Her fingertips press against his chest in anticipation, her toes curl in her shoes. Whether or not he bites her now, he'll still know that she wants him.

[onceaviking]

He knows.

Oh, but he knows.

And he wants.
Wants.

But he retracts his fangs again - and kisses her throat instead. And then he shifts his hold a little and gets to his feet in one, fluid motion, lifting her.

Holding her.

He does not look at the crowd. He doesn't have to.

[i_am_your_host]

She exhales a strained moan at his kiss to her throat, an unbearable tease, but she craves it all the same.

And when he stands, holding her so effortlessly in his arms, it takes her breath away.

Also, the view from up here is wonderful.

She slides her bare arms around Eric's neck. Just to emphasize that she is his tonight.

[onceaviking]

And then he does let his gaze sweep the room.
Just once.

Just making sure that everyone is paying attention.

"Let's relocate for the rest of this," he murmurs in her ear, his breath cool against her flushed skin.

And then he carries her, through the crowd, past the bar, headed for the door to the corridor leading to his office.