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FOLLOW YOUR INSTINCTS
Welcome! Have you ever wondered what your favorite supernatural TV fandoms would look like if they were all literally interconnected? If Damon from Vampire Diaries heard about Sunnydale becoming a crater? What if 'fighting for vampire rights' in True Blood mattered in the world of Supernatural? Want to find out how your favorite characters will react in a world like this? Join in and don't forget to follow your instincts!
Canons: True Blood, Being Human (BBC), Vampire Diaries, Buffy & Angel, & Supernatural.
That is what the ghost had told her. She would find the person at the vampire bar on the south side of the city. Fangtasia. She had heard about it back when she was living in the country hick town of Bon Temps. It had been the only known place to have fun, but after listening more by locals and ghosts, she came to find out it was a place where humans go to find a vampire to have a night high on blood known is V or even worse sexuality which would forever label them as a 'fang banger' in society. LeAnn had the knowledge about this to know what she was getting into in Bon Temps and now here. A vampire bar was hard to find, you just had to know where to look or in this case plug the address on the GPS. She had never been to a vampire bar until now. She had been planning on going to the one in Shreveport to see why everyone had a problem with it and the people there, but the war came before she had the chance. Her hands gripped the wheel of her car as she turned onto the a major road which was clogged by unmoving traffic. Urgh. New York. The worse place to live in her book. Where roads are clogged and where rudeness was a daily occurrence. People would were born and raised here hated the laid back southerners from the south. It was obviously still that unforgettable Civil War pride, they still took themselves with pride for winning, but they obviously didn't here that the South will raise again and hopefully it will.
'Why are you not there? we're going to miss him.' a voice spoke making her jump turning her head to the passenger's seat seeing the spirit of a young woman there. If there was one thing she hated. It was those unexpected surprises, especially the drop in kind. LeAnn looked at the girl then back out to the sudden stand still, "I know, but hopefully he will still be there." she replied softly before hearing a sarcastic remark from the spirit next to her. She had dealt with spirits like this since she was little. So she had learn to deal with it. Once the traffic started to move. LeAnn pressed her car towards the route on the GPS and after about an hour, she came to Fangtasia. This was it. The place that she was told to go to. LeAnn pulled into the parking lot and found a space large enough to fit her car into. Getting out of her, she looked at the spirit and made her way to the entrance. Dress in nice out on the town attire, she walked with spirit who was unseen by everyone else, through the groups of people that were just hanging around right outside the door. As she stood inline she could see beyond the door the black and red room beyond wear everyone wore black like goths in the schools did.
'Find a table somewhere out of the way and then we can talk.' with that the spirit vanished as a woman in pink with heavy makeup asked for her id which she gladly allowed her to see. Once she was allowed in. She was dumb struck at the place. Heavy rock music, that she didn't prefer listening too filled the room, although the yells, screams, and what not voices in the room made it difficult to even listen to the room. LeAnn moved about until she found a open booth in a back corner away from the noise. She glanced at her silver bracelet, various child like charms clung together in a group. Olivia had bought this for her, not long along, so she wore it on her left wrist wherever she went. With her green eyes she surveyed the room cautiously seeing people dance, mingle, even the mere starters of sexual encounter. She quickly adverted her eyes in motion of respect. 'He is the one near the dancer on far stage.' the ghost spoke up again. LeAnn looked that way, there was a guy dressed in some black biker attire, arm slung around another woman hanging out at the stage that had a vampire dancer on the pole.
"Do you think that he has information about where your mother is?" she whispered turning her attention back to her right still cautiously looking at the man again. 'He should know. He was the only person that she was close friends with.' the girl replied. LeAnn hated that the poor girl was trying to locate her mother to give her some peace. That was what her ability was about. It was like the real life of Melinda Gordon from Ghost Whisperer, just more dangerous then the show appeared to be. 'Someone is looking at you LeAnn. That man on the stage.' LeAnn furrowed her eyebrows for a moment at the girl not knowing what she meant, until she glanced up to the main stage and there was a man, quite handsome to say the least, was sitting in the middle chair, looking straight at her. LeAnn felt her blood run cold and she no longer heard the voice of the girl next to her which meant she had vanished leaving her by herself to figure things out.
The night started out just like any other for Eric Northman, only tonight was one of those rare nights where he didn't have to go anywhere. For the moment everything that Eric was involved in, in one manner or another, was running rather smoothly for a change. There were no missed calls on his cell; there was no certain blonde haired damsel in distress or any other kind of damsel that needed his attention. The only thing that might need attention within the next few days was Dawn Summers and the whole business with one Killian Brandt. Thankfully Cassandra had stepped in with her authority as Magister, and as Killian's maker, to put a hold on things for a while. At least until a tribunal had been arranged to sort through the ownership of Dawn, which Eric still saw as his because he stuck to the laws of the vampire world. When Eric first came across Dawn, it was to punish her for crimes committed by her ex-drug dealing boyfriend. Who Eric never had personal contact with; when it came to that side of Eric's business he found it best to deal with parties through a third person. That person sometimes was just random glamoured person, who would deliver the supply, get the cash, and then return to deliver the cash and have their memories erased by Eric.
Some might say it was an awkward system, and carried with it a lot of risks. But on the flip side of that, it kept Eric's cost down and it meant that not so many people knew what was going on. The last thing Eric needed was to deal with the human police force, or even worse the vampire authority. Not to say that Eric couldn't deal with either of them, hell a bride here and a quick glamour there and Eric could have the NYPD chasing after their own tail's for weeks on end. As for the vampire Authority, will it was a bit trickier than the NYPD, but Eric still had his ways and certain contacts within the authority itself to help prevent against any real punishment that could come his way.
After Eric had punished Dawn for her ex's crimes, he came to realize that Dawn wasn't just another cow from within the cattle. No, Dawn was something more, something different, her blood was the freshest blood he had ever tasted, and Eric had tasted Fairy blood before now. Even though Dawn's blood came nowhere near that of a fairy, it was still something special, something any vampire would love to get their hands on. It was most likely the reason why Killian wanted Dawn to be his so much, and why he went to great lengths to make sure Eric wasn't in the picture anymore. The whole situation made Eric realize Godric's last words even more, his maker was right just before he burst into flame; vampires hadn't evolved much in the past thousand or so years. They had just become more possessive, more predatory and even primeval.
With nothing on the cards tonight, Eric decided to spend sometime in the club, just in case anyone new tributes came his way now that his appointment as south side sheriff was official. So far nothing really captured Eric's attention, just the same old ramble and their small little trinkets of respect. In fact Eric had gotten so bored of it all, he was about to get out of his throne and off the stage to retire to a more private setting with some female company. But before Eric even rose from his throne, something caught his eye. A woman he had never seen before and had a certain innocent air about her, more innocent than anyone else in the club in fact. Eric's blue eyed gaze remained on the image of the woman, as she sat in an empty booth in the back and seemed to whisper to something or someone that wasn't there.
The woman then met Eric's gaze and a noticeable shiver washed over her body. Eric didn't even blink; he just continued to stare at her and into her green eyes as if he was trying to see right inside to her core. The starring continued a long time without any sign of change, until finally Eric gave a small gesture of his head. It was small and might have been unnoticeable at first, but if it was noticed then the message would be clear. The new innocent woman was being summoned, and it was a summons she would do well to answer. Otherwise there could be certain consequences that would be the exact opposite of the innocence she carried within her facial features.
Things were so difficult now then a few years ago, a few years ago she was the newbie, the fresh meat of Bon Temps. Now, she was living a double life, more like a triple life if anyone looked at her life closely. She was a bartender/waitress at a restaurant downtown Manhattan and a night club in the Bronx or well midtown however Yankees put it up here. Then she was a guardian or an adoptive mother to Olivia, the only child in her Sunday school class that she had made a close bond with before the madness in Louisiana came storming through Bon Temps like a god damn hurricane from Florida, nearly destroying the entire population. It was hard for her to adjust or well the both of them and the next thing she knew her third life, the ghost whisperer side just went crazy, spirits crying for help when she was trying to get her own life together especially for little Olivia, who was simply an angel in her eyes . During the madness, LeAnn moved from the Cajun country of Louisiana to the concrete jungle of New York just wanted to find somewhere where things wouldn’t be so hard on them, but in a few years the past came flooding into the city. Vampires, Werewolves, and even slayers, it was hard to continue a daily ‘normal’ life without remembering the past, but she had to remember. It was the only way of surviving the next wave if there was one.
LeAnn sat in the corner booth out of the way from everyone in the vampire bar called Fangtasia, one of the few sister bars of the main one back in Shreveport, although this one seemed a bit bigger from what she had heard. She had come here looking for information for a young girl’s mother, but the thing was. The girl was a ghost and in order for the girl to reach her mother, she had to go through her. Her eyes stared at the man, who was a friend of the girl’s mother, hoping he could give the answers to what she sought from him. LeAnn wanted nothing more than to help this young spirit into the light and find peace. She had been doing this since she was little, but just a year ago she resumed this third life of hers and so far she regained her confidence level that she had been missing in her life. As she was speaking to the spirit next to her, invisible to all non-medium’s eye including vampires, the girl had noticed someone watching them or rather her, in particular. Feeling very confused, she turned her green gaze to the room scanning everyone until her eyes found the person, or in this case vampire that was staring at her and it was dead on.
Upon meeting his gaze, her body gave a very slight shiver, but it was just a muscle reflex for some odd reason. LeAnn didn’t know what to make of his non-blinking stare, but in most cases if someone saw her speaking into the thin air then they would automatically think that she was crazy or there was something wrong with her. There was hardly nothing wrong with her, she just had a gift that no one could understand, unless you were a Medium or watched Jennifer Love Hewitt’s show Ghost Whisperer on tv. After some amount of time had passed, she thought that she saw a quick command of the head to come up to him. She wasn’t so sure, but she had to get information about something for the young spirit. Might as well, go and get it before she was eaten alive. LeAnn took her purse over her shoulder and made her way to the main stage, moving through the toughness of the mixed species crowd until she stood before the man setting in a chair on the stage with no words coming to her.
The cold stare did not waver or even blink, in fact if anything the stare became more intense, more pronounced. Even when the woman with the innocence vibe made her way through the crowd of people on the dance floor, Eric's piercing blue eyes tracked the not too displeasing frame of the woman. Once the woman stood before Eric upon the stage, he made eye contact for the briefest of moments, and looked deeply into her eyes, possibly deeper than anyone had ever looked before. The gaze of the over one thousand year old vampire then slowly descended from the woman's eyes down her frame, admiring her as if she was nothing more than a marble statue. There was just something about this woman that Eric couldn't work out, it was more than just her look and her vibe, there was something else there, something more unique and maybe even rare. Eric had seen and been with many woman in his time, from the downright supernatural weird to the most human of human woman, and went he came to the latter it normally ended in a blood bath of some kind.
But through Eric's sexual history, there had been a few rare woman that he didn't kill, some Eric even kept for himself for a brief time before he got bored of them and just threw them away like they were an old coat or something. Eric had done that just recently with a woman, a Czech woman by the name of Yvette. She hardly spoke a word of English and came to America looking for her fame and fortune. As soon as Eric saw Yvette, he could tell that there was something special about her, not unique or special at least not as special as say a certain half fairy. But there was defiantly something about Yvette Eric liked, so he hired her and promised her the world, even promised her a fortune.
In the end however Eric got tired of Yvette, and after a few good sex sessions, and a few sessions on stage that attracted a few customers, Eric fired Yvette and sent her on her merry way, after she had gave Eric a few heated words of course. So now Eric was on the prowl for his next conquest, a new toy he could play with for a while before he moved on to the next one. Eric thought he found that in the form of a certain Summers girl, but even that was proving to be more complicated than what she was worth.
Once Eric had finished his evaluation of the woman that stood before him, the blond haired vampires piercing blue eyes were upon her green ones once again, only this time his eyes were accompanied by deep, husky words that would have sent a chill down even the most hardened vampire’s spine. "You are neither desperate to be eaten alive nor in need of a good fuck by a vampire. You, for some reason, are pure and have an innocence I haven't seen grace my establishment in...sometime. What brings you to my club Miss...?" Even though Eric's tone of voice was deep, husky and even slightly disrespectful. There was still a soft undertone, which indicated that Eric was asking an honest question out of genuine curiosity and wonderment over why something so pure came to a club like his own.