#ericxnorthmanx

Sam sat at the bar at the most in your face vampire themed club? He wasn’t sure what they were going for here? He was on a case that led him to Shreveport, Louisiana. The hunter probably stuck out like a sore thumb. He needed a drink, and to speak with the vampire sheriff.

“Maybe, I was meant to die, ERic.” Sookie needed to explain quickly before he reacted. “I’ve gotten close to death so many times, died a few times actually, that maybe it’s some big old sign that it’s done. I’ve done all I could on this wolrd, in Bon Temps, and I should get going. See Gram and my family.” Even her parents, no matter if they carted her off to get married to a hybrid.

The sun had only just set dark heavy clouds overhead, and already numerous amounts of Vampires showed up at a large dark hotel. The hotel was run by vampires, it was one of the designated safe hotels for vampires, tinted windows, and black out curtains, and all the true blood and the occasional fang banger to donate their blood. It was a sorta meeting of the sherifs and higher up vampires of the world. They choose to gather once every two years, discuss important matters, really what to do about controlling the vampires who attack humans, and to do dealings with the humans. This gathering of vampires had other dealings, more, well illegal ones that only a few of the vampires knew about. It was into the second night of the gathering, and things want on as usual, various meetings, and conference's going on. Unless you were one of the lucky vampires invited to a small gathering under the hotel. The room the 'lucky' vampires went into was a circular room, seating around a runway stage. Many of the chairs had already been filled up. All had red bidding cards in their hands. It was a bidding room. The room dimmed, and became quiet, free from chatter till a figure walked onto the runway stage " as the year before last, we have our bidding. If your new to this, well if you have enough money you can buy yourself a servant, the nice word for slave" he said simply and stepped off the stage " each girl…or guy will come up you get a description about them and then you bid, this is a silent auction, just hold up your card and hope you have enough money to outbid, let us began. The auction went on for about 45 minutes each man or woman being sold off to various vampires in the audience. " well is this a little special surprise " the voice over the loud speaker said. " Kayla Raeburn, 25 years old, she's one of kinda, and if your up for a challenge, theres a little wolf in her……" The man finished the sentence and a young woman walked out. Lilac white hair that was about half a foot long , the side of her head were shaved down aside from the thick strip of hair, a mohawk. She had 1' ½ inch piercings in her ears. Standing about 5'8 she walked quietly to the end of the runway, a silver tight metal collar around her neck. Her eyes where a different color from one another, one was a bright blue and the other a dark forrest green. " We'll start the bidding at $2'000…." the voice said and he began to chatter away in a quick voice as people began to bid. Kayla stood quietly scanning the crowd with her eyes, at the various vampires in the room that held up their cards. Swallowing she continued to walk up and down the runway, scantily dressed in a some stupid outfit. Kayla had been a slave since she was young about 16, captured and stolen from her pack in England. Now in the states she tried her hardest to get free of these blood suckers, even if that meant putting up a fight, often resulted in being sold for a lot and placed in a new 'home'. She hardly listened to what her buyer had to say and often didn't do what they asked, she was a fighter, and wanted her freedom at any cost.

Thank you, dear. :3