I looked over to see a strange man walk into the bar as if he was on a mission. He coincidently walked over to my section. I slowly walked over to him and smiled slightly.
"What can I get you today?" I asked overly cheerful.
"You don't by any chance know where there are any werewolves, do you?" He asked raising an eyebrow. He had a very strong British accent...
I decided it would be smart to see why he wanted to know. I know! Invading people's privacy is bad, but I don't want any of my friends to get hurt. I let my guard down to find a strange mixture. It was part werewolf and part vampire... I could find an odd word.
Red Necks.... Pretty.... Hybrids... Dopplaganger.... Caroline....
My eyes widen a little. Would it be smart to tell him? I decided to give a vague answer.
"Maybe, whom is asking?" I asked.
"Niklaus Mikaleson. Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name, love?"
Niklaus Mikaleson... Niklaus Mikaleson... I've heard that name before. Where?
Then it came to me!
"You don't by any chance know a vampire by the name of Eric Northman, do you?"
"Yes, why?" Niklaus asked.
"If you really want answers, I'm sure he will be a lot more willing to give you answers."
"And where might I find him?"
"There's a club in Shreveport called "Fangtasia" he will defiantly be there," I answered smiling.
"Why thank you miss..." he trailed off.
"Stackhouse, Sookie Stackhouse," I answered with a ghost smile on my face.
"Thank you, Miss Stackhouse. I hope we see each other again."
And with that he walked away... Is it wrong that I wished he was still in front of me? Probably.
"Back to work," I mumbled to myself.