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ALEX GRABBED TWO BOTTLES FROM the fridge behind the bar, taking them to a couple of regular customers with a smile on her face. Being back at Merlotte's was almost therapeutic to her, seeing as though everything was back to normal. Other than the fact there was a woman who had gotten her heart ripped out in the back of Andy Bellefleur's car the night prior. It didn't stop people from coming in and having their lunch, in fact, it actually brought more customers in. The old women and men in Bon Temp loved a good horror story, which is why when Alex came back to work, her tips were more than she ever expected them to be.

"You doin' alright, Cher?" Sam came up from behind her, placing a warm hand on her shoulder. The two had become unexpectedly closer during her recovery, which was something both of them needed. Alex gave him a cheerful smile, "for the first time in a long time. I think we need to be more worried about Terry though. I tried to get ahold of Lafayette everyday for the past week, nobody seems to be reachin' him." They both peeked into the kitchen, seeing the veteran slam his tongs down and throw his apron off.

"He ain't good with the pressure, that's for sure. Lafayette has pissed me off, I got people from my past showin' up and askin' for money, I had a dead body in my parkin' lot last night. These past few weeks have been shitty for everyone." Sam huffed, running a hand over his salt 'n pepper scruff. Alex placed a hand on his back and rubbed her thumb in soft circles, "oh hush darlin', I know you're stressed. You need to focus on yourself for a bit, fuck those people from your past. They're in your past for a reason, Sammy."

Sam scoffed, "yeah, I reckon." His eyebrows began to furrow and he sniffed the air slightly, nodding his head to Alexandra, "drinkin' on the job?" He asked with a smirk, trying to change the subject.

"Always, but this time it's from home!" She wiggled a silver flask she pulled from her apron and he pushed her shoulder playfully. Her grin was inevitable as he shoved past her gently, probably going to his office for an afternoon nap. Alex grabbed a bar towel and began to wipe down the dark wood, seeing as though the lunch rush was finally over.

The door opened and she glanced up to see Sookie, a frown etched in her beautiful features. It was clear to Alex that she was very visibly upset, which made the older blonde's smile fall. Sookie found Alexandra easily and made her way over to the bar, pulling a white envelope from her back pocket. The white sleeved paper landed in front of Alex with a harsh thump.

"The hell is that? And what are you doin' here anyway? You come in when I leave, Sook." Alex clicked her tongue, sitting down on the stool that Tara had hid behind the bar. Sookie took a seat across from her and laid her purse on the bartop.

Sookie nodded towards the envelope, "Gran's attorney, Sydney Matt Lancaster, came by the house this mornin' to give me that. Uncle Bartlett passed away. They're sayin' he got too close to the river behind his house and fell in." Sookie bit the inside of her cheek as she watched the smile drop from her older sister's face. She always knew Alex had a strong hatred for her uncle, ever since Sookie told her what happened between them. It was evident to her at Adele's funeral that Alexandra couldn't stand to look at him more than she could.

"Can't say the son of a bitch didn't deserve it." Alex hissed, snatching the envelope from the bar top. She unfolded the papers, her lips moving softly as she read the lawyer's words. She flipped the paper over and her blood ran cold. She slowly glanced up and gawked, "10,000 fucking dollars?"

"Yes, he left it to me, but I don't want it. You can have it, it's yours." Sookie gulped, watching as her sister slowly started to shake her head. To Alexandra, taking that money would be like she was forgiving Bartlett's actions, which she could never do. 10,000 would've helped her greatly, but she couldn't bare to accept it. Alexandra shoved the check and rest of the papers back in their envelope and tossed it back to Sookie. The older sister pulled her silver flask from her apron and unscrewed the top, not caring about the nosey old customers who were eyeing her.

"No, I ain't takin' it. Give it to Jason, he's the one that used to mow his lawn every Sunday. Kiss ass." She muttered, taking a final gulp from the silver tin, leaving it completely empty. Sookie pursed her lips and shoved the papers in her purse, "I'll be back in twenty."

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Eric frowned, the sound of sharp scissors chopping off his luxurious golden hair was the only thing echoing in his mind. That, and the return of his maker. It wasn't unusual for Godric to not give him a call back or even send him a text seeing as he never liked newer technology. What was unusual about the situation was their blood. When a vampire becomes a maker, he bonds that attachment through his own blood. Eric could slowly feel their bond grow dull.

He knew Godric wasn't dead or hurt, he would've felt that connection snap immediately.

"So, what are you going to do when your human finds one of her friends in the basement?" Pam broke his train of thought, adding one extra thing to the list of his worries.

"She won't find out. As soon as he gives me information on what I want, I am going to heal him, glamour him, and release him. No damage done." Eric glared at her small smirk, knowing his progeny was just aggravating him, and he definitely did not have the patience for it. Pam squinted her eyes and raised pieces of his hair up, trying to get them as even as possible. "You've gone soft. If you didn't have your head shoved up that hot little psychic's short skirt, you wouldn't give a shit about him. How do you know Little Ms. Perfect isn't the one behind it? She just started fucking you so you would be distracted-"

"Pamela!" Eric snapped, derailing her sentence with the hiss of her name. Pam sucked in her cheeks, throwing her scissors on his desk along with her comb, "I'm done." Was all she said before speeding out of the room.

Eric sourly ripped the apron from his neck and looked in the mirror. Even if his progeny did have temper tantrums from time to time, she was still one hell of a hairdresser. The blonde viking still had a heap of dried blood covering his mouth and chin from the hillbilly who had eagerly tried to silver him while he was in the basement.

He smoothed his fluffy hair down with one hand and hummed at his reflection.

"I'd fuck me."

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Alexandra was on her fifth glass of wine, watching some sort of romantic comedy on the Hallmark channel. A bowl of half empty popcorn was sitting beside her, half of it spilled on the floor from the horror movie she was watching thirty minutes earlier. A knock upon the front door startled her and she glanced over for a split second and then back at the tv, "it's open!" She called out.

Her dark blue eyes were glued to the screen until she saw a pair of familiar black tennis shoes from the corner of her vision. The gasp that left her mouth was dramatic and lighthearted. She hurriedly scuffled to her feet and walked over to Eric. His eyes practically rolled back in his head watching as she theatrically placed a soft hand on her head, acting like she was going to pass out due to the overwhelming shock over his haircut.

"Sir, what have you done with my Mr. Northman?" Alex placed her arms on top of his shoulders, letting her fingertips touch at the nape of his neck. Eric's hands slithered around her waist, tightly clinging onto her thin figure. His thumbs were dancing in circles on her ribcage, which brought a silly smile to her face.

"You like?" He purred, bending down to nibble softly on her earlobe. Alexandra craned her neck to the side as he placed soft butterfly-like kisses on her soft supple skin. She pulled back, "no, I love." She pecked his lips and squinted her eyes at the unrecognizable look in his baby blues.

"What's up? Somethin' happened didn't it? I didn't even get time to appreciate your new haircut, which makes you look extremely handsome by the way." The red tint to Alex's cheeks and her consistent rambling told him that she had far more than a few drinks. She could've easily slipped into his mind and found exactly what he was worried about, but ever since they made everything official, she really didn't want to intrude on his privacy.

It was the one thing that tore most of her other relationships apart, and she wasn't going to let that happen again.

"Nothing that bad has happened, yet. A friend of mine, Godric, has gone missing. The circumstances of his disappearance still remains unclear. It's been alarming since he is sheriff of the Dallas area. I'm gonna go down and do a sweep, make sure he didn't go on a bender. Just precautionary." Eric explained, knowing that his maker would never intentionally speed off and leave his responsibilities to his underlings.

Alexandra grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch, moving the bowl of popcorn so he could take a seat. "Yeah, I remember him, the young looking one. Tattoos." She hummed, thinking back to the night she proved to Eric that she could actually see his past. Eric looked down at her, watching as she nervously following the stripes on his tracksuit with her fingers. "So you'll be gone?"

"For a few days at least." He twirled a piece of her golden hair around his finger and let his eyes appreciate her beautiful features, even though she was visibly bummed. Suddenly she looked up, a broad smile on her face, "take me with you?"

Eric raised his eyebrows at the proposition. It was something that popped into his mind, sure, but nothing he had put too much thought into. The mission wasn't a dangerous one, as long as she listened to him. He assumed she wouldn't have been interested, "convince me?" A chuckle escaped from his lips at her eager tone.

Alex moved her legs from underneath her, splaying them across his long legs in order to get more comfortable. "Well, I've never been out of the state, but I've always wanted to travel. Then after we make sure Godric is okay and you spend some quality time with him, it could actually be our first vacation together. Romantic. Sexy. Passionate." With every last word she got closer and closer, her lips threatening to touch his.

Eric licked his lips, his mouth suddenly going completely dry. Even though he had just fed a mere hour ago, his fangs were itching to bite into her neck. Alexandra's blood was unlike anything he ever had in his life. It was like he was drinking in the sun, the moon, and the stars all on tap. "Hold on." He commanded, snatching her from her position, using his vampire speed to take them straight to her room.

He landed on top of her, pinning her wrists to either side of her head. Eric's fangs clicked and dropped down, making a victorious grin spread across Alex's face. "So I'm going to Dallas?" Eric's head swooped down, his lips pecking her jawline ferociously. Any anxieties he had slowly started to fade away as he heard the delicious sound of her soft moan echo through the room.

"Anything for you, darling." He slowly let his hands float away from her wrists, letting her roam free. Alex's fingers immediately went to the zipper on his tracksuit, pulling it down all the way in one swift motion. She cupped his face, hungrily advancing her lips to his. Her tongue traced his, gasping when his fang nicked her lower lip. Eric growled, taking her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking her delectable blood.

Alexandra whined, getting impatient at his teasing nips and tiny kisses. "Shh, my flower, can't indulge just yet." He chuckled, grinning at the frown that fell upon her face. Eric raised up, removing his shirt completely. Alex smirked at the view before her, letting her hands raise up to trace his muscular abdomen.

"God bless Sweden." She laughed tossing her head back. Eric crowed, watching with amusement as his partner admired his body. She surprised him when she also raised up, removing her tank top to reveal a scandalous new piece of lingerie he had never seen before. He thought he had scoured every inch of her panty drawer amd picked out his favorites while she was on bedrest.

"Where have you been hiding this?" Eric plunged down grabbing her and quickly changing their position to where her knees were on either sides of hips. Alex ran a hand through her hair, tugging it to the side as she shrugged.

"I may have went shopping today." She giggled, taking a sharp intake of breath as his lips hovered over her breasts. Eric lightly ran his fangs on her skin, right above the cup of her red lace bra. His mouth watered as Alex gripped his short hair tightly, arching her back to make them as close as possible.

He shot up, claiming her lips as she struggled with the button on her jean shorts. Eric decided it would've been best if he took action, so he took his hands from her long golden hair and ripped her shorts off in one motion.

She pulled away from his lips, her eyes wide as she looked down at the torn denim, "Eric I just got those today too." Her voice was full of anything but disappointment. Her raised eyebrows and open mouth told him she was almost shocked at his notion, but his blood told him she was extremely aroused. "I'll buy you new ones. New everything, like I said: anything for you, darling."

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Hoyt gawked as Alexandra's pool stick shot forward, sticking the eight ball with such precision, he could've sworn she was cheating. If one could cheat in pool, that is. She jumped proudly, shooting her best friend a beaming smile. "Rack'em up, Sugar. I'll go get us another round."

After her afternoon shift, she decided to stay in Bon Temp for the night. Eric had been busy with making their travel arrangements since the sun had set, letting her know with a simple text. It didn't bother Alex, knowing she would get all she wanted from him on their upcoming trip.

"So Jason really went to church camp?" Hoyt asked, grabbing the bottled beer from the blonde. Alex nodded, "Yeah, he called me this mornin' before he went. Anything to get his mind off of stuff for a little bit I guess, he deserves it."

Hoyt nodded in agreement, grabbing his pool stick from its place on the wall. Alex leaned up against the wooden column, taking a gulp of the dark liquid. Suddenly her a slew of chimes rang out and she sighed, digging in her pocket to grab her phone. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read the caller ID, but she clicked the green button and held it up to her ear, "what's up, Bill?"

"Hey Alex, it's Jessica, not BIll. You should probably get to Fangtasia, like, right away. Sookie's hurt and it's, uh, pretty bad. Bill told me to call you. He commanded me to go straight home so I can't do much of anything else." The baby vampire's voice wavered slightly, waiting for a response from her former babysitter. Alex forced her eyes shut, blowing out a sigh.

"Oh my God, alright thanks, Jess." Alex clicked the red button on her phone, stuffing it back into her pocket. She glanced at Hoyt who was staring at her, "Hoyt, I gotta go. Sookie was hurt by something. I'll text you and let you know what's going on when I find out." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, gathering her jacket and keys from the bench beside them. Alex jogged to her car, her hands shaking as she placed the keys in the ignition. 

The blonde pulled into Fangtasia's parking lot fifteen minutes and two cigarettes later. Adrenaline had set in and she threw the door to Eric's club open with a swift push.

"What the fuck happened?"

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