A/N: Hey! So this is my first attempt at fan fic. It's just an intro of sorts, so it's not very long, but I promise I have good things coming! Please review, I would appreciate all the feedback and ideas I can get. I currently have no beta, so please let me know if anyone is able!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Charlaine Harris. I'm just letting them have a little fun ;)

Chapter 1


I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Yet another disembodied voice on the phone was telling me what couldn't be done. This was all going to shit.

I was sitting in my office, shut away in the back of my club, wondering how the hell I got myself into this mess. Had it been my fucktard idea to open this place? Oh, right, it had been. And here it was, one week away from Valhalla opening its doors, I was down two bartenders, my shipment of the higher end alcohol was nowhere to be found, and my business partner was MIA. Fucking great.

Not to say that Pam was unreliable. She always was. I knew she'd been working her ass off to get this place up and running. She deserved a night off every now and then to run off with her current plaything. Maybe I was just being melodramatic.

Valhalla had been our dream, mine and Pam's, for years. We became best friends, her and I, literally as soon as we met in college. We were paired together in our psychology of sexuality class for a team assignment, and found we had a lot in common. Our love of women, for one. Our quick wit and love of sarcasm. We were both from Sweden, though she had left when she was 3, and I had only moved to Louisiana when I was 15. My father found a few business opportunities, and decided to move my mother and I to Shreveport. My mother wasn't happy with the decision, and less than a year later, decided to divorce him and move back to Sweden. I decided to stay, finishing out high school and enrolling at LSU in Baton Rouge in Business, with a minor in the seduction of willing co-eds. My college experience was nothing if not educational. I worked for Dad at his company once I graduated, and gained the experience I needed to venture out on my own. That's where Valhalla came in.

I glanced at the clock on the wall to my left, and noticed it was somehow past 9. I let my head fall back in my chair and decided it was time to call it a night. I had to get out and get my mind off the impending doom that was the club opening. I grabbed my wallet and the keys to my 'Vette (a graduation present from dear old Dad some years back), and headed out the back door.

Deciding I didn't want to go home just yet, I got in the car and started driving around town, not really noticing where the road was taking me.

Ten minutes later I found myself at a stoplight and noticed a bar at the opposite corner of the street. It had a big neon sign that said Merlotte's on the roof, and the place was clearly packed. I decided to check it out, laughing in my head about competition- not really, Valhalla was definitely a different market.

As soon as I found a spot and stepped out of the car, I could hear loud music and laughter, people cheering and singing. I got closer to the door and hear the beginning of Cowboy by Kid Rock blaring over the speakers.

The place really was packed to capacity. Everyone seemed to be looking at the long bar along the back wall, so I made my way through the dense crowd to find out what they were looking at. I could see three girls right atop the bar, dancing together both with choreographed steps and on their own. They were all wearing the same thing: tight white t-shirts with a green Merlotte's logo, tiny black shorts, and cowboy boots. There were two brunettes and a blonde, apparently having the time of their lives, shaking and gyrating expertly, laughing their heads off. When my eyes fell on the blonde, my breath caught in my throat. I felt like the wind was knocked out of me, she was so beautiful. She has long, wavy, honey colored hair down her back, and the most stunning blue eyes I had ever seen. They were shining with happiness. She had gorgeous tanned skin, ample breasts and a small waist, giving way to full hips and long shapely legs. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I didn't notice anyone else after I saw her.

She threw her hands up in time with the music and moved her hips around so she was away from the crowd. If I thought the front of her was perfect, I nearly fainted at the back of this stunning creature. Breathe. I have to remember to breathe, my new mantra repeated in my head. I was powerless where I stood, just taking her in.

The song came to its closing notes as the girls stomped with purpose on the bar's hard wood surface. The crowd cheered as what appeared to be the bartender helped the three of them down behind the counter. I had to shake myself out of my stupor. The crowd dissipated and I made my way to the bar, where the angel still stood, laughing with her friends. I waited to order a beer.

"That was amazing! I never get tired of doing that. Sam, we need to have more of these impromptu shows, people loved it!" The pixie-haired brunette was jumping up and down, and flung her arms around the surprised bartender, who I now presumed was named Sam.

Sam laughed. "Amelia, anytime you three want to shake it for your customers, go ahead. The alcohol consumption always seems to increase afterwards... hmm, now why would THAT be?" He smiled and winked at Amelia, and turned to face the other two. "Tara, Sookie, why don't the two of you take a break for awhile, I think we can handle everything for a few minutes."

I had been so busy watching their exchange I didn't notice my little angel was now standing directly in front of me at the bar. "In a minute, Sam, let me get this handsome man a drink." The sound of her voice nearly set my pants on fire. Uncomfortable twitching. Dear God, let me have this woman forever. She turned to look me in the eye, and flashed me a flirty grin. "Well hey stranger, I've never seen you in here before. Are you lost?" I suddenly felt tongue-tied. It took me a second for my mouth to catch up with my brain. I decided to lay it on thick.

"Lost? No. Not anymore. I'll have a Heineken. And if it's not too much trouble, your name and number." I tried to be smooth, not entirely sure if it came out that way.

She looked down and blushed- fuck, if that was not the cutest thing ever- and smiled, suddenly shy. "Well, I can definitely do the Heineken for you, and my name is Sookie, pleased to meet you. But now

do you think I should give my number to a complete stranger? Would that be very smart of me? Hmm..." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, I understand, I get it, random stranger in a bar asks for your number, and you might be a little leery. How about we talk on your break, and then you can decide if I'm still a stranger? Please, give me a chance to win you over, at the very least." She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them, smiling brilliantly. I put my hand out to her, and she reached out, putting her tiny hand in mine. I didn't want to let it go. "I'm Eric. Pleasure to meet you, Sookie. Shall we?" I motioned over to a newly empty booth.

Once we were seated, we looked at each other, smiling, for a brief moment.

"You know, believe it or not, this doesn't really happen very often. Just so you know. I don't get get asked out by random sexy men every night. In fact, you're my first!"

I grinned from ear to ear. "I'm sexy, am I?" I did it to make her blush again. It made me hard as a rock. Jesus, I've just met her and she's got me wrapped around her little finger. What. The. Fuck. I cleared my throat, and continued, "I find that hard to believe, Sookie. I would think you'd have suitors in a line around the block begging for your attention."

She cocked an eyebrow, and said, "My my, you certainly are the charmer. Now why don't you tell me about yourself and I'll see if you're worthy of my number." She winked at me. She fucking winked at me. Now it was my turn to blush. And I never fucking blush. I'm Eric fucking Northman, for chrissakes!

"Since we have so little time, I'll give you the basics: I'm Eric Northman, I am 29, and I co-own a club called Valhalla that's about to open. I own it with my best friend Pam. I have no siblings. My parents are alive, but divorced. Dad lives here, he owns and runs Odin Enterprises. Mom lives in Sweden, where I lived until I was 15 before Dad transferred here. I majored in business at LSU. I enjoy great rock music, and old movies. I love to cook, and if I do say so myself, I'm pretty good at it. Oh, and I'm a Virgo." I flashed her my trademark smirk, and was delighted when she laughed. She clapped her hands together and nodded enthusiastically.

"Sounds good to me! I think I should make you sweat a little for more info on me, but what the heck. I'm Sookie Stackhouse, I am 26. I live in Bon Temps, in an old farmhouse that's been in my family for over a hundred years. It was left to me from my Gran after she passed. Obviously, I work here at Merlotte's, but that's only part time. The rest of my time, I write. I play the guitar, and I sing, though both are just for fun. I read a lot. I love to dance, as you may have noticed. And I'm a Cancer."

I thought this might be a bad time to tell her I wanted to marry her. Just maybe.

I nervously ran a hand though my hair, forgetting I had it tied back. What was this woman doing to me? I tried to recover. "Well Sookie Stackhouse, maybe this is more forward than just a phone number, but would you give me the pleasure of accompanying me to dinner? I would certainly like to get to know better. Please?" Fuck, Northman, she has you begging. Be a man!

I wasn't kidding myself. There was something about her that drew me in, I had to see her again. Whatever it took. I even gave her puppy dog eyes.

She burst out laughing and took pity on me. "Poor baby! How can a girl say no to that face?" She held out her hand. "Give me your cell phone." I obliged and she entered her number into my phone, then texted herself so she could have mine. "There. Now you can call me. You do that, and soon."

With that, she got up to leave, not before turning back to me. "It was lovely to meet you, Mr. Northman." She leaned down, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and sauntered back to the bar.

I struggled to control both my brain, which had gone into giggly-schoolgirl mode, and my dick, which was now standing at painful attention.

I couldn't help grinning like an idiot anyway. I am so fucked.