To say it sent a shiver down my spine would be trite, although it did. This place was amazing, a world unto itself. It was ‘the underground’, the obscure, but not as you know it. A club with a basement chamber beneath, hidden like a speakeasy, like a best kept secret, although its name should have certainly given it away. Stupid people. They had no clue.
What I remember most is the loud pulse of music, the sound that seemed to fade like an underwater silence as he approached closer. “Whereabouts are you from?” he asked as if I were some kind of foreigner. Which I suppose I was, from his point of view. He led me through a black corridor to a small drafty room, dark except for a few flickering candles.
There he stood, looking me over, a strange seriousness in his eyes. I grew impatient, wished he would just do it! I willed my veins to bulge upon my neck, to tempt him. But I only shivered in the cold, my blood probably gone thin. He was plodding and reluctant. I wanted to scream: Get it over with dammit! But my words were only a squeak in my throat. No matter. Soon it would be done and I could stop obsessing over it. His fangs popped like a cobra’s teeth and I lifted my hair from my neck. I closed my eyes, braced myself for the bite.
But no. “Unfit,” he said, backing away. He studied me as if I were some rare but dejected specimen. Unfit? After all that? A visit I’d planned for months and now Eric Northman had the audacity to say “Unfit.” Smug bastard.
Next thing I knew the morning light glared bright in my eyes and the patch of grass beneath me was my pillow. My body was stiff, every limb enveloped with the hunger that clung to me like a disease. The obsession had not left me. I still wanted — longed to be one of them.
Persistence, I have heard, is the key to success in achieving any goal. Most people do not realize that joining the undead has been my single greatest ambition. I am no amateur, no wanna-be. “Turn me, turn me!” a lot of them say, but me? I have studied this stuff. Made it my life’s work.
When darkness falls I will return to Fangtasia. I’ll petition him again and he won’t deny me. This time I’ll have a secret weapon that will make even the great Eric Northman cower.
Like a betraying Judas I shall carry in the silver. How so, you might wonder. With security cameras and strong armed bouncers frisking at the door, how will I pull this off? Well. You underestimate me. Do I seem like a fool? I will hide it in my vagina of course. Slip it in unnoticed and when I get my chance, I’ll make Eric an offer he can’t refuse.
This time, Mr. Northman will be most surprised to see I have brought along a chain of the most venomous metal, enough to poison any vampire and certainly enough to force him to do my bidding! Then he will turn me into one of his own kind. He will be my maker, bound to me for eternity. And he will think twice before he ever calls a human ‘unfit’ again.
Please read Part Two here.