Doomed Love? (True Blood Godric Fan Fic) ON HOLD

Introductions

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Chapter Two

Introductions

Brooke was sitting in the waiting area at the hotel when Isabel approached; her black hair was in a tight bun which showed off her flawless olive skin and slim face. Brooke and Isabel had talked three nights ago; the night after her “meeting” with Stan at the hotel bar. Isabel gave Brooke an offer to be fed on by a vampire in exchange for a lot of money.

At first Brooke was both surprised and offended and wanted to know why her. Isabel didn’t offer an explanation but instead gave Brooke a five figure quote as well as some time to think about it. Brooke wanted to ask if it was the mystery guy Isabel was with at the bar: the hot one that saved Brooke’s life but was too embarrassed.

“Hi Isabel,” Brooke forced a smile as she tried to hide how nervous she was feeling. The sun had just set and the vampires were starting to leave their rooms.

Brookes work colleague Miranda was working at reception and looking at Brooke with a raised eyebrow. Miranda was the one that started all the rumours well 90% of the time.

“Hello Brooke are you ready?” Isabel asked with a genuine smile and it sent shivers down Brooke’s spine. Miranda stared at Brooke with a curious look in her eyes. Brooke knew she was already thinking of a rumour to spread as she casually ran her fingers through her shoulder length red hair which stood out against the dark colours but blended in with the red wall behind the front desk. The hotel was very modern and decorated in light and dark colours with a lot white and black combined with red and purple.

For the past three nights Brooke had been plagued by Isabel’s question. It was a lot of money and all she had to do was let a vampire bite her and take a little of her blood, and there was a chance it was going to be him; the mystery guy. Although it was the principle of the thing; she’d be a blood hooker and she didn’t want to be a hoe but Iris had done nothing but brag about how great it was to be fed on by a vampire since Brooke told her of Isabel’s proposal.

“Yes,” Brooke forced a smile before she started to follow Isabel out of the hotel and into the black stretch limo.

It’s just a bite besides you technically won’t be a hooker. You’re not going to have sex with him. Brooke reassured herself and as the limo got closer to its destination she couldn’t help but tap her feet; one of her many nervous habits. Part of her was worried and scared. Brooke had heard stories about women who sold their blood for money and how they were killed during the transaction by vampires who lost control of their blood lust.

As the limo came to a halt Brooke’s breath got caught in her chest. Calm down Brooke; Isabel said you will be safe. Brooke told herself as the limo stopped moving.

After Brooke had stepped out of the limo she tied her brown wavy hair into a ponytail and followed Isabel into the house. They walked down the hallway, past the kitchen and the lounge room, up the few stairs and followed the hallway to the end room.

They stopped at the closed door and Brooke straightened out her black high waisted skirt and checked to make sure her silver pendant and pocket knife sat hidden in her bra; although to Isabel it just looked like Brooke was fixing her purple V-neck singlet so it sat neatly under her black blazer. Since Brooke started working in a hotel for vampires she had invested in a pure silver pocketknife for protection and a silver pendent on a silver chain that she thought could come in handy.