The club didn't open for another hour. But Eric had been up for a while. As the days passed and Baba Yaga's blood left his body, he woke up later and later, closer to the time he was used to. The being up didn't annoy him, but the uncertainty of if he would be able to go outside did. He hadn't experimented because he didn't have a human in his employ that he could trust. He felt he could trust Baba, but he hadn't seen her since their second meeting.
He would have to ask her what she thought about the idea. He might also have to ask her for more of her blood than what he'd gotten. He found himself craving it. Thinking about it at odd moments. It didn't have the addictive qualities of fairy blood, thank god, but it had something. It was as if every cell in his body knew that it was better. Every cell in his body wanted more.
Eric had heard the other come in. And when the new day girl came back to his office to tell him that the man up front was insistent, he glared at her, annoyed. She skittered away, frightened. As she should be. Nobody should have been allowed into the bar this early. Nobody. Yet she had let in somebody. Not only that, but it wasn't a human being. Eric could tell that much from where he was sitting.
He lifted his six foot five inch frame from his chair and went out into the main area of his bar. What he saw when he rounded the corner was something that he had, but hadn't, expected. Another vampire. Not one he knew, of course, and with a quick look, Eric picked up things that informed him that this was one of those other types that the girl in the park had been telling him about. The first thing that caught his eye was the glassiness of the fingernails. Something that didn't happen to vampires where he came from. That was enough for him.
Eric nodded at the bottle of TruBlood. "I wouldn't drink that if I were you. It'll keep you alive, but it's boring. Tastes just like human blood, but without the life. Why are you here?"