Blast from the past

Pam got bored of doing paperwork, the supplies were ordered the receipts caught up. Eric had been holed up in his office "busy" and Nora was no help. She sat on her high horse mingling most of the time. Setting down her glass of blood, she leaned back and closed her eyes. For the briefest of moments she was worried about Tara and how seeing her Bible humping mother was affecting her. She hadn't spoke about it and Pam didn't ask. She could sense something was on the horizon, something was coming but she didn't know what. Shrugging it off, she stood and went to her mirror to touch her lip stick up. Running her nails through her straight hair and making sure she looked good before emerging to the main bar.

The music was pumping, the customers were dry humping and purchasing the alcohol; the sounds of profit. Leaning against the bar she watched Tara work and grinned. Her attentions turned to the dancers and how they looked stunning, the batch of new hires was turning out good. Tilting her head to the side she smirked and shook her head. None of them moved like Tara did. What could she say, she missed her on that pole.

Colin was driven up to the bar called "Fangtasia". Again who would name it such a god awful thing. He stepped out of the car and told the driver to wait for a while, but to go grab something to eat since he wasn't as cruel as other vampires.

Dressed in a pair of long leather pants, a black polo shirt that exposed plenty of his neck, but also wearing a black string necklace with two ornate white gold dragons and a tiny vial of blood in the middle. The blood belonged to a vampire he'd met around 50 years ago, a vampire he considered a dear friend despite the true death separating them now.



He walked inside and quirked a brow. People were dry humping each other, clueless tourists were buying souvenirs, people were almost naked walking around. It looked like a goth bomb had gone off. Not that he minded, vampires had always been ones to dress in dark colors. A quick scan of the room and he noticed there were more human servers than vampires, although several vampires were dancing on poles, if that could be considered dancing.

He noticed an african american vampire being the bartender for the evening AND a quick scan netted him his "maker". There she was, standing like she owned the world. Frigid bitch couldn't even care for her own progeny for more than a year yet clung to her maker like a helpless lamb. He casually made his way to the bar, ordering a true blood, AB neg.

She looked around the bar scanning for vampires getting out of hand or potential vampire drainers or humans with chips on their shoulders. The ban on public feeding was still being enforced no matter that the Authority was no more. It was bad business and humans needed to feel "safe." Plus the VIP rooms were much more profitable than just feeding in the open bar.

Turning to the left, she caught the sight of a new vampire and was drawn to him for some reason. His cheekbones, she recognized him...she'd recognize her own progeny anywhere. It was the heat of summer in 1906, a year after she'd been brought over. Becoming bored with the country setting of Cornwall, she fancied a farm hand. He was at the peak of his sexual prime and really knew how to use those bulging muscles. She turned him out of boredom and curiosity. When she released him, however, he grew upset and vowed she'd regret it....fuckin' wonderful.

Placing one hand on her hip she turned her body to him as he ordered a bottle of synthetic blood. "I'm impressed. You actually drink that shit?" She said with a smirk.

Colin calmly set the bottle down. In a time past he would have lashed out at her. He was only one year undead younger and had spend nearly every waking moment since she discarded him learning how to fight. Chances are she spent every moment shopping and being pampered.

"I'm surprised you're not sitting in the throne. But I'm sure you've depleted enough money that you have to work for your trinkets now" he said calmly.

She cocked a brow at his snarky response and smirked. Such flare he had, still obviously had a bruised ego from her releasing him. Shaking her head she stepped forward. "Seems someone is still...sore. I can assure you I have plenty of money, not that it's any of your concern."

She looked him over, still the seventeen year old farm hand body, but his attitude had gone sour. She rolled her eyes and looked back at the crowd, leaning her back against the bar. "So why are you here, Colin. Something I can do for you? Why now after all this time?"

He grinned "Oh no Pamela. You are of no use to me" he said casually as he looked around the bar. "Quite a nice place you got here. Profitable it seems"

He set down the empty bottle of true blood and stood. Leaving Pam to do whatever it is she pretended to do he merely walked around. His youthful looks yet ripped body made him prime eye candy for the women around, even the vampires seemed to ogle him.

It irked her nerves to see him parading around like he hung the moon. Conceited was never a turn on for Pam. Immortality had changed him from the sweet country boy he was to some kind of Eric hybrid on crack. He thought highly of himself, smug to say the least. What was it he wanted, he seemed to dance around the actual question. Deciding to put him in his place she walked up behind him and gave the human college girl who was dancing on him a look, making her back off.

"Why don't we discuss this in my office. NOW!" She said turning for the hall that led to her office, looking over her shoulder with a glare making sure he followed.

He grinned. Power had sure gone to her head thinking she could order him around, but he'd indulge her for now. He followed her to the office, mentally taking some serious notes for later.

"My my Pamela..that jealous of me? I was merely walking around. I'm not about to steal your little clientele" he said as he leaned against the wall.

"Cut the crap, Colin." She spit out, opening the door to her office and motioning her hand sarcastically as if he were royalty. Once he entered with his smug grin, she closed the door behind her and walked to her desk, sitting at the edge and crossing her leg over the other.

"So, your pride is still hurt that I released you? I got it. No reason to be such an asshole about it, life goes on. You seemed to have survived, good for you. Now what do you want, and don't think for one second I'm jealous or afraid of you Colin."

He actually chuckled. "Why would I want anything from you Pamela? You've shown me tonight you have very little to offer. But thats always been you, offering little, expecting everyone else to pick up the slack of your spoiled ass"

He looked at the office which didn't impress him. His mind had plenty of notes to deliver later and frankly he didn't want to spend one more second around Pam. She was always sour about something. Even when he was turned she was never happy. Not when he paraded himself for her, not when he killed and brought back fancy things. It seemed time hadn't changed her at all.

With the blink of an eye she had him against the wall by his throat, her freshly manicured nails pressing against his skin. She may only have one hear on him, he may be her progeny, but she would and could kill him if she wanted to. Her fangs dropped when her anger rose. "Listen. pretty boy. I'm tired of playing nice. You have no reason to be here. I released you once, don't make me regret making you. You were fun for a while, move on. Get.over.it." She said as she looked into his eyes.

She hated when anyone called her Pamela. The only person she tolerated doing that was Eric, and he was far from being Eric. "I gave you a fuckin' gift of immortality...use it! And another thing..." She let his throat go and stepped back looking at him with a blank face. "Don't call me Pamela." With that she turned and retracted her fangs, heading to the phone for security to escort him out. She had nothing for him as he had nothing for her. And frankly, he had soured her mood.

He actually laughed again. Her reaction confirmed initial reports on her which was only a good thing. As he stepped for the door he paused as if struck by a thought.

"Does it bother you that even after all this time... Eric chose a mortal over you?" he said with a glint of something sinister in his eyes before he was gone with vamp speed.

Outside he got back into his car, his driver waiting patiently for him. "Lets go Brandon" he said to which his driver nodded and they sped off into the night.

Her back was to him when he spoke, "Does it bother you that even after all this time... Eric chose a mortal over you?" When she turned, he was gone. The phone in her hand broke in half and she growled, her lip curling back as the pieces of phone fell to the floor. The next time he stepped foot in this bar, he.was.dead.