Pam turned in thought, pondering if the "Vampire Barbie" line were a compliment...or a put down. Either way she was semi-proud of Tara but would never show it of coarse. She could put up with what Pam tossed out and thats not very common. She sighed and headed into the bar to make an appearance and sit on Eric's throne. It was why humans came to Fangtasia...to see real vampires. As she cut the corner she saw some Marliyn Manson reject sitting in her makers throne. She cocked a brow and began walking towards the stranger. After she gave him a piece of her mind, he shocked her by announcing the Authority had lifted the ban on public feeding from humans. In the next second she went flying in the air and hit a table, falling to the floor. She looked up with a concerned look. The club would suffer tremendously because of this twatwaffle acting fucktarded. Did she hear him right?? New sheriff of area 5? Eric....was he a part of this plan? The Authority held his life in their hands and she worried what his condition was. With the bond being broken, she could no longer feel him. It made her dead heart ache, but she held back and kept the front up that she was fine. She stood and turned heading to her office to think, Tara in tow. She swung the door open to her office and pinched the bridge of her nose. Vampires could not get headaches but she sure felt as if she had one. Tara asking a million questions not helping. She held up a hand. "Just let me fucking think for one minute!" All was quiet except for shrieks and screams from her human patrons. She kicked the door closed and sat down. "We're screwed."
