"Ginger! Ginger!! GINGER!"
"Yes Miss Pam?" She came running into the room slightly out of breath, a look of worry on her face.
"Where is the stock of True Blood we had here?"
"We're--We're...all out" She whispered the last two words and looked away from Pam, who arched her perfectly shaped brow and placed a hand on her hip.
"What do you mean....out?"
"I mean...there is no more blood here at the bar. We went through the last of it last week and when I went to order some more, they said it had been recalled."
Pam cursed under her breath and continued to look through boxes of alcohol in the stock room. There was no more blood at the cabin either and feeding from the French stray that Eric brought along was getting dull. Besides, with she and Eric feeding from the girl, she may not last long. She'd heard rumors that the blood stock was low since that Governor decided to lace the True Blood with some kind of virus. She just didn't know it had gotten this bad.
Eric warned her about the virus. The same one that took the life of his sister, Nora. She knew feeding from random humans would be just like playing Russian Roulette. She was frustrated and very agitated because she was getting hungry. She could go weeks without having blood, but it had been nearly two months. She slowly turned her head to look at Ginger and considered for a moment...but then she saw the many vampire marks on her body and grew disgusted. She was a walking blood bag, a used blood bag.
She growled and moved past Ginger, wondering what the hell she should do. Did Bill know about any of this? Who was she kidding, he probably knew and was cowering in the corner, afraid to do some real damn work. Must she do everything herself? Pulling out her cell, she began to call her own contacts to see who had a blood supply. Maybe even that tiger John Quinn could help her out.
Or someone soon....would die.
"Yes Miss Pam?" She came running into the room slightly out of breath, a look of worry on her face.
"Where is the stock of True Blood we had here?"
"We're--We're...all out" She whispered the last two words and looked away from Pam, who arched her perfectly shaped brow and placed a hand on her hip.
"What do you mean....out?"
"I mean...there is no more blood here at the bar. We went through the last of it last week and when I went to order some more, they said it had been recalled."
Pam cursed under her breath and continued to look through boxes of alcohol in the stock room. There was no more blood at the cabin either and feeding from the French stray that Eric brought along was getting dull. Besides, with she and Eric feeding from the girl, she may not last long. She'd heard rumors that the blood stock was low since that Governor decided to lace the True Blood with some kind of virus. She just didn't know it had gotten this bad.
Eric warned her about the virus. The same one that took the life of his sister, Nora. She knew feeding from random humans would be just like playing Russian Roulette. She was frustrated and very agitated because she was getting hungry. She could go weeks without having blood, but it had been nearly two months. She slowly turned her head to look at Ginger and considered for a moment...but then she saw the many vampire marks on her body and grew disgusted. She was a walking blood bag, a used blood bag.
She growled and moved past Ginger, wondering what the hell she should do. Did Bill know about any of this? Who was she kidding, he probably knew and was cowering in the corner, afraid to do some real damn work. Must she do everything herself? Pulling out her cell, she began to call her own contacts to see who had a blood supply. Maybe even that tiger John Quinn could help her out.
Or someone soon....would die.
