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OOM - Fangtasia
May. 18th, 2015 03:33 amFangtasia is closed for the night.
Pam figured that Eric was going to come up with ways to recoup their financial losses thanks to-- well, everything that's been happening that forced them to keep their doors shut until everything was sorted. So now, she's just going to hold down the fort and do her nails while Ginger sweeps up the crusty flakes that Russell left behind.
"Hey, Pam-?" Ginger asks.
"Ah-ah!" Pam snaps. "What did I tell you?"
"Oh," says Ginger, cringing sheepishly. "Sorry. For a second there I forgot about the No Talking To Pam Tonight rule."
"You're still talking to me, Ginger."
"Sorry!"
Ginger resumes sweeping.
And for a moment, Pam pauses what she's doing, as she senses that something is wrong. That Eric might be in trouble. It's a disturbing feeling.
Suddenly the front door, which was supposed to have been locked, bursts open.
Pam whirls around.
Ginger screams and drops the broom.
It's Ruben, and he's got a length of silver chain in his gloved hands.
"Miss De Beaufort," he rumbles.
"Ruben, what the hell are you doing here with that?" Pam demands.
"Mr. Northman's orders," he says plainly, and with vampire speed, he rushes at her, fangs down.
Before Pam can think Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me, she counters the attack by flinging a table at him, sending him flying into, well, the counter.
Ginger is still screaming.
"For fuck's sake, Ginger, get out of here!" Pam yells at her. Tottering and teetering on her platform high heels, Ginger flees into the ladies' room.
Ruben picks himself up from amid the broken glasses and liquor bottles. Pam circles, giving him a wide berth.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" she snaps at him, her own fangs having dropped out of fury. "Why would Eric order you to come after me?"
"He didn't say," Ruben grunts, picking up the chain.
Really. Really? It's one thing to have mindless minions, but for them to be so dull-witted and incompetent is another. Pam told Eric he should have killed this one when he fucked up trying to track down Bill Compton.
"Oh, you are gonna regret this so hard," she warns him.
He says nothing to that. He only starts swinging the chain, approaching her head-on. Lashing out with the chain like a whip, he aims for her face.
Which is dumb, because Pam will always protect her face in a fight. Touch the face, you die.
She blocks the chain with her arm and it wraps around her wrist (thank goodness she's wearing long sleeves). Giving it a hard pull, she yanks Ruben forward and smashes his nose with her elbow.
He yowls in shock and pain, but grabs her by the shoulders and hurls her to the floor. With the wind knocked out of her, he straddles her and wraps his hands around her throat.
As Pam struggles, her fingers curl around something thin and made of wood. The broom handle that Ginger had dropped. How convenient.
She whacks Ruben on the head with it, and it breaks in half. Dazed, his grip on her throat loosens just enough for her to flip him over onto his back. She pins him down.
"I said you were gonna regret this," she snarls.
And she plunges both halves of the broken broom handle into his chest. He screams.
She darts away at vampire speed, seconds before Ruben's body explodes into a huge mess of blood and goopy entrails. Because she is not getting any of that shit on her.
Some assassin.
She sheathes her fangs.
"Ginger!"
After a moment's silence, the door to the ladies' room creaks open. Ginger tiptoes out. And upon seeing the mess, she promptly starts screaming. Again.
With a frustrated sigh, Pam takes her aside and looks her straight in the eyes. Ginger eventually stops screaming.
"You're going to clean this up," Pam tells her, calmly, almost soothingly, without blinking.
"I am gonna clean this up, no problem," Ginger repeats in a slight monotone as she receives her billionth glamouring.
"And when you're done, you're going to go home."
"I'm'a go home for sure when I'm done."
"And you're not going to remember any of this."
"Nope, not at all."
"Good. Now get to it."
Ginger wafts away to go fetch the cleaning supplies.
Pam then finds a bit of bloody goo on her pant leg.
"Goddammit," she mutters, and she wrinkles her nose as she takes a napkin and tries to wipe the stain off.
Pam figured that Eric was going to come up with ways to recoup their financial losses thanks to-- well, everything that's been happening that forced them to keep their doors shut until everything was sorted. So now, she's just going to hold down the fort and do her nails while Ginger sweeps up the crusty flakes that Russell left behind.
"Hey, Pam-?" Ginger asks.
"Ah-ah!" Pam snaps. "What did I tell you?"
"Oh," says Ginger, cringing sheepishly. "Sorry. For a second there I forgot about the No Talking To Pam Tonight rule."
"You're still talking to me, Ginger."
"Sorry!"
Ginger resumes sweeping.
And for a moment, Pam pauses what she's doing, as she senses that something is wrong. That Eric might be in trouble. It's a disturbing feeling.
Suddenly the front door, which was supposed to have been locked, bursts open.
Pam whirls around.
Ginger screams and drops the broom.
It's Ruben, and he's got a length of silver chain in his gloved hands.
"Miss De Beaufort," he rumbles.
"Ruben, what the hell are you doing here with that?" Pam demands.
"Mr. Northman's orders," he says plainly, and with vampire speed, he rushes at her, fangs down.
Before Pam can think Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me, she counters the attack by flinging a table at him, sending him flying into, well, the counter.
Ginger is still screaming.
"For fuck's sake, Ginger, get out of here!" Pam yells at her. Tottering and teetering on her platform high heels, Ginger flees into the ladies' room.
Ruben picks himself up from amid the broken glasses and liquor bottles. Pam circles, giving him a wide berth.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" she snaps at him, her own fangs having dropped out of fury. "Why would Eric order you to come after me?"
"He didn't say," Ruben grunts, picking up the chain.
Really. Really? It's one thing to have mindless minions, but for them to be so dull-witted and incompetent is another. Pam told Eric he should have killed this one when he fucked up trying to track down Bill Compton.
"Oh, you are gonna regret this so hard," she warns him.
He says nothing to that. He only starts swinging the chain, approaching her head-on. Lashing out with the chain like a whip, he aims for her face.
Which is dumb, because Pam will always protect her face in a fight. Touch the face, you die.
She blocks the chain with her arm and it wraps around her wrist (thank goodness she's wearing long sleeves). Giving it a hard pull, she yanks Ruben forward and smashes his nose with her elbow.
He yowls in shock and pain, but grabs her by the shoulders and hurls her to the floor. With the wind knocked out of her, he straddles her and wraps his hands around her throat.
As Pam struggles, her fingers curl around something thin and made of wood. The broom handle that Ginger had dropped. How convenient.
She whacks Ruben on the head with it, and it breaks in half. Dazed, his grip on her throat loosens just enough for her to flip him over onto his back. She pins him down.
"I said you were gonna regret this," she snarls.
And she plunges both halves of the broken broom handle into his chest. He screams.
She darts away at vampire speed, seconds before Ruben's body explodes into a huge mess of blood and goopy entrails. Because she is not getting any of that shit on her.
Some assassin.
She sheathes her fangs.
"Ginger!"
After a moment's silence, the door to the ladies' room creaks open. Ginger tiptoes out. And upon seeing the mess, she promptly starts screaming. Again.
With a frustrated sigh, Pam takes her aside and looks her straight in the eyes. Ginger eventually stops screaming.
"You're going to clean this up," Pam tells her, calmly, almost soothingly, without blinking.
"I am gonna clean this up, no problem," Ginger repeats in a slight monotone as she receives her billionth glamouring.
"And when you're done, you're going to go home."
"I'm'a go home for sure when I'm done."
"And you're not going to remember any of this."
"Nope, not at all."
"Good. Now get to it."
Ginger wafts away to go fetch the cleaning supplies.
Pam then finds a bit of bloody goo on her pant leg.
"Goddammit," she mutters, and she wrinkles her nose as she takes a napkin and tries to wipe the stain off.
