OOM - Fangtasia

[lazy_but_loyal]

[Continued from here.]

Fangtasia is closed for the night.

The red neon sign in the window is still on, the door still unlocked, but the place is empty except for Ginger in the kitchen and Pam in Eric's office.

Pam is changing out of her leather bustier and miniskirt into more comfortable clothes that she'd brought along. Hot pink cropped leggings and matching Uggs for starters.

She takes her time as she slips off her top, revealing a leopard-print bra. She thinks of nothing in particular, only that she hopes to hear from Eric before dawn.


[Dialog lifted from True Blood season 3, episode 9.]

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[onceaviking]

For the first time, he darts a quick look in Pam's direction. This is not how it was unposed to go.

"Miss Flanagan," he says, insistently, getting up from his chair.
"Russell Edgington is a threat to our very existence."

Why can't they see that?

Why are they not acting?

[dobadthings]

That's bureaucracy for you.

"But he's a King," Nan insists right back. "One who just donated half a million dollars to the same American Vampire League you say he's trying to bring down. Weird, huh?"

Honestly. Like whoever heard of rich people buying their way into and out of everything. Never happens.

Nan turns around and signals to the V-Feds.

"Bring in a couple of spare coffins for Sheriff Northman and his..." She eyes Pam. "...whatever you are."

She's not the only bitch in the room as Pam gives her a dirty look of her own.

Nan turns back to Eric.

"You're on lockdown 'til the Authority makes its ruling."

Human V-Feds replace the vampire ones to stand guard throughout the day. Yes, they've thought of everything.

[onceaviking]

He doesn't say anything.
It wouldn't matter anyway.

Instead he darts another look at Pam.
He's the one who brought her into this.

Nan leaves and take some, but not all, of the armed men with her.
Coffins are brought in and placed on the floor.

The armed guards take up position spread around the room.
He ignores them.

Instead, he looks at Pam. Trusting her to not ask him questions as long as they are not alone.
"You should get some rest," he tells her.

[lazy_but_loyal]

All Pam can do is nod, still reeling from everything she's learned tonight. It's been an emotional ordeal that's left her with more questions than answers. But right now, she doesn't have the wherewithal to start asking them, even if she and Eric were alone.

Which they aren't, annoyingly so.

She glances around at all the guards.

"Can't they put the coffins in your office at least? I'm not sleeping out here like a fucking dog."

[onceaviking]

Eric lifts an eyebrow and looks at the guard in front if him.

"You heard her," he says. It doesn't get a reaction.
He sighs.

"Look here, my office is located down the hall. There's one door only and no windows. It'll make your job easier. And give us some - privacy."

The guard glances at Pam. Then at Eric,
He gives one of the others a nod and off he goes, presumably to check out the office.
He returns and ten minutes (and a phone all to Nan Flanagan because they are all worthless, ball-less fucks) later, the coffins are moved.

They walk down the hall and into the office. The door is shut behind them.

Eric pinches the bridge of his nose and says, "Go to coffin, Pam. It's almost dawn."
He sounds worn.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Does it have to be such a goddamn hassle to move two coffins into another room? Apparently, as Pam stands by and looks on with growing irritation.

But when they're finally left alone, she sags. And there's still so much she wants to know.

She looks at Eric. She can feel his weariness on top of her own. He'd flown all the way from Jackson just to be fucking silvered and he probably hasn't fed all night and--

"You need to rest, too."

[onceaviking]

"I will. In just a minute."

He won't.

"You lie down. You need it."

He sits down in the chair behind his desk. Then he looks over at her again.
"How's the house?"

[lazy_but_loyal]

She's not about to get into a disagreement about who needs rest more, so she unlatches the lid one of the light-tight, streamlined travel coffins.

"The house is great," she murmurs, almost a sigh. "Jay did a very thorough job."

As she climbs inside and lays down on the insulated padding, she leaves the lid open for a moment. She can feel the blood starting to rise into her eyes and nostrils.

"I'll show you how everything works when we go home."

Why does that sound like a long way away?

[onceaviking]

He nods, but doesn't trust his voice enough to speak.

He watches her close the lid.
Staying in the chair as the sun travels across the sky and the world unravels around him.