Pam Swynford De Beaufort (
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Pam comes through the door, annoyed at everything, including Milliways.
Back at Fangtasia, Nan and the American Vampire League are packing up their cameras and gear after filming their vampire PSA. They gave Pam a copy of the raw footage on CD, which she has now in her hand, tapping her manicured fingernails on its clear case.
Really, they should have gone with Eric in the first place because the longer Pam had to sit still for the camera and say stupid things, the less she gave a fuck. It was stupid. The whole idea is stupid. Eric took over and did the whole damn thing in one take. There. Boom. Done.
She's sure that fangbangers everywhere would be licking their screens seeing Eric Northman in a goddamn commercial.
He was also in a suspiciously good mood when he arrived at work. She can guess why.
Anyway. Pam is here now. She might as well take the edge off her irritation. And at least she looks nice in a very pink and proper vintage Chanel two-piece, complete with pearls. This is her Sunday best.
Taking a seat at the bar, she orders a bottle of TruBlood and an issue of Vogue. She sets down the CD, marked "AVL PSA" with a Sharpie, and proceeds to ignore it as she flips through the magazine.
(She might show you the video if she likes you.)
Back at Fangtasia, Nan and the American Vampire League are packing up their cameras and gear after filming their vampire PSA. They gave Pam a copy of the raw footage on CD, which she has now in her hand, tapping her manicured fingernails on its clear case.
Really, they should have gone with Eric in the first place because the longer Pam had to sit still for the camera and say stupid things, the less she gave a fuck. It was stupid. The whole idea is stupid. Eric took over and did the whole damn thing in one take. There. Boom. Done.
She's sure that fangbangers everywhere would be licking their screens seeing Eric Northman in a goddamn commercial.
He was also in a suspiciously good mood when he arrived at work. She can guess why.
Anyway. Pam is here now. She might as well take the edge off her irritation. And at least she looks nice in a very pink and proper vintage Chanel two-piece, complete with pearls. This is her Sunday best.
Taking a seat at the bar, she orders a bottle of TruBlood and an issue of Vogue. She sets down the CD, marked "AVL PSA" with a Sharpie, and proceeds to ignore it as she flips through the magazine.
(She might show you the video if she likes you.)
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"Oh, they're already sticking their tongues in each other's mouths, they may as well go all the way. Separation of church and state was never a thing and never will be. But again, whatever."
She eyes him again, especially around his loosened collar.
"So, what are you, military?"
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"I'm Pam. From Earth, Louisiana, in the United States, to be exact."
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One of those population-destroying apocalyses would suck for a vampire.
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"Not like yours, and certainly not as frequently. Still like to fuck, though. That's never gonna change."
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"Life needs fun in it especially if you have a lot of it."
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"Oh, I agree," she purrs with a slow blink of her long eyelashes (she hardly blinks, if at all, which makes her gaze that much more intense).
"And I definitely have a lot of fun. How 'bout you?"
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Which means people not too interested in him for political means.
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"You sound like a busy guy. I couldn't help noticing that you were a little-- worked up when you came in. Long day?"
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She leans toward him, her gaze traveling up his throat, to his lips, and to his eyes.
"I could take your mind off of things."
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"Oh, I'd enjoy that and I promise, I won't bore you."
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"You better not," she purrs.
Playfully. Not a threat. At least, it doesn't sound like one.
"Tell me, Ivan," she says with a lick of her rosy lips, "how do you feel about...biting?"
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He's open to trying almost anything if a beautiful woman asks him to.
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"Oh, honey," she chuckles, her voice low and sensuous, "I ain't just spicy. I'm hot."
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Ivan leans towards her, there's a touch of a bow in it and the scent of his simple and rather expensive cologne.
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"I hope you don't scare easy," she says, a little cryptically, a little teasingly, before she runs a cold fingertip along his jaw.
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"Not unless I'm in danger of dying or getting closer to the camp stool."
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"Ever heard stories about vampires?"
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Its worrying that she could let him die but honesty is useful.
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Honesty!
"So if you're up for a little danger with your fun, I can make it worth your while."
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A beat.
"And you're not gonna turn into a vampire, either, if that's what you've heard in those stories. My kind doesn't work that way."
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He wants to know what he's getting into though he hasn't moved farther away.
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"Its pretty simple: when I bite you, I won't kill you or turn you into a vampire. Sure, I'll drink your blood. But you've donated blood medically, haven't you? It's just like that. Except way sexier."
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Ivan offers her his arm to lead him where she wishes.
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Oh, look, a gentleman. Don't see many of those these days.
She leaves her things with the bar and gracefully slips off the stool. In her heels, she's just as tall as he is.
"I'm gonna lay down some ground rules here," she says as she tucks her hand in the crook of his elbow.
"You are not gonna fuck me. You might not even touch me -- I haven't decided yet. But I will give you the best handjob you've ever had, and you will need a nap when I'm done with you."
She then smiles sweetly.
"Got a room?"
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A key appears on the counter for them.
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