It's Friday night and Fangtasia is packed. Of course I'm bartending, Pam won't let me dance anymore. She refuses to tell me why,but I already know. She can't stand how they look at me, though she'll never admit it.

I don't know what i see in this crazy bitch.

Maybe it's her eyes, the way she watches me from 'The Throne', I don't know. Whatever it is, I can't stop the thoughts. Random images of my maker beneath me, those fucking pretty blue eyes haunting my dreams. I can't take it anymore. I have to make her mine, by any means.

Fuck, she caught me staring.

I'm getting so fucking tired of these games. I know she wants me, I can feel it screeching through our bond like a god damned banshee. But no, of course she can't say it out loud. Of course she won't admit it and take action, so I guess it's up to me to force her hand.

" Hey beautiful", a familiar voice says to me over the bar. It's Nora, right on time.

"Hey yourself", I say in a flirty way.

As i lean across the bar and brush a lingering kiss on her cheek, a flash of jealousy cuts through me like a blade. Pam. She catches herself and blocks her end of the bond. this is gonna be too much fun

"Nora", a bored voice drawls as we separate, "what brings you here?". My maker stood beside Nora with a hand on her hip and a raised brow.

So fuckin' hot.

A devilish smile slides onto Nora's lips, "Well , you're bartender's rather pleasant company, and quite beautiful might i add", she adds running her eyes up and down the length of my body.

Nothing.

If I wasn't paying attention I wouldn't have noticed the way Pam's jaw clenched. A barely there reaction, but i saw it.

"Is that so?" I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder and smiling.

Pam clears her throat, obviously annoyed.

"Do you mind getting back to fucking work", she says in a condescendingly sweet voice.

I just roll my eyes and throw a wink at Nora, before starting towards some drunk hillbillies at the other end of the bar.

It was Jess's idea, this game I'm playing. Of course Nora agreed. Anything to stick it to Pam. Best. Great aunt. Ever.

After closing I was mopping the floor when I felt pam call me through our bond I ignored her and finished my closing duties before pulling out my phone and texting Nora.

I felt it again, the pleasent almost orgasmic hum that reverberated through every cell in my body. I couldn't resist this time I sped to the door of the office when Nora texted me back.

Hey beautiful, how's the wicked witch- Nora

I giggled and the door flew open.

"Are you fuckin retarded? I've been calling you for ten minutes", Pam drawled.

I held up a finger, " almost done", I said absentmindedly as I finished the text I was sending. "Done. What's up?" I say in a cheery voice.

I can feel it through the bond , she is pissed.

"What the fuck is going on with you and Nora", she asked. Buried beneath miles of denial I felt it, jealousy.

This is just too good.

" Why?", I ask nonchalantly.

Pam blurs up to me pressing me to the wall.

"Answer the fucking question", she hisses through clenched teeth . God she's so beautiful when she's angry.

" She's a very attractive woman and you know I love attractive women", I say with a smirk

" You know, I'm really starting to think you want me to hurt you. you are forbidden to see her", Pam said backing off and returning to her office.

"Why? I don't get why you even care.", I exclaim as I follow behind her. It was a low blow but fuck it. Alls fair in love and war.

Just then I felt the most vicious anger shoot through our bond.

" Be- fucking- cause, I don't like her. Be-fucking-cause your mine.", she yelled letting the truth spill from her lips accidentally. " you fucking rescue me from the authority and kiss me like I'm the only thing that matters and then you move on to that prissy British twat."

my phone vibrates with a text before I can read it Pam has my iPhone in her hands. Uh-oh.

A feral growl escapes her lips as she reads the text. I'm a dead woman