Batshit Crazy
Eric Northman's peaceful reverie was suddenly shattered by a bloodcurdling scream coming from his only progeny. That was a scream he'd only heard a few times before, a scream reserved for the pits of terror.
"Pam! PAM!"
"Down here…" came a soft voice from under the counter. Pam was crouched down, hiding, her arms wrapped around her leather-clad knees. Her frame was shaking uncontrollably and her azure eyes were wide.
"What happened? Who hurt you? Where are they? What…"
"Get it out of here…" she whispered almost imperceptibly, eyes locked on a spot above his left shoulder.
"What, baby?"
"Get it out of here!" she wailed, then ducked down, emitting a high pitched shriek as a bat flew over their heads.
Eric stared at his trembling progeny, who had her perfectly manicured hands clamped over her eyes. A smile spread out over his face and he chuckled. He spotted the little vermin hanging upside down from one of the rafters. He flew up in vamp speed, grasping the bat in his huge fist.
He landed before Pam, who was still covering her eyes, and held the bat out an inch in front of her face. And then he waited.
The high-pitched, girlie scream could have broken glass, and it most certainly shattered Eric's eardrums. In a flash, Pam vanished, arms flailing as she zoomed from the bar, creating a Pam-shaped hole in Fangtasia's door.
Eric collapsed to the floor in a fit of laughter, clasping the remote controlled bat to his chest.
He had a sneaking suspicion that Radio Shack just might become his new favorite store.