Pretty in Pink
The ear-splitting howl and sound of shattering glass echoed throughout an empty Fangtasia. Eric Northman stared in open mouthed horror at what was before him. The vile True Blood lay in shards on the floor, artificial blood spread everywhere.
"What… How… Nooo!"
He shook his blond head in shock, then rubbed his eyes, as if to wipe away the revolting vision. Alas, it didn't work. Eric took a few steps back and slowly turned to the door, where Pam was silently shaking, gripping the doorframe with an iron fist to keep herself from falling over.
"Anything the matter, Eric?" She managed out, then returned to her fit of laughter. She wiped away a bloody tear with her thumb, then straightened to look defiantly into Eric's narrowed blue eyes.
"This was you… How could you, Pamela? You know that this was a bad time for me, yet you taunt me with it!"
He flung his hand towards the hot pink disco outfits the filled his closet to the brim, complete with glimmering rhinestones and glitter.
"What, I thought you loved the 70s! I know you rocked the spandex and lycra as those photos I took prove…" Eric's eyes went wide, "Although you could have done without the hair…Why I know you loved the 70s as much as I just love bats!"
Eric closed his eyes and sighed. God knows he loved her, his vindictive progeny. He should have known she'd get back at him, although he didn't regret the bat prank for the world. He opened his eyes at her and stared at her evenly.
"I'll trade you. The pictures from the 70s for the video footage of you going batshit crazy."
"Done."
"Oh, and Pam?"
She turned to look at him.
"Get these out of here!"