Author's Note: alright, so I had this dream and an idea popped out of it, I think it was because of the song 'The Outsider' by 'A Perfect Circle' that did it, especially the Renholder Apocalypse remix.

Anyway all of this will be written in Third Point of View but the perspective will be defined by a name in bold. E.g. Pam, hope that makes sense if it doesn't, then sorry but I'm terrible when trying to explain something when I'm trying to do housework at the same time, haha.

Anyways, enjoy, review if you have constructive criticism, questions, etc. And if you have a private question, or a suggestion, you can either review or send me a PM, doesn't bother me either way. It's all about what's easiest/best for you.

Eric

Fangtasia, 8:4 1 p.m., August 9th, 2009

Eric watched Pam carefully. She was distracted, not that anyone else would be able to tell. No one else knew his child like he did.

It was the way she moved slower, that she spoke at a faster speed, that her eyes barely glanced over the beautiful people in the bar, that when he asked her about her distraction she did not reply with a witty banter. All of this was almost near undetected, but he could see it clouding around her.

He ignored it, if she wanted help, she would have to ask for it – knowing her if it was something that was dire or would affect him, she would keep it to herself. The only time she'd tell him of petty remarks was when it came to clothes and shoes, mainly if he'd been the cause of any scuffs, marks or ruining of said clothes and/or shoes. Then he would shut her up with a present, or a better pair of shoes.

After a while of observing his child, Eric went back to managing the club, knowing full well that the club was more important, at least for the moment.

He cracked his neck slightly, hoping that the problem he'd been having with it - since opening hours - would go away. He probably needed a full neck roll, but that would look 'un-vampiric'. How stupid, like anything he did was 'un-vampiric' he was a thousand year old Viking Vampire for crying out loud, everything he did was vampiric.

'Humans and their opinions,' he mentally seethed.

Besides, the knot in his neck was most likely due to the stress of tonight. A bridesmaid party- or whatever it was- was happening and all the giggling, plump women sitting at the table ached his ear. It wasn't that they were giggling, he was used to that by now, but it was the way that they giggled so obnoxiously as though the vampires around them were dolls for them to look at.

He'd kick them out if he weren't making so much money from their constant round of expensive cocktails. Besides, they were safe; they weren't egging on any vampire, just observing, unlike the possibly barely legal boy who was egging on the part-time bartender. He would take care of it himself, but one of the other vampires was walking up to him to warn the kid, or kick him out, depending on how the boy acted.

"C-c-can I t-take your photo?" He looked at one of the bridesmaid.

"Not tonight," he purred, "perhaps some other time though." She walked off with shaking legs back to her party. If vampires could, Eric would sigh right at that instant, instead he shifted down an inch in his seat and pulled out his phone to text someone.

'Maybe Jana,' he thought wickedly, which was then followed by other wicked thoughts which were relayed within his text message to her.

As he waited for a reply, he searched the crowds of people for Pam. He found her quickly; she was talking to a waitress who seemed to be in a bad mood and was pointing at one of the customers. She rolled her eyes, before giving the waitress a look. The waitress said something else as she dropped her head and talked to the ground, to which then Pam walked over to the customer.

It was the boy who had been at the bar before; he was sitting at a table with a friend. Eric ignored the vibration of the text as he became intrigued with the situation. There was little to feed his attention, even if Jana had replied – besides he enjoyed making her wait.

Pam leaned over the table hands sprawled out in front of the boy, cleavage inches away from his face as she spoke lowly to him. The boy laughed, made an obvious statement about her breasts, to which she replied, thus causing the boy's face to pale.

'Interesting,' Eric thought before the boy got up and left Fangtasia after paying some money. His friend paused for a moment, also paid, before then leaving with the friend.

Bored once again after the minuscule incident, he returned back to his text, near grinning with pleasure at what she'd replied with.