Shit, Catlin thought. It was less than 20 minutes till sunrise and she had just pulled into the parking lot of Fangtasia. She wished she had chosen a less conventional means of transportation, but her '69 Skylark was more discreet.

Hopping out of the car, she quickly ran a hand up to check her hair and pull around her leather jacket before running to the door of the club. Locked of course for the day. Reaching a hand up, she touched the cool metal of the security door, hesitating, before she banged on it with her fist, yelling, "Anyone there? Open up!" Momentarily, she saw a heavily made up set of eyes dusted excessively in mauve eyeshadow glaring at her through the peephole. "Pam." Not necessarily who she hoped, but at least someone was there. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?" Catlin grinned, seeing the look of disgust in Pam's eyes. Pam didn't speak, but the door swung open slowly to reveal Pam, hands on her hips, in a mauve negligee.

"Well, don't you look nice! Where's Eric? " Catlin demanded. It was always advantageous to mix compliments with orders when it came to Pam. "I have to see him this instant. And I don't care if he's busy. This can't wait." The expression on Pam's face changed slightly from disgust to indifference. "He's not here right now," she drawled, shifting her weight to one side. "He's out in Bon Temps saving some human from werewolves. And I don't know when he'll be back either."

Shit.

"Of course he would be." Catlin sighed. It would have to wait till tomorrow. "I guess I'll stay here today and see if he comes back tonight." Pam's posture stiffened. "I guess I'll show you to the guest quarters," she sneered at Catlin, her postures still rigid and domineering. "No need," Catlin replied. "I remember the way to Eric's quarters. I'll just stay there." Catlin smiled to herself as she walked past the still disgusted Pam towards Eric's rooms. She paused and leaned against the bar, "Oh Pam, by the way, I'd simply love it if you could find me a snack. I always get hungry after a long drive." She kept walking, adding, "And you know I prefer blondes," right before disappearing down the stairs.

Reaching Eric's quarters, Catlin opened the door and let herself in. His room was, as usual, impeccably tidy. Just to lighten the mood, she set the mirror slightly ajar. Much better, she thought. A soft knock at the door surprised her. She smelled a human. "Come in," she called.

The door opened slowly a lean but muscled brunette man entered. His expressive green eyes were focusing on the floor, as if he were scared. "Pam sent me. Said you were hungry. She said you prefer blondes," he paused, "but none are working tonight. I'm sorry, but if I won't do I can get you any kind of TruBlood you want." Catlin looked him over. Yes, she thought. He'll do. Quite well. Sensing his unease, she reached over to touch his arm. He didn't flinch as those green eyes looked up at her finally. "Don't worry. You'll be more than fine, I'm sure," Catlin smiled, seeing a look of relief come over his face. "Are you new to this, by chance," she asked. He looked quickly back to the floor standing silent for a few seconds before he whispered, "Yes."

Catlin walked over and shut the door behind them, turning the lock till it clicked. She smiled to herself before turning back to the young man. "What's your name?" she asked, walking towards him.

"Adam," he replied.

Caltin's eyes flew open as she sat straight up in the bed. She almost forgot where she was for a moment. It must be nighttime. Fangtasia would open soon and hopefully Eric would return. She glanced over to the empty spot in the bed next to her. Adam must have woken and left before nightfall.

Grabbing her car keys, Catlin wandered through the club to the side door, where she quietly slid it open, propping the door with a piece of brick so that she could slip back in easily. Walking to her car, she saw a line already forming at the main entrance. Sad and pathetic, she thought. All those humans so desperate to be around vampires. Would they like us so much if they knew what we really were capable of?

Reaching her car, she opened the trunk and grabbed a leather bag by the strap and threw it over her shoulder. Catlin was glad she packed a few changes of clothes. Her tight jeans, leather boots, tight white tank, and leather jacket were hardly club wear.

Slipping back across the parking lot to the side door, she kicked the brick out of the way, letting the door shut behind her. No sign of Pam or Eric. Just a few humans who had obviously been over-glamored working to open up the club in an hour. And no sign of her snack.

Slightly disappointed, Catlin returned to Eric's room. What to wear, she wondered. Pulling out an emerald green strapless minidress, she remembered, Eric always did like it when I wore green. She slipped off her jeans and tank and pulled the dress up. Examining herself in the mirror, she ran her hands down the sides of the dress, smoothing out invisible wrinkles before adjusting the top of the dress to best display her womanly attributes. She corralled her head of loose strawberry blonde curls, haphazardly pinning them into a messy updo. She gave herself the once over before realizing she had no shoes to wear.

Stepping quickly across the hall, Catlin knocked on Pam's door. "Pam? Can I ask a favor?" The door swung open. Pam was in a black leather number with thigh-high boots. "Do you have any heels I can borrow to wear with this dress?" Catlin almost begged. Unless Hell had frozen over and Pam had stopped collecting shoes, there was a 99.9% chance that Pam would have a perfect match for Catlin's dress. Rolling her eyes, Pam shut the door, only to open it a moment later with a pair of silver heels. Holding them out towards Catlin as if they smelled, Pam muttered, "Here. I never liked these much anyway," and shut the door in her face.

Laughing out loud, Catlin walked across the hall back to Eric's room. Propping up against the bed with her back to the door, Catlin struggled to get the almost too small heels on. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a familiar voice say, "I always did love that color on you."