A/N: For hansprinsessa who wanted more Clifford. Um, if you don't know who Clifford is I strongly suggest you read 'He Followed Me Home.' Hope you like!
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Revenge
Eric narrowed his eyes as he regarded the dog lying on his bed, "I know it's you," he said flatly.
Clifford just continued to regard him with an innocent expression.
"Did Pam put you up to this?" Eric muttered, frustrated as he resumed searching through his wardrobe.
At the mention of Pam, Clifford's eyes lit up and he wagged his tail; Eric shot him a dirty look, "I thought dogs didn't play favourites."
Clifford's tail stilled and, putting his ears back, he looked up at Eric with big, chocolate brown eyes.
"I've had decades of puppy dog eyes from Pam," Eric informed him turning back to his wardrobe, "they aren't going to work on me."
Clifford lowered his head back onto his paws, still watching as the frustrated vampire hunted deeper into the back of his wardrobe.
"I notice that you have enough sense to stay away from Pam's wardrobe," he grumbled.
He sighed heavily and sat down next to Clifford on the bed, absently stroking the dog's head as he did so.
"I give up," Eric said after a moment, looking down at the dog, "where are my shoes?"
Clifford cocked his head to the side.
"Clifford," Eric said in a warning tone, "what have you done with my shoes?"
Clifford's tail wagged slowly.
"Clifford-"
"It wasn't Clifford," a voice drawled from the doorway.
Eric turned to find Pam leaning against the door frame, hand on her hip.
"Oh really?" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Pam bend down to greet Clifford who'd come over to join her.
"You've had those shoes for years, Eric," Pam continued, "they're old and – worse – they're out of fashion."
"They were my favourite pair," Eric retorted, standing up, "I thought you of all people would understand."
"They were great shoes Eric," Pam agreed with mock sincerity.
Eric narrowed his eyes, "Is this still about those bloody pumps?" he demanded.
"They were my favourite," she shot back.
"Do you see what kind of woman you worship?" Eric asked Clifford, looking down to where he was gazing up at Pam adoringly. "Insubordinate, obstinate," he groused, stifling a grin as he looked back up at Pam, "revengeful."
Pam shrugged a shoulder, "Like you can talk about revenge."
"Touché," Eric smirked, pulling her towards him by the waist. "I'm sorry I ruined your pumps," he told her, trying to sound sincere.
Pam suppressed a smirk, "I'm sorry I gave your favourite shoes to Clifford as chew-toys."
"What?!" Eric growled as Pam broke from his hold.
Pam suppressed a giggle at his expression, "You heard me," she said before disappearing down the hallway.
Eric looked down in bewilderment at Clifford who looked a trifle guilty, "I'll deal with you later," Eric informed the dog before disappearing after Pam.