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The back office of Fangtasia was lightly filled with the coppery aroma of blood. To a human the smell would be undetectable, but to a Vampire the fragrance permeated through the air, eradicating the stale smell of beer and other repugnant smells that a nightclub has to offer. The tantalising aroma of blood was coming from Pam's dinner for that evening. A tall handsome blood bag that enjoyed offering his blood to vampires, especially female vampires named Pam.
The blood bag, Jethro was leaning against the desk in the office, letting out moans of approval as Pam dragged mouthfuls of blood from his artery. To Pam though, this moaning only served to distract her as she tried to enjoy the mediocre flavours his blood had to offer. It seemed that in these modern times the quality of human blood was declining, in Jethro's case, the three bottles of beer he had earlier in the bar was the reason for his tainted blood.
"Dial it back a notch, Jethro. You're really starting to piss me off!" Pam barked at her dinner, before plunging her fangs back into his neck. Pam's threat seemed to do the trick. She smirked as she sucked another mouthful of blood from this evening's dinner. She could feel Eric's jealousy through their bond that she got to dine on warm human blood, fresh from a pulsing artery. While he had been sent on official business by the King of Louisiana to investigate a Wicca coven.
With her makers jealously fuelling her on, Pam began to feed more furiously whilst Jethro's moans of pleasure soon turned to moans of discomfort as she drew more and more blood from the puncture wound in his neck. Eric and Pam liked to play this game, opening their bond to each other while they were feeding, especially when the other wasn't able to feed at that moment. The game stirred up old memories, when feeding used to be more pleasurable, when vampires used to have to hunt for their prey.
Suddenly Pam began to sense that something wasn't right, and it wasn't just her blood bags heart rate slowing indicating that she should stop feeding soon. Something more was occurring, she could sense it through the bond she shared with Eric. Pausing from her snack, Pam was suddenly hit with an explosion of feelings. She could sense he was in danger; he was scared and confused, not feelings she was used to associating with her maker. Eric was a Viking who had walked this earth for over a thousand years; he didn't get scared for small reasons.
Pam retracted her fangs, much to the disproval of her meal. "Thanks for dinner cupcake, now get the hell out," she snapped at Jethro without even looking at him. She shot him a look and raised one eyebrow when he started to stammer some sort of response; he was probably disappointed that was all the action he was getting from her. Being one to enjoy disappointing humans she pointed to the office door and drawled "out now Kitten, besides your not really my type".
Once the human had left, Pam concentrated on her bond with Eric; she could still feel his fear. Wiping the blood from around her lips with her fingers she sat in a chair next to the desk, stilling herself completely so that she could focus and pinpoint her maker's exact location. The bond between them felt different for some reason, she could sense Eric but he felt different to her, she couldn't put her finger on it but she was beginning to get concerned.
After scanning their bond for a few minutes, Pam was able to get a sense of the area where Eric was; normally she would have been able to find his exact location in a matter of seconds. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Pam sped to where she thought her maker might be, hoping that on the way she would get a better idea of where he was.