"Hello? Who is it?" The young girl sat up. "Papa is that you? Papa!" Running down the long corridor the figure seemed to get farther and farther away. Tears streamed down her face. "PAPA!"
Shilo woke up in pure agonizing shock. Opening her coffin she looked around in the dark basement. Getting up Shilo walked over to an old busted up mirror wiping the blood from her eyes and face. She sighed, never eat before sleep, she remembered her makers words vividly. She sighed, slowly walking up the cellar, it was night time and she could smell the change in the air. It had been three weeks since Shilo met her Otis. He had been trying to get her to take something called a shower. She might as well run a bath to get clean and fresh. As she reached the upstairs she turned to her right and journeyed to the living room to see if Otis was home. Shilo had come to find out that not only did she control him but something else did looking down at the whiskey bottle. The grey eyed girl went to look for what resembled a wash room. As she searched everywhere she found one. On the door was a note. Mistress I will be back before sunrise, I have gone to find you food. Please read the instructions on the bottom of this paper to show you how to work the bath. I have also taken the liberty to buy you shampoo and set an appointment up at the clip and curl later a cab should come and get you soon so get washed up and dressed for your makeover. Makeover? Make over what? Everything in this house was gorgeous, what could help put on top of it? "Oh well." The note continued on: there is a six pack of true bloods in the fridge, they should suffice until I come back. Walking to what was called a fridge, Shilo opened the door and spied the red bottles labeled 'Tru Blood'. She opened it up and smelling it, there was no scent. Taking a sip she immediately spit it out, what is this garbage? She thought to herself, Shilo then put the bottle back and walked to the washroom to get ready. About thirty minutes of trying to look normal the carriage arrived, not really a carriage but close enough. When the driver dropped her off she looked at the world around her. Things have changed. It pained her to know that she missed so much. She turned around and looked at the parlor with a pink sign on top brightly spelling Clip & Curl. Meanwhile inside the establishment was Eric Northman's child Pam. "Is there a reason why MY HAIR IS GREEN?" "We are terribly sorry Miss Pamela we can fix it at your next appointment." The blonde-now green haired woman arched her right brow. "Honey, there ain't gonna be a next time because this place won't exist." At lighting speed pam had the scrawny male stylist by the neck. "Excuse me!" a small voice popped up. Pam turned to face Shiloh, both females giving each other death glares. "What? I'M busy." Shilo took two large steps towards the other vampire. "Well I'M here for my appointment so you can wait until my business here is done thank you." This vampire is fairly young, maybe a hundred years old? Pushing past Pam, she sat on one of the chairs waiting for the skinny male to come over and service her to whatever Otis had suggested. Pam sneered "Listen here sugar face unless you want to lose your head I suggest you leave." Shilo stared blankly. "I think you can wait." Pam stormed over to her but half way she stopped and shivered. "You're lucky my maker is calling me you dumb human bitch." Before Shilo could correct the woman she was gone. "THANK YOU MA'AM." She turned to the man "let's just get on with this appointment."
