A/N: I don't feel like this is a very strong chapter, but I'm fairly satisfied with it. I really need to start making these longer! Thanks so much for reading :)

Pam has been in California for a couple of months now. She's starting to like it here. The shopping is amazing and the vampires are fairly mellow. Well, as mellow as vampires can be. Plus, there are far less bugs to buzz around her head and muck to ruin her shoes.

She bought a small house right on the beach. It's a lot less traditional than her house in Shreveport, but it feels like a perfect fit. It's weathered and the paint is peeling away in places but she can't bring herself to fix it. It's simple and natural with sparse furniture and an open floor plan. She's fairly isolated and no one bothers her. Of course, that could be due to the hours she keeps, but it's a plus nonetheless.

Almost every night in her new house has been spent lying out on the huge wrap-around deck. Down time is so much more relaxing with the sound of waves crashing against the shore in the background. She slips into it as easily as running a hot knife through butter and only becomes aware again when the barest tinge of pink crosses the horizon.

Tonight, though, she is standing on the beach, the gentle breeze blowing her fair hair around her head. She snorts, if only Eric could see her now. His high-maintenance Pamela with sand between her toes and uncombed hair. Not to mention the ratty sweater she's wearing. Who knew she even owned anything this…tragic. She looks a right mess but she can't bring herself to care. She feels so at ease, so comfortable. Staring out at the moonlight reflected on the dark water, she wishes she could freeze this moment forever and never have to worry about a single thing ever again.

Unfortunately, she will have to go out and find a job fairly soon. She certainly doesn't need the money (no matter how cheesy it may be, Fangtasia turned out to be a lucrative investment), but being alone with her thoughts so much is not good for her. She needs to find something to occupy her both her time and her mind. Besides, a girl can only drink so much True Blood before she risks being bored to death. Heading back inside, she makes up her mind to pound the pavement the next night.

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Pam takes an appraising glance around the club and is pleased by what she sees. And if the lustful looks she's getting are any indication, the patrons return the sentiment. She smirks and winks at a particularly mouthwatering girl at the bar. It feels good to be wanted.

Club Midnight is classy, to say the least. There are no scantily clad dancers or humans wearing leather capes and fake fangs, thank god. No bewildered tourists wandering around trying to snap pictures. The décor is tasteful and understated, yet flashy in all the right ways. Her favorite part, though, is that they are very selective about how they let in. Anyone unworthy is turned away at the door, vampires included. This isn't a tourist trap, and Pam loves it.

She easily picks out the owner by his distinct air of superiority and saunters over to him. He looks at her over the shoulder of the woman he's speaking to and holds up a single finger indicating to give him a moment. She nods briskly and inspects her nails while she waits.

A few minutes pass and finally, the owner, a rugged vampire with striking green eyes and full lips finishes up his conversation and turns to her. Pam quite likes what she sees when she looks at him.

"I don't believe I've seen you around before," he says, flashing her a rakish grin. His voice is smooth and rich; almost as pleasing to the ears as he is on the eyes.

"Yes," she drawls, "I've just relocated here from Louisiana, and I heard that you were in need of a new hostess."

He looks her up and down appreciatively, his eyes lingering over her form. "Well, I would be wary to hire an unfamiliar vampire, but maybe we could get to know each other better."

A slow, seductive smile spreads across her face. "That would be…amenable."