Chapter 1
Pam dropped the bracelet back into the basket. "Now where did you get this, to be exact?"
Jessica fidgeted. ""Well, it was just lying outdoors."
"Silly things. This jewellery is way out of season." A brief pause as she inspected the findings once more. "Although, I do recall having a very similar collection back in 1859."
The newbie vampire perked. "Really?" she asked. "What if someone sent you your old jewellery? What if-?"
"Hush. You talk too much." Jessica was the newest item to Fangtasia's bar. Some Bill Compton had dumped her here over two weeks ago, and hadn't bothered to pick her up again. All she did was feed, talk, and annoy the local fangs. Pam saw this a loss of potential. When one is a young, newly born vampire, this is the time to live it up, not act like a brat.
Pam looked once more at the bracelet. Indeed, she hadn't seen it since she left New Orleans to go to Louisiana and aid Eric in a hidden vampire hunt that had been held by humans. She had of course revealed nothing to him, but coming here to see the hunt was an unpleasant reminder of her childhood. Pam shook her head, bouncing her curls, and pushed the basket aside. She was just about to turn around, when she caught sight of a piece of silk. With her mind spinning, trying to work out what was going on, she picked up the cloth and a 200 year old scent hit her nose. She breathed out, and with a tremor so small that Jessica could not discern, she let the silk fall from her fingertips and drop back into the box. Immediately, the feeling of dread, confusion, and worry passed. She patted the table twice, as if to confirm it was still there, that she was still here, and then walked over to the bar.
She poured up a first glass of Southern Comfort. She turned around. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work."