Theo was wearing her black, high-waist pants, her favourite dark chocolate brown ankle heels, and her white shirt that did up to the neck with a black, under-bust vest. She had blow-dried her hair so it was wavy- causing her sun-bleached highlights to stand out more under the lights. She still looked professional, but she looked different. I don't know why I even tried. Her inner voice murmured.

Her black handbag was on her shoulder as she stepped into Fangtasia. Eric was sitting in a booth and when she walked over to him he grinned, "My little journalist," he greeted to her, "come sit and meet my new human friend."

"Sookie," the blond (wasn't everyone lately?) woman greeted. At first glance Theo thought she was a muggle, but when she shook the extended hand, she felt the otherness about her – but she couldn't grasp exactly what was different about her, it was incredibly subtle, but definitely there. "This is Bill," she indicated to the vampire sitting next to her, and Theo nodded at him swallowing any comment she might have – she had no right to interview him. In return to her greeting, he nodded as well.

"Theodora, call me Theo," She replied politely, "Anyway, I'm just going to get a better look at the bar this time," She said, directing the statement towards Eric, "Is it ok if I talk to your bartender?" He nodded before turning back to Sookie. Taking this as a fact that he was in the middle of business she turned and walked to the bar.

Sitting down she looked at the vampire who was behind the bar. He looked at her and grinned- though it was not all a 'pleased to meet you grin' in fact Theo felt that rush of fear run through her body with adrenaline following. The grin shown to her by the bartender was a 'pleased to eat you' grin. "H-hi, I'm-"

"The journalist." He said, with vampiric speed he was suddenly very close to her face. "I've heard all about you, what can I get for ya?"

Nothing, her voice wanted to say, absolutely nothing. But she was a professional, so she took a moment to compose her self, hoping that no one would notice her repulsion. "Ginger ale?" She asked in the end. She didn't want to drink on the job, that was Marcus' thing, but then again, he wasn't interviewing and keeping most of his emotions locked away.

Moments after saying her drink, she was passed a glass of ginger ale. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a note and handed it to him, receiving a note and a few coins in change.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" She asked carefully, hoping that she wouldn't annoy – or Merlin save her sorry ass – piss him off.

"Ask away," He replied and she relaxed slightly.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Not long."

"I see." She went to pull out her book, but suddenly became aware of the fact that Long Shadow would not appreciate her writing about him. Instead she grabbed her ginger ale and left to find a spot elsewhere.

She could still feel his eyes on her back as she went to find a place.

But as she took a sip from her drink, she realised that the surrounding people (and vampires) were getting out of the bar – fast. Leaving her drink, she tried to blend in with the rushing people who were escaping into the wide-open front entrance. It was obvious by the distant sirens that the police had been called.

The first thing Theo realised outside was that she had left her handbag inside, but there was no way she was going to risk getting caught in a bar by the police trying to get it back. An incident had happened she did not want to be question, end of story.

But the second thing she realised was that she couldn't keep going around the front of the bar, she was way more likely to be caught by them, so even though she left from the front, she ended up going around the back and walking behind the bar through the alley way between the bar and the store behind it.

"Hello my itchy-witch." Theo jumped at the voice. A cold hand grazed her cheek and she gasped at the change of temperature on her face, "Got out in time didn't you?" Pam asked before laughing. "Pity, I bet you'd look good in handcuffs." She lifted her fingers off her cheek after holding them a few seconds after speaking.

"They wouldn't be able to hold me- I have a…" and then realisation slipped over her as she realised her wand with her identification was in her hand bag. "Aw, , She murmured, "they can find out who I am." The police had pulled up at the front of the bar, and Pam gave her a humoured look before disappearing. A gush of wind- showing that Pam had ran off- blew Theo's hair astray before she continued her path.

As she was walking to her room, a woman stopped her. "Miss James?" Theo was surprised that the woman remembered her, though she smelt something off about the woman, she knew that her memory wasn't just human – definitely a supe. "A package was left for you," The woman handed her a parcel before going back to answer the phone at the desk.

Theo waved a 'thanks' to the woman before continuing her path to her room. Once she was back in her room she sat down upon her bed and opened the package. A stack of photos fell out onto her lap, all tied together with a single elastic band. A stack of photo's of naked women – ugh, disgusting. The first thing that went through her head was that it was somebody's idea of a joke, until she realised that all the photos were of naked, dead women. The top photo of a woman stared up at her with glassy eyes and dead parted lips.

She dropped the photos instantly and they fell out of the elastic band and scattered on the ground. Severe nausea hit her like a ton of bricks as she stared down at the faces.

Oh god, this is bad, this is very bad, aw crap, crap, crap. Her thoughts went into overdrive as her eyes refused to look away from the pictures. She grabbed the package to see if there was a return address on the back or something. A pale white note slipped out and floated gently onto the bed, as she picked up the now empty parcel.

Final warning, stay away from the vampires, or something similar will happen to you. Was all the note read. No name, no logo, or signature, just those written words. Hand written in blue pen though.

She breathed in, and then out slowly, trying not to take too much or too little. Slowly her body began to calm down, though adrenaline still surged in her body. Shaking she reached for the phone but as her hand reached the receiver and her fumbling finger's went to dial the police, she stopped.

What if they found her identifications, what if it wasn't an accident that the police were caught, what if they come searching here and find the pictures? Would they believe her or…

She was shaking and rocking. There was no one to call, nowhere to go, nothing to do. No, wait. She did have somewhere to go, though they probably wouldn't be there anymore, Theo was sure that if she talked to the person who owned the apartment she had visited earlier, that they'd surely be able to direct her to either Pam or Eric.

Did Pam and Eric live together?

She didn't know, she didn't care, all she wanted was them to help her, give her an idea what to do, something, anything.

Theo picked up all the pictures and wrapped them in an elastic band and placed them back in the parcel with the letter. She scavenged shakily, for her blue sweater and wrapped the parcel in that – though later she would wonder why she was taking such precautions that eventually made her look so suspicious.

With no time to waste – the police might appear any second – she left the building and called for a taxi. If she had her wand she could have apparated but the damn police had it now.

She had the taxi pick her up two blocks away from the hotel, and every time she thought she heard a siren, she would shiftily look every where to see where the noise appeared from. "Where to Miss?" The taxi driver asked, and she jumped before giving him the address. In a moment of desperation, she was lucky to have remembered it.

Moments later she was in front of the house she'd only just gone to the night before. Three quick knocks and a red headed fang-banger answered the door, "Yes?" She asked.

"Ah- do you know where either Pam or Eric are?"

"No, I don't know anything like that." Theo's shoulder's dropped suddenly – everything was falling apart from her, she was going to loose her job, her house, Marcus she would go to jail, to Azkaban if the Ministry of Magic found out, "I have a phone number though."

Hope surged through her like a beam of light.

"Please, it's urgent." Briefly she wondered why she was turning to the vampires. But it was her last choice; there was nothing she could do. She had no floo powder, no British contacts or American witches or wizards, no owl, no wand, nothing to contact anyone magical who could help her.

The vampires were her last and only reasonable resort that didn't end up with her running away and hiding or trying to get her wand back.