"So you got a parcel and these were inside?" Theodora nodded slowly at him as she curled her fingers around her skin and rubbed up and down her arm awkwardly, "I see," Eric murmured as he flickered through the pictures, "there are at least five for each person," he said after a moment, "but at least one of them shows fang marks – most appear on the thigh or neck." He handed the pack of photos back to the shaking Theo.

She took them without a word and stared at them with glassy eyes. After a few seconds she looked up, ready to just let go and cry her heart out, but she couldn't and wouldn't do that in front of the vampires.

"W-why would someone give them to me with that letter? What did I do?"

"Someone who knows where you're staying has obviously found out about your relationship with vampires."

"My business relationship bothers someone?" Her voice was harsh as she spoke, "We do what we do so we can have heating in our homes and food on our table."

Theo, though still scared, was now furious. She threw the packets of photos to the ground, out of the corner of her eyes she saw the glossy photos scatter, reflecting the light as they all stared up at her, mocking her, scaring her. Rage built up inside, and like a flood, it burst through her walls.

"This is bullocks – absolute bollocks, I've fucking lost my wand to the police along with my identification, I have no way of getting home, I can't stay in that hotel if a killer knows I'm there, and I've got no money, I mean, I had to ask Ginger- the freaking fang-banger waitress- for money, do you have any idea of how embarrassing that was?" Of course, her entire rant was directed at no one but thin air, and Pam and Eric were just spectators who took humour in her pain.

The two vampires looked at each other, murmuring words slightly before they switched languages and spoke a short conversation, eventually they turned back to her once she was calm enough to listen to them, "You can stay here, I have a bed that's almost never used." Pam said, smirking as she said 'almost'.

Theodora's shoulder's fell.

"I-I couldn't." Theo meant the word couldn't above all else at that moment in time; if she stayed, she would constantly be at the end of her nerves, wondering when she was going to get killed next. Not to mention the fact that Long Shadow stayed here, and that guy- sorry, vampire- freaked her out almost as much as Pam did, but for a completely different reason.

Pam was calm, cool and collected meaning she would kill her when she least expected it, though most likely with possible warning. Long Shadow looked like he could rip her throat out if she stepped the wrong way, without warning.

"You have no money, no where to stay and the murderer wouldn't dare enter the home of a vampire," Pam said smoothly, "and I highly doubt that he knows where I live." She grinned at the end of the sentence and looked into Theo's eyes with her own blue ones.

"What about Ginger, I could-"

"I wouldn't stay with Ginger if I were you, she's been glamoured too many times, she'd probably bring the murderer home thinking he was her new honey." The blond woman let out a small laugh at the end of her sentence before turning her face back to a blank, neutral expression.

"Oh." She was out of options, once again, it seemed that fate was trying to kill her and all she did was accept a job. What could possibly have caused such a major Karma backfire on her? She hadn't done anything so bad to deserve this, nor had she done anything that was super good, but still. "So… what about my stuff?"

"Are you willing to go back and get your things with the chance of the killer catching you?" No. She definitely wasn't and that much was obvious by her crestfallen facial expression. She looked up at Eric, and silently wondered why he was helping her, and like a mind reader he knew what she was thinking. "You're a valuable asset to us, if you can persuade the wizarding world to see what we are like, how we truly are mainstreaming, then it's one less war we have to worry about."

Theodora's spine stiffened at those words. She hadn't been planning on writing a story in good lighting, in fact, it was far from what she had planned, but now, if she didn't, she was sure that she wouldn't be able to wake up again. They would hunt her down and kill her, and they had eternity to do that.

Breathe, she told herself as she started to hyperventilate from the overwhelming sensation of death that loomed above her, let's just deal with a single problem at one time.

She hadn't seen Long Shadow, but there was just over an hour to dawn, and she was certain that he'd arrive sooner or later. Every now and again she heard Pam's movements, but they didn't scare her. Pam was silently, and the only time she did make a noise was when something like the door creaked, or the pipes made a noise or even when the microwave dinged.

But she never- technically- heard Pam herself move. She was a vampire; she was stealthy and silent. Somehow she found that comforting (though she had no idea why).

Theo fell asleep as soon as she saw the first ray of light cast through the window into the bedroom; she was safe at least in her mind. Her body, so tired with the night's events, slept for longer then she had expected and woke her up in the middle of the sun setting. At first glance Theo had thought it to be still dawn, but eventually she rolled over and realised the clock read p.m. nor a.m.

She wanted to be nowhere near Long Shadow when she woke up. But she had an hour, maybe less. That was enough time for her to grab her jacket and slip from barefoot, to into her shoes and walk down the street, grab a muffin and coffee and walk back eating and drinking the small, but carb loaded, meal.

She sat at Pam (and Long Shadow's though the latter she ignored) table, eating her food and drinking her coffee, she tried to decide between either getting out of the house before Long Shadow and the chance of them crossing paths increased, or having a shower then leaving (though with only twenty or so minutes left the former was looking more appetizing by each second).

She swallowed, looked down at her clothes that were crumpled and smelled slightly a bit off and decided that she'd rather shower.

She stepped into the bathroom and stripped her clothes of before folding them onto the towel rack as she adjusted the water's temperature. Finally, after a few minutes, Theo climbed into the quite large and glamorous looking shower.

Her body relaxed as the hot water hit against her bare skin and tense muscles. Theodora allowed herself to close her eyes and just relax against the heat and warmth of the pounding water that acted as a light massage against her back before she opened her eyes and looked around the glass shower stall.

There were products everywhere, expensively perfumed soaps and shower gels for the body, and professional Shampoos and Conditioners for hair. Theo assumed all of this belonged to Pam because she highly doubted that Long Shadow was the type of vampire who liked to look neat and well kempt.

At least, that's the opinion she grasped of him from the few moments they had met.

She grabbed a random bottle of shampoo and began to lather it in her hair as her thoughts drifted. Marcus knew she was in Shreveport, maybe he would come to find her soon, and she knew for a fact that if she didn't return on her due date back to the Daily Prophet to give her story to an editor, they would come and check on her.

She just had to hold out until then, and next time she was offered a job like this, she would turn it down. Nothing good ever came from vampires that much was obviously already.

She rinsed her hair of soapsuds and comed her fingers through it gently to rid of any large knots before she moved onto to the conditioner. Theo took great pride in her red hair, people were always complimenting her for it and because of that, she made extra effort to make sure it remained healthy and strong as well as neat and tidy.

When she finally finished her hair and began on washing her body, Theo wondered why a vampire would need a bathroom, specifically since there was a toilet and she knew that vampire's didn't need toilets. Maybe it was for their fang bangers? That was a possibility, after all, the better kempt your fang banger was, the more likely they would return to you- but maybe there was another reason.

Theo wasn't that curious to find out though.

As she was trying to wash her back, Theodora got the sudden feeling that something had changed in the atmosphere. There was a shift- something added or taken away- but she wasn't which of the two, and she wasn't sure of what. Nothing in her senses screamed danger, so she didn't worry. That is to say, she didn't worry until the washcloth slipped from her fingers and before her body could react, she felt it press up against her back with cool fingers wrapped around it in a loose hold.

She gasped and turned around sharply, her mind thinking that of Long Shadow, only to find Pam- in all her vampiric glory. The red head became very still for a few seconds before she sub-consciously took a step back, away from the glorious vampiric woman.

Her bottom lip quivered slightly in shock as her eyes captured in the form of Pam completely. Pam reminded Theo briefly of the picture of Lilith that Eric had. In fact, Theo couldn't have been more shocked if Pam was holding snakes around her body.

She felt two hands place on her shoulders and turn her around again before she felt the cloth on her back once more. "I don't care if you're witch, you're using up my hot water," Pam whispered into her ear, red lips and fangs so close to her that she didn't blink, didn't take a single breath, unable to flinch.

But once her back was done, she felt the cloth on her hips, her waist, and her ribs before going down again, and then changing sides. Never once touching anywhere intimate as she found the back of her legs washed. Her body was turned round again, and the rest of her was cleaned, but still, nothing intimate was touched. She was confused, why would Pam do this? What interest did she have in it?

And why wasn't she protesting against this?

Pam re-lathered the cloth with soap before washing her own body, as if she didn't notice that Theo was in there with her, and that she was standing- and blocking- the only exit.

The witch watched before she grasped at a breath of courage and went to walk around her. Pam stood up tall suddenly, and with her arms, pinned her 'itchy witch' to the shower. She wasn't angry but nor was she excited. She may have been hungry, but the only expression that Theo could actually read from her was curiosity, plain and true.

Her eyes flickered over Theo's face, and her lips parted somewhat to show fangs. But she didn't really look all that hungry, maybe she was, but in all honesty, Theo could not read that from her.

Nothing was said, nothing was told, Pam just looked at her and she looked back, wondering what she was doing.