Theo blinked with shock as she stood in a towel and realised that she had nothing clean to wear. All of her clothes still remained in her hotel room, this included her new shoes, her favourite skirt and even her best bra.

Not to mention she couldn't wear the clothes she had worn yesterday, she had had to sleep in the shirt so that probably stunk of dirt and sweat- and to wear old underwear? Yuck.

Her hair was dripping water droplets as she looked down at the pile of clothes on the towel rack. She sighed and lent her head against the mirror that was above the rack. Her eyes shut and she placed a hand up and touched the cool glass. "Need something to borrow?" She jumped as Pam's cool hands sat on her shoulders. She hadn't realised that Pam was still in the bathroom; she'd just assumed that the vampire had left.

"Ah, well, it-it's just that-" She turned around to face Pam, stepping back as she did so whilst pushing herself against the mirror so that she wasn't too close to the predator. The vampire still scared her, especially since she had pinned her against the shower and stared at her curiously, as if trying to find something. "-that my clothes are… dirty." She shut her eyes in frustration of the fact that she had sounded so indisputably lame saying that.

"You can borrow something from me," Pam remarked as she tilted her head to the side, studying the red head once more.

"Th-thank you," Theo stuttered before quickly asking, "It's free though isn't it?" Pam looked at her and raised an eyebrow, a smirk upon her beautiful, full, red lips. The witch almost expected her to lick her lips and pounce on her.

"Nothing is ever free from a vampire." Uh-oh, that was a very big uh-oh statement, Theo thought at the end of Pam's sentence. Both herself and the vampire could hear her heartbeat rising high as fear coursed through out her body via the bloodstream, her pupils dilated for just a second, and suddenly, it seemed, there was no saliva in her mouth.

"What will it cost me, because-because e-even if you want my blood you're not getting it." She tried to remain strong in saying that, but it was obvious that she was shaking visibly to the eye, and because she had stuttered didn't help to keep her image looking confident. In reality, she knew without a doubt that if Pam wanted to, she could take her, drain her and leave her to die.

Bloody vampires. No pun intended.

"No." Pam laughed as she stepped forward and placed one elbow against the glass, and used her hand to stroke the red hair that belonged to Theo softly, almost playfully. "No if I wanted the blood I'd take it." She extended her fangs to prove her point, and leaned in closer to Theo's neck. If vamps could breathe, Theo was sure she'd feel a warm, wet breath against her neck, but regardless of that sensory, she could almost feel Pam, which caused a shudder that went down to her very core.

She swallowed nothing, shutting her eyes, unable to meet eye to eye as Pam ran her lips close to her before she tilted her head and ran the tip of her nose up the witch's neck, her lips barely millimetres away.

"Then w-what do you want?" Pam slowly pulled away from her neck and placed the same hand that had been playing with Theo's hair upon the mirror. Theo caught her gaze, though she was unable to read it as Pam lent forward. There was nowhere to escape to, and worse yet, she no idea what was going to happen.

Pam was so close to her now, and because of that, the red head shut her eyes, her own hands balled by her sides in fear.

"You," the vampire whispered. In shock, Theo parted her lips to gasp, and like a calling, with the breath she drew, Pam's lips moved with her inhale, to upon her lips. Theo lent forward at the movement, and a part of her felt a hand snake around her head to pull her in closer, but the rest of her senses had been heightened.

She could smell the expensive perfume the vampire worse, feel her lips and skin brushing, grazing temptingly so against her and taste the almost sweet metallic taste of lips and tongue.

Pam had a few hundred years of experience of kissing, and probably near equal amount (give or take a few decades) of kissing women. That was a lot of experience to know what someone like her wants.

A lot.

Quicker then she thought would happen. Pam pulled away. She wasn't smirking, but Theo could read that she was pleased with what had happened.

Pam had lent her a blue sweater and grey pants. It was expensive material, and she knew this because no way could anything cheap sit this well on her while feeling so soft and delicate. She felt good when she walked into Fangtasia. Pam of course was wearing what she obviously hated. It was the same outfit that Theo had seen the other times she'd seen Pam at Fangtasia. It was a uniform and one that, though looked well on Pam, was not her usual style.

Pam was a pastel girl, not a 'wear leather and look cliché' girl.

"Eric wants to see you," Pam whispered as she passed her. There were no hints, no side looks and nothing that showed that anything had changed between the two. Maybe there hadn't. Maybe Pam still thought her of enchanted food, and maybe she still thought that Pam was a blood-sucking freak.

Maybe it all was a dream and she'd wake up in her apartment wrapped in the arms of Marcus.

Actually, that once favoured daydream didn't appeal to her as much as she remembered it used to. With a sigh, Theodora walked passed the empty throne that Eric normally sat in and walked towards his office. She'd been there once; it wasn't easy to forget where it was though. Her hand turned the knob and she walked in, closing the door again, behind her. Eric was sitting behind his desk, not posing- unlike when he sat on his throne- and looking a bit annoyed. Hopefully that wasn't directed at her.

"Is everything ok?" Theo asked as she closed the door behind her.

"No, someone's been taking my money." Note to Self; vampires are incredibly territorial, when their things go missing, there is hell to pay. Don't get caught stealing, or better yet, don't steal from them. Maybe I should write a guide to not being a vamps food source- then again, maybe not.

"Oh, I see." There was nothing more to add, it wasn't her, obviously since she had no reason to steal money, and she would need more then a week to formulate a plan even if she did.

"I got you a gift by the way," This shocked Theo, "Call it a… security gift." Meaning, he was giving her something to make sure that she'd write a good story. Well, threats worked well but there was nothing like a new gift.

When Eric brought up, from next to his chair, her handbag, with her wand sticking out, up onto the table from beside him, Theo's jaw dropped. "Th-thank you." She stuttered as she stepped towards it and went through it with glee. Nothing had been taken from her bag; everything was still in there. She had money again! Oh sweet Merlin she didn't have to stay with Pam, she could go to another hotel and she could get new clothes!

"Oh, before you leave, I need you to come tomorrow, I suggest you stay with Pam for another night." Damn, she couldn't leave Pam's house. "And on another note, you looked a little flustered when you entered here," He was grinning at her, almost knowingly so, "something happen?"

"No." She turned around to hide her fact before she opened the door and walked away, bitting the inside of her lip as she did so, but when she went to close the door, she tried to hold back her emotions enough so she wouldn't slam the door. Instead of going to the bar for a stiff drink, or relaxing in a booth – with a stiff drink – (actually, anywhere with a stiff drink sounded great) Theodora walked to the public bathroom, stepped inside and went into a toilet stall where she pulled the seats down and curled her legs up close to her.

She was scared, she was trying not to be, but she was. She didn't know exactly when this new wave of terror had struck her, just that she knew why it was striking her.

Someone was trying to kill her, they had threatened her, sent her photos and were probably now planning on finding her in a dark alley and strangling her. Briefly she wondered if that had happened anywhere else. Actually, if it were a serial killer then they would have struck elsewhere. She should check.

The other main thing(s) that terrified her was Pam's house, Long Shadow and Pam. In that order from least scary to scariest.

Though even though that was the order of scariest, she'd prefer to meet Pam in a dark alley then Long Shadow. Irony, it bites you in the arse. "Hello my little itchy witch." In surprise at the voice she had jumped and accidentally hit her head behind her on the wall.

"Oww," Theo groaned as she cradled her head. "Hello," She murmured now knowing that there was absolutely no point in pretending that she wasn't there.

"Come out my witchy friend." Still holding the back of her head, Theo stepped forward and turned the lock of the toilet stall. "It's closing time, are you coming home with me or are you going to go elsewhere first?"

"I can't fly," Theo stated, "and I won't let you carry me." She was gaining confidence around Pam, her voice didn't shake at all that time, and by the raised eyebrow she received, Pam too notice, though maybe the raised eyebrow was at her latter comment. Honestly she was a little curious on that.

"I have a car." She could pay for a cab now, hell she could apparate, but somehow, she felt that driving with Pam would be the best option. Plus she'd like to save her money and she wasn't very good at Apparating, it took four tries for her to pass the test, and that was purely by good luck that she got it.

"I'll go with you." Pam laughed and kissed her on the cheek.

"Wonderful." Yes Miss Wonderland.