I DID IT! I got a new chapter AND remembered to upload on the right day!

*Ahem* And now, on with the show...

"Gran!"

"Adele!"

Eric and I were racing down the stairs as fast as we could, calling to Gran as we went. We were so shocked and worried by her scream it didn't occur to us to use our other senses to see if she was ok, we just had to get to her as soon as we could. The scene that greeted us was definitely not what we expected.

Gran was getting a bath. Why would that elicit a shriek? Well, said bath was being administered by a massive wolf with her paws on Gran's shoulders. We stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before realising the weight of the wolf was dragging Gran to the ground. We stepped forwards, Eric grabbing the wolf and gently moving her to one side as I supported Gran to a chair.

How's her heart Eric? I sent.

A little rapid, but strong, no cause for alarm.

"Gran? What happened?" I asked gently.

"I was puttin' the pans in a stack to put away when I heard something behind me, next thing I know I've got arms full of wolf and I'm gettin' a wash! Gave me a fright silly thing." I loved this woman. She gets jumped by a bloody great wolf and she acts like it's one of her grandkids that made her jump messing about. Priceless.

"Sorry Gran I should've made sure she came up with me earlier, we sort of inherited her last night on the way home. She's a gift from the cosmos. No doubt she has a name but I haven't worked it out yet."

Before Eric could say anything Gran interrupted. "Right then. I need to go and buy some meat after dropping off the girls' food, what should I get her?"

"Eric how much land have you got here and is there any wildlife?"

"Acres and more than enough to support one wolf, even if she is freakishly large." She growled and snapped at him, he just laughed and rubbed her head.

Once everything was settled Eric and I went to get ready to go to the bar.

I'd forgotten Sookie was a different size to me. I managed to find a pair of jeans and a top to fit, but it wasn't pretty. She could wax lyrical about her boobs being Ds all she liked, until she had over flowing Es (that weren't even the largest I had ever been) she didn't have a clue about large breasts. The jeans were a size small and short, and the top was a hideous pale orangey-pink monstrosity (probably called 'peach') that was covered in ruffles. To add insult to injury I had to wear flip flops. I called for Eric.

"We have a slight problem." I said as he appeared at the door. He stood there for a moment and took in the state of the room (clothes everywhere) then the train wreck that was my outfit. He laughed. The bastard stood there and laughed until tears came from his eyes and I'm sure if he were a breather he'd be doubled over gasping. Needless to say, I threw a shoe at him. While he was standing there making up for a few centuries of being a miserable prick, laughing more every time he looked at me and my 'eat-shit-and-die' expression, I took his phone and his wallet and left him to it. I knew who would help, even if she cried laughing later.

"Pam, I need your help, NOW."

She pulled up about 15 minutes later, walked in, heard Mr. Hilarious upstairs, took one look at me and my 'save me!' look, and dragged me to her car.

"What the hell is that?" She asked as she drove.

"I've no idea but it's fucking ugly and scratchy too. She probably thought it was 'cute'. First stop jeans and t-shirts, second stop boots, then you can have some real fun, while that wanker was laughing I took his wallet." And I held it up with a grin that scares small children. Pam returned the look and put her foot down a little more.

When she pulled in to Levi's, I literally kissed her. "Gorgeous woman! Ok, dark jeans, boot cut preferably but feel free to take licence after you have a few pairs, t's in grey, black and dark green, again take license after you have essentials, don't ask me what size I am I haven't a clue in American. I'm going to grab one set then change, then I'll come find you, ok?" In reply she kissed me again (taking liberties with her tongue!), gave me a fangy grin then bounced out of the car and into the store.

Once I was comfortable I went and found Pam, who was being followed by two store assistants weighed down with clothes.

"Uh Pam will all this fit in the car?" She smiled at me with a hint of mischief.

"That is why we have Bobby and a van." Of course.

When we were done and Eric's account was several grand lighter, we moved to the rest of the mall. Evidently Pam had called ahead to each store, because as we walked in no less than two assistants met us to carry everything, then package and store it all until Bobby could collect it.

Trousers (jeans, cargos, linen, smart, if it could be classed as trousers - sorry, pants, I had a pair), shorts, skirts (long, short, mini, pencil, a-line and several others I didn't have a clue about), shirts (casual to formal and everything in between), halter tops, tank tops, more t-shirts, lingerie, dresses (everyday, cocktail and ball gown), shoes (various heights, styles and heels), and more. The best thing, I got to judge each item, and not a ruffle, flower print or stripe in sight.

When we got in the car I thought we were done shopping, until Pam pulled up at another building.

"You're going to love this place." Pam told me. I raised an eyebrow in question but she was already getting out of the car.

When I walked in, I saw exactly what she meant.

The store was divided in two, with corsets in all styles on one side, and leather on the other. Anything that could be made of leather was displayed somewhere.

"It's owned by a husband/wife team. She designs corsets and leather items, he makes them, and they make shoes too. They're a couple of the few who knew about us before the Reveal. I met them 20 years ago as they were trying to start out, they were at the bank for a start-up loan, they got turned down, but I was curious so I followed them. Told them I'd recently come into money and was looking for an investment. They explained their dream, and I backed it. It was 6 months later they discovered my nature, I'd torn one of my pieces and brought it in for repair, they noticed there wasn't any of the usual damage from use, and asked me. Rather than remove all knowledge and lose my investment, I told them. They insisted on being glamoured to know but unable to say anything about it. We've been happy with the arrangement ever since." Pam was truly proud of this place, and from what I could see she had good reason to be. It also proved that while she may love to spend Eric's money, she did have her own, and a good business mind.

"It's fantastic Pam, I'll bet Eric's really proud."

"He doesn't know about it." She sounded conflicted about that.

"Are you sure?" Came a voice from right behind us. Pam jumped and yelped, I just spun around and hit him in the stomach, both to get revenge and stop the conversation, I had a feeling he'd secretly supported her venture, and I didn't want her to find out and be disappointed.

"That was for laughing at me you giant child!"

Pam froze, conflicted between protecting her maker, laughing at him getting his comeuppance and protecting me from the anger she was sure was just a second away. When he laughed and grabbed me to mess up my hair, she relaxed.

After buying even more stuff, sneaking into a dressing room with an outfit and covering it with a long coat and loading the car, we left for Fangtasia.