Blood was comforting she thought as she stared down at the remains of the vampire she'd just wasted. Strong and assured stepping over the mess of his remains she retrieved his vibrating phone reaching it in time to see a missed call. Cool daggers were sent to the large man or what was left of him. The six foot monument of chiseled glory was all meat and no brains. He'd been eying her throughout the entire night when she was looking for Tara and decided to make a move on her in the privacy of Sophie's chambers. He closed it off because their hostess was infamous for her privacy behind the closed doors of her bedroom hence the sound proof wall she installed to shut her and whomever she had with her from the outside world. Pam heard the stories and had watched Sophie at work and to say the least it was enthralling to watch, but her mood fell drastically when her search for Tara was coming up empty.

The vampire sped toward her without warning when he closed the doors. She had enough time to react and move out of the way. He had good sense to put on the breaks but not before he grazed an exotic little urn Sophie wouldn't be happy to see broken. They sped and retreated occasionally throwing and landing blows that disoriented, bruised, or cut. Pretty soon Pam was having fun with thoughts of Tara a distant memory until her attacker began to brag when he had her by her throat on the wall.

"You're little chocolate cunt's not going to recognize you when I'm done."

The words stunned her only for a moment and then she was no longer in the mood to play anymore. She brought her leg up in an impossibly flexible move and over his arm with was still holding her against the wall. Retrieving a blade from her boot stabbed him in his face retracting it quickly when he dropped her pulling from her holster her gun. She shot twice unnecessarily when the first bullet did the trick.

The message on the phone read: is she dead?

Pam picked it up knowing whomever was on the other end expected the muscle to finish her. She felt offending that his employer thought it was that easy, but she used it to her advantage. The feeling that told her something was wrong now confirmed she knew that her hostess's rescue was staged for more than Sophie's personal follies.

The door opened greeting Pam with the image of Sophie's backside in the air being carried in by a handsome vampire she'd seen her dancing with earlier.

"What the…" she stopped in his tracks when he saw Pam with her gun drawn.

Lifting her head Sophie Anne tried to look over her shoulder to see what had surprised her flavor of the night frowning when she saw the bloody heap on her marble floor. Speeding off his shoulder when her feet were planted with slow and deliberate strokes she straightened the creases of her dress. Angling her head around the mess of her room a struggle was apparent and the victor stood with blood splatter clothes and tasseled hair that made her fitting for a painting that Sophie Anne might place on her wall. Strong and proud and pissed Pam was an astonishing creature she at one time would have liked to tame, but she didn't have the heart for it even though the real reason she never tried was because she knew it was impossible. The woman was a demon. Then it occurred to her to wonder about the source of the blood. It belonged to the fallen as much as it pained her to look for the mess she knew she'd see she saw it inches away from the shards of a broken urn she kept for cosmetic reasons.

She glared displeased at the mess.

"Tell me that isn't remains on my floor."

"It isn't remains on your floor," she replied in a way to make it clear that's exactly what it was.

"Fuck me Pam."

"It's funny when I was under the inclination I was the one getting fucked."

Sophie Anne scoffed, "that hurts pumpkin."

Pam hated the moniker and Sophie Anne, whether she realized it or not, used it when she was up to go no good. Though, the woman was shameless and she was on her home turf she had nothing to fear except the wrath of Pam's family and even still there were political points to consider before one could exact revenge in this day and age. They were savages anymore tearing off each other's heads for the sake of human emotions—or at least there were a select few that weren't Sophie amended.

"Send your toy away," she growled.

In a pained way she dismissed her vampire glaring at the blond who studied her with distrustful eyes and Sophie Anne immediately felt indifference toward her. If Pam expected her to worry she would sooner walk in the soon before that day came. So she draped her boy leisurely over her bed waiting for the blond's next move.

"Where is she?"

"Who?" Sophie Anne played dumb just to annoy her friend.

Pam fought the impulse to raise her gun. Sophie Anne was a different sort of beast and it would be wise to attack her so far away from her nearest ally. She holstered her gun and decided to play with the strawberry blond in the only way she knew she would respond.

"What do you want?"

Power was the first thing to come to mind acceptance was a close second, but only for her personal ruminations. She would never let anyone know how desperately she sought out the open arms of the people who shunned her because at the same time she hated them all, including Pam. With no loyalties and flexible friendships she could do any and everything she wanted that was the luxury of freedom.

"How much is it worth to know where she is?" Sophie tapped her thigh impatiently.

The vampire didn't have to think she just reacted surprised by her price and later on wondering if it really was equal the value of the information Sophie supplied.

The hostess however wondered how important this toy could be for Pam to want to give up such a favor when the blond was never known to compromise or share her talents outside her family.

"A favor?"

Pam nodded because she couldn't stomach saying it again.

"I don't know," Sophie Anne toyed knowing she would take the deal. She was a collector of rarities and who knew when she'd have Pam in a compromising position again. Her nature left her curious, "why?"

Pam started to walk away with phone in hand. The situation caused for urgency and if her hostess wanted to play she didn't have time for it.

"Fine," Sophie called after her stopping the woman in her tracks. "He paid good money for her as soon as possible. And you know me," she shrugged, "I love to please."

"Who?"

Sophie Anne shook her head, "that would violate all kinds of personal rules. I have the privacy of my clients to uphold, to go against that, I don't think I could tell you his name." She pulled her phone from her pocket and began texting.

Shortly after Pam felt her phone vibrate tossing reading an address texted from Sophie's phone. She looked up at the woman who shrugged swinging a leg crossed over the other.

"Have fun!" she shouted after her giggling to herself before she lay reposed on the bed looking up at her pale ceiling. "Have fun," she whispered meaningfully closing her eyes enveloped by the sheer madness of her party outside and what would transpire outside of her building. Whatever would happen she knew it meant to change things and for her change was always welcome when being stagnant felt like a slow death.