Pam is standing behind the large wooden throne, hand resting on the back of the chair. Eric is seated and watching his customers, scanning each of them intently. She asked him who he wanted and he hasn't said anything for 20 minutes, "Just get me a bag from the freezer." He finally says, sighing. Pam raises a perfectly waxed eyebrow, lip curling in disgust.

"Eric, what the fuck is wrong with you?" She asks him, crossing her arms and glaring down at her maker. Eric looks up at her, eyebrow raised. She furrows her brows and stomps away from him, huffing as she does. Eric rolls his eyes and relaxes into his chair further. He watches her stomp away, frustration evident. Pam knows why he's acting this way, so why is she so mad? He doesn't understand, but he feels bad. He never meant to make her upset, that was the last thing on his mind. But maybe that's the problem. He's been with her for a century, he should be more open. He should be asking her how she feels. He knows how she feels when she's angry, afraid, or sad. But he never talks to her about it, he just hugs her.

Maybe she needs more than that.

"Hi!" He hears a shrill voice shout above the music.

'Oh Godric, what now?' He thinks, staring down at the black-haired woman in front of him. She's wringing her hands together nervously and touching her hair every few seconds, "Yes?" He asks, raising a blonde eyebrow at the human.

Suddenly, she's shoved aside, by Pam, "Move!" The angry vampire barks, shoving the human into a table a few feet away. The woman goes crashing into the wooden table, nearly breaking it in the process and knocking over a few glasses. A male vampire helps her to her feet, Eric looks away after this. Pam steps onto the stage and hands him a warm glass of blood. Eric takes it with a grateful nod, focus shifting back to his customers. He takes a sip of blood, allowing the warm liquid to flow down his throat. It's familiar but it's not as good as the real thing.

Just as he pulls the glass away from his lips, a man bursts into the bar. Immediately, the patrons scatter and back away from the man. He strolls further into the room, and he's followed by more men. They're all carrying guns, wearing crosses, and wooden stakes are strapped to their waists. Some of the vampires begin to hiss at the men, and some speed out of the bar.

Eric's eyes narrow and he assesses the situation in front of him. Time feels like it's moving slowly, he tosses the glass of blood across the room, at one of the men. When he does this, all hell breaks loose. His presence, imposing and commanding, does little to deter the attackers. He growls, "Pamela, protect our customers, and don't get yourself killed." He says to her. She nods and jumps off the stage, running toward one of the attackers.

Margot speeds over to him, already caked in blood, "Make sure nobody leaves." Eric says to her, jumping off the stage himself so he can confront the intruders. Margot leaps over the herd of customers and positions herself near the front door.

She watches over the customers and attackers, cringing as she watches a vampire explode. She wishes she could help them, but they're not at a disadvantage and she needs to secure the area. The vampires outnumber the humans.

"Are you lost?" Eric asks one of the men, staring into his eyes, "Shoot your friends for me." He commands, using his glamour on the bearded redneck. The man's eyes go blank and his jaw goes slack. He tightens his hold on the rifle and turns around, pulling the trigger. He takes down his friends, but one of them realizes what's happening and puts an end to it. He shoots the glamoured man between the eyes, sending him crashing into the floor.

All Pam hears is screaming, the splatter of blood and guts hitting the floor, and growling. She leaps onto one of the attackers, wrapping herself around him before he can stake one of her customers. He reacts immediately, thrashing wildly to release her grip on him. He slices through the air with the stake, trying to hit her legs. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls as hard as she can, successfully taking his head off. She tosses his disgusting head aside by his hair, wiping her bloody hands on her black dress.

She turns to look at Eric, he's shooting the intruders now. He must have taken one of their guns while she wasn't paying attention. She grins in his direction and bends down to grab a fallen rifle from the floor. As soon as the gun is in her hands, she's shooting the attackers with precision. She hasn't shot a gun since 1892, but it doesn't feel unnatural. It's not her favorite weapon or even her least favorite. Her favorite is her fangs.

While Pam is busy, Bubba bursts into the bar, dragging 2 men by their shirt collars. He throws them onto the floor at Margot's feet, snarling. Thankful for the distraction, Margot dives toward them. She tears into the first one's neck, swallowing his warm blood greedily. Sharply, she turns his head, snapping his neck.

The other man is already on his feet, holding a wooden stake in his trembling hand, "O-one day, you'll all die and we'll be at peace." He stutters, lunging toward the bartender. Margot smirks and lifts her foot, kicking him in the chest just as he gets close enough. He flies into the front door, nearly tumbling outside onto the sidewalk. She can still hear him breathing, so she leaps onto his battered body and punches him in the face using her enhanced speed. The man dies almost immediately, and Margot watches the light fade from his eyes with sadistic glee.

The chaos continues to unfold, and most of the attackers are dead. Eric moves with calculated precision, used to this. He was a Viking 1,000 years ago, and his experiences from that time still come in handy. He moves almost gracefully, spinning around to deliver a swift kick to an attacker's chest.

Pamela is fueled by rage, and less graceful compared to Eric. She's growling and hissing as she tears a man's heart out of his chest, sinking her teeth into the organ and taking a chunk out of it. Her black dress is covered in warm, sticky blood. But it doesn't bother her, not now. She loves to look amazing at all times, but not during these situations.

After Margot is finished, she nods at Bubba and watches as he disappears outside into the darkness. She turns to face the battle, arms crossed over her chest. She's always had a darker side, but she mostly kept it a secret. This is the first time she's revealed her true nature to anyone. She hoped Pam and Eric weren't paying attention. But they didn't seem to mind. Pam bit into a man's heart a second ago and tossed it aside.

One man remains, standing tall and proud. He has two stakes in his hands, but his legs are trembling beneath his dark blue work jeans. Pam smirks at him, watching as Eric begins to approach him. The man swipes at the air with one of his stakes, but Eric is too far for him to reach.

Eric raises an eyebrow in amusement, a lazy smile making its way onto his face. He stares into the man's eyes, not coming too close, "What are you doing here?" He asks monotonously, crossing his arms. The man's eyes go dead and his jaw goes slack. But he's still holding the stakes in his hands. So Eric doesn't come any closer. Margot and Pam step closer to Eric, but the bartender is still trying to maintain an awareness of her surroundings. Just in case someone comes inside and tries to surprise the vampires.

"We came to kill all of y'all," He says, managing to glare at Eric and the vampires surrounding him. One of the living customer's growls, a low sound in her throat, "Our buddy came over here and he never came back." The redneck explains, hands shaking more. The amusement is still apparent on Eric's face, he already knew this. But he knows now that security should be better. And Bubba needs more kittens.

"Pamela!" Eric bellows, looking away from the man, breaking the spell, "Kill him." He commands, turning around and walking toward the entrance. Margot raises a brow and begins to scan the bar, looking down at all the dead bodies and blood. Pam grins at the man and lunges toward him, tackling him to the floor.

"Everyone, get out!" The bartender screeches, a fierce glare on her face. The living customers do as told. They wanted to leave as soon as this started, but Margot wouldn't let them. Who knows what could've happened if this fight wasn't contained. Most of these vampires have been fed for the night, they're satisfied but shaken up. They'll be alright by tomorrow.

Most of their human customers were shot, mistaken for vampires. The woman that approached Eric earlier is laying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. The authority is gonna be on their ass about this, best to clean everything up now. Margot sighs and begins to go to work, grabbing bodies and dragging them across the bar toward the exit near the stage. It's always locked, for situations like this, but Margot has a key.

Pam, after eating the man, glances at the front door. Eric went outside, probably to think or go see his little girlfriend.

She tilts her head and starts to do the same, making her way outside. Eric is in the middle of the parking lot, pacing back and forth. His brows are furrowed and his lips are set in a hard line, "Eric, let's go somewhere else for the night. It's not safe here." Pam says to him, growing uncomfortable in her bloody dress. It's sticking to her body and it reeks of alcoholism and adultery.

He snaps out of his daze and stops pacing, staring over at his progeny. He nods once and strolls past Pam to enter the bar. The blonde woman watches him, a concerned look on her face. Before he can open the door and use the phone, Margot bursts outside, nearly hitting him with the door. Her eyes are wide and her lips are slightly parted.

"Henry called," She says, wringing her bloody hands together, "He found a bunch of dead... faeries." She finishes. Eric's expression is similar now, with widened eyes and his head tilted. His mind races as he processes Margot's words. He hasn't heard of such creatures in over 3 centuries. He's never even seen one. But he knows of their ethereal beauty and delicious blood.

Pam has only heard of these creatures as well, but not any of the details. She just knows of their existence.

"Where?" Eric demands, eyebrows furrowed and lips curled in a snarl.