When the magister ordered Eric and Pam to operate a video store in 1986, Pam had been furious, and Eric was heartbroken. The Yakuza killed Eric's human girlfriend, making him choose between Pam and her. It was Eric's fault, he and Pam were being sloppy. Sloppy enough to get the attention of the vampire authority. So they were made to lie low in Shreveport, Louisiana.

Of course, he chose Pam over the human. Pam was his child, his progeny. He loved her unconditionally. Though she could be annoying at times, she was funny. She hates humans and thinks she's superior to them. She especially hates their fondness for porn.

Family-friendly films were on the first floor, while the porn was held in the basement. They got most of their business in the basement, much to Pam's annoyance. She hated human men and their lecherous gazes. Pam likes women and men, in this town she prefers women.

Eric hated humans once, for a few centuries. Pam was only young, he understood her opinion but didn't agree with it. There could've been many reasons for Pam's hatred but there was one that stuck out. Pamela Swynford De Beaufort owned a brothel in the 1800s, she was a pimp. And a nice one, too. As nice as someone like Pam could be.

On her way to a lover's house, she'd almost been assaulted by a man, but Eric killed him. And then to force him to turn her, she slit her wrists after they'd shared a bed.

Eric was furious, he'd never turned anyone before that moment. When Pam climbed out of her grave Eric was waiting at the top, covered in dirt and angry. Pam wanted to climb back into her grave and lay right back down. An angry 1,000-year-old Viking was scary enough, now she could hear everything. Cicadas chirping and birds cawing. Pam hated cicadas, an opinion the rest of the world shared.

A list of everything Pam hated would probably fill an entire Harry Potter book. Pam would rather they own a bookstore than a Blockbuster. There was an entire section of the store dedicated to vampire films. It mocked her and Eric every time they passed. Pam also hated Shreveport, as well as the entire state of Louisiana. She hated rednecks more than the South. Their ignorance was astounding at times, as well as irritating.

They did have some good vampire movies though, some funny campy ones. Some of them took themselves too seriously.

Pam and Eric stood at the counter, Eric signed a sheet of paper handed to him by a delivery man. They were getting some newly released movies, thanks to Eric's glamour. The delivery man put the sheet back into his clipboard and bent down to grab some boxes off the dolly. He balanced three of them and set them on the counter beside the vampires.

"Y'all have a good night." He said, with a small wave, kicking the back of his dolly and exiting the video store through a back door.

They didn't respond. Pam flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder and just stared at him. Her grey-blue eyes were sharp and wide. Eric eyed the man too but not for long.

He shook his head once the door closed behind him, "Rude fucks." He said. He didn't know how to feel after the awkward exchange, so he chose anger.

Pam rolled her eyes and pulled herself onto the counter to sit while Eric opened the boxes.

"From Dusk Till Dawn." Eric read the cover of a new movie. Another vampire movie. When would it end? Humans and their obsession with the undead was getting out of hand. It seemed like they'd rejoice at the idea of vampires being real. But that was rarely the case. Every time a human found out that Eric or Pam was a vampire, they'd usually freak out. Or they'd ask to be bitten. "Fang bangers", that's what Eric and Pam called them. They didn't invent the term. But sometimes Pam wished she did. Fang bangers thought vampire blood was sacred, and they practically begged to be eaten. You could also call them "vampire sympathizers".

Of course vampires didn't see it that way, humans were just meals. Feeding means nothing, more often than not. And most vampires thought so. Some were "mainstreaming" which either meant you loved a human or had a willing lunch. Younger vampires were inclined to accidentally kill humans, not possessing the control that an older vampire would have. When Pam turned she was different, she felt just the same as she did when she was human. She always hated people, but when she turned the list of what she hated grew. Werewolves especially. They stunk of body odor, more than any human.

Eric and Pam didn't want to mainstream. But the vampire authority had been attempting to mainstream for a few years. And with Eric's position as Sheriff of Area 5. He had to agree, or at least pretend to, with everything the authority said. Pam didn't though. But if Eric told her to, she would.

"When did we become a fantasy for teenage girls?" Pam scoffed, dropping one of the new movies "Interview with the Vampire" onto the counter. Tom Cruise was on the cover, standing next to Brad Pitt. Pam shook her head, "Fucking Hollywood." Most older vampire movies were focused on the terrifying nature of their kind. But they kept making them more attractive. They weren't wrong in that sense, but Pam cringed every time she watched a vampire fall in love with a human on screen. Eric didn't bother watching vampire movies from the last decade or so. Pam tried to watch most of the movies in their store. It helped to be educated on what you were selling.

They got to work setting up the movies, putting some behind the counter for them to watch together later. Pam noticed as Eric put a movie behind the counter and she raised a perfect brow. He picked a vampire movie that neither of them had seen.

At her gaze, Eric smirked over his shoulder and continued to put the movies away. The two used their normal speed in favor of their vampire speed. They didn't want to risk getting caught, especially in a shitty shopping center. The video store was open all day and all night. But they didn't have anyone to work the day shift, their last employee found Pam eating her dinner. They glamoured him away after he freaked out. Eric wanted to eat him but he didn't smell so appetizing. Eric had different tastes after living for so long. All humans smelled different, but Eric preferred women. Most of the Southern men had a sour taste to them, probably all the drinking and wife beating they did.

It was about seven o'clock in the evening, the sun went down about 30 minutes ago. They had to close for the morning, which didn't matter. A lot of their business occurred at night. But they didn't make much money owning a video store, they made more in the 80s when they started.

Eric didn't mind Louisiana so much. The humans were welcoming, a select few weren't of course, but a lot of them had nice blood. Nice meaning they spent a lot of time in the sun, and it was very hot outside. He could smell the sunshine on their skin and clothes. Sometimes it made him envious, he wanted the same for himself. But mostly, he didn't care. He liked being a vampire, he'd been running from death for 1,000 years and it was exhilarating. exhausting too.

"Oh fuck it." Pam flipped the open sign and soon all the movies were put away.

Eric rolled his eyes, "Pamela don't be so reckless." He teased, and Pam ignores him, going over to flip the sign again. At a normal pace this time.