Pam (i_wearpink) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2012-09-15 19:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan echolls, pamela ravenscroft |
O brother, there art thou (Logan)
Pam stood in the middle of what used to be Fangtasia. She didn’t move. She just stood there in her khakis and cashmere. There were small red spots on the pink, and if one only looked at the sweater, one might think the strange pattern had been on purpose. If one moved closer, or one had preternatural senses, one would know what was on her sweater was blood, and it wasn’t human. If one actually looked at her face, one would see the telltale traces of the vampire’s tears on her cheeks.
The petite vampire had worked hard with and for Eric to build up the hole in the wall place in a hole in the wall city of Shreveport. She’d worked damn hard to make it a booming business, and could be credited for part of its success. This was partly hers, and now...now some fucknut of an unseen entity had come in and ruined it.
She might brush away the tears with words, saying that the decor hurt her soul or some such, but it was the very nature of the beast that brought forth tears. Or more the very undoing of the bar as she had helped to make it.
So, there she stood, still as a statue. The bloody tears dried to her cheeks and her sweater. She knew eventually she would have to stop moping, but at the moment, she didn’t really care to.
The bar still hadn’t reopened, but there was a lot of work to do to make sure it was ready when it did. Logan hadn’t visited it before the change, but even he could see just how wrong things had gone. He let himself into the bar, ready to get back to work. He noticed the petite blonde right away. He knew who she was, of course. He’d seen her at Eric’s wedding, even if he hadn’t had the chance to talk to her then.
She was his sister in a way, he supposed. He didn’t quite know how to feel about that because he hadn’t exactly had the best of histories when it came to sisters. All the same, he took a few steps towards the other vampire.
“Are you okay?”
He wasn’t always comfortable with the emotional stuff, but even he knew that if a woman was crying you asked if she was okay.
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Pam didn’t say anything at first. She stood quietly and stared out before her. Then as if something switched on in the small vampire, she turned quickly, attacking. Or more shoving the younger although taller vampire into the wall and holding him there by the throat. Her fangs flashed as she spoke.
“You did not see this. You never saw this.” She didn’t motion to her sweater or her cheeks to explain what “this” was. “Am I understood?”
Showing emotions wasn’t new to Pam, but showing such weakness wasn’t good either. She had to adapt, move on, not become so very attached. She couldn’t act like some weepy human, and being caught by someone she still didn’t know in such a position seemed dangerous.
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Logan might be fast, but Pam was faster. He looked down at the tiny blonde, doing his best not to show any apprehension. He did smirk just a bit. While he wouldn’t tell anyone, it had happened and he had seen it. That gave him an edge over his sibling. All the same, Logan wiped the smirk off quickly.
“See what?”
He gave her a conspiratorial smile. Yes, her secret was safe with him.
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"I could kill you now. Save Eric time if you're going to be stupid." Pam's hand tightened on her brother's throat, fangs still showing as she spoke. "For now I'll let you live, but you bring trouble of any kind to our family..." There was a flash of something in her eyes, and she was not the sweet little Alice with fangs anymore. She was a true killer, one who just might like such violence. Most of their kind did.
"You know how that ends." She let Logan go, stepping back and looking over her sweater as if to pick off unseen bits of lint. "I'm Pam. You are Logan, yes? None of the others would actually look at me like that."