Pamela Swynford De Beaufort (iamnotahooker) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-07-19 21:06:00 |
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WHO: Pamela Swynford De Beaufort
WHAT: Arriving in Lawrence
WHEN: This evening
WHERE: Graveyard
WARNINGS: Expletives. So high.
Fucking Sookie. Fucking fairy and her god damn complicated life. She ruined and complicated everything. Pam still didn't understand why Eric even bothered with her. Crack blood be-damned, that woman wasn't worth half the trouble that she caused everyone around her. Pam was so tired of dealing with Sookie and the various problems she caused. She wasn't, however, stupid enough to think that that girl owing her wasn't worth while. That was the only reason she was helping her. That was the only reason she'd agreed to turn that dumb bitch Tara. How many times had she wanted to kill the girl herself? Pam had lost count, honestly. She didn't want another progeny, truth be told. She'd already had a go at that with Colin way back when. That hadn't worked out and she was sure that she was just not meant to be a maker! She wasn't Eric. Sure, she was great and strong and had a good number of wonderful things about herself, but she was definitely not a maker.
So, even though she'd agreed to do Sookie a favor, she wasn't happy about it and she had absolutely no plans of actually being there for the girl either. She was going to make the girl into a vampire and then she was Sookie and Lafayette's problem. That was the deal that they'd made and that was the deal that she was sticking with too. Of course there had been other provisions in this deal. She wasn't going to go to the ground with that girl's practically ruined body in any good clothing. So, Sookie'd provided an awful alternative that was a fucking monstrosity. It was an awful ugly yellow sweat suit with a fucking kitten and flowers on the front of the sweater. And the colors didn't even quite match all over. It was something that even a grandmother would be ashamed to wear. It had the ugly ass cuffs at the bottom of the pantlegs and the sleeves. Even getting dirt all over it hadn't helped in the least.
It was probably a good thing that Pam was dead to the world most of the time that she was in that damn thing. Otherwise she would have been hell to deal with, considering how much she hated what she was wearing.
She was only just now coming to, which meant that the sun was down and that it was time to find out if Tara was going to be fucktarded. Not that she cared. With as much of her head that had been blown off, though, she might be. That could have easily healed leaving parts of her brain out. Or not work at all. Pam didn't care, it was those humans that did. She'd done her part. As Pam's awareness came completely to, she realized that something was off, though. She couldn't feel the corpse that had been next to her. There was no way that a baby vamp had woken up before her, she knew that. So, Pam started to dig her way out of this hole she was sleeping in. It took a few moments, not that those idiot humans were all that great at digging a place to go to ground.
When her hand felt air, Pam doubled her efforts and it was mere moments before she was climbing out of the ground. And what she saw when she came up was not that ugly ass house that Sookie's senile grandmother had left her. Nope. It was a god damned graveyard. And not the graveyard between Bill's place and Sookie's. It looked different. It was....smaller and the air felt different. It wasn't as hot. The entire look was different, as was the smell. And the more she looked around the more off she realized it was. Sookie and Lafayette would have been outside and waiting for her and their precious Tara to wake up. And it wasn't as if they could have picked up the fucking house and moved it.
Pam stood there a moment, feeling the hunger rising in her belly and her irritation rising by the second. She didn't know what the fuck this was, but she didn't like it that was for sure. She was stuck in this damn get up and she was definitely not in Louisiana anymore. There was no way that she'd been moved, not without some major fucking magic at work and the question was what kind of magic let someone or something move a vampire out of the ground without burning them at all or having them aware of what had happened in the least. Pam hadn't ever heard of it before that was for damn sure. And she wasn't going to deal with this sort of shenanigan now either.
It didn't matter that she was covered in dirt, or that she was wearing the retarded walmart sweat suit that even a grandmother wouldn't touch. She was a vampire on a mission. It didn't take her long at all to find people. Nor did it take her long at all to get looks and stares. She didn't even say anything, instead finding someone and catching their eye. Glamouring was easy and it was the easiest way for her to get what she wanted right about now. She escorted the woman into an alley and proceeded to ask the questions she had. She was far from happy with the answers too. Kansas, she was in fucking Kansas. And there was a communication board that she could get on to talk to people. Very little else was useful. All she knew about vampires was that Twilight bullshit. Pam, before releasing the woman, took the time to satisfy her hunger, drinking from the woman. Afterward she cut her finger on her fang, rubbing her blood over the bite marks and then instructed the woman to forget what had just transpired and to leave.
Kansas. What the fuck was she doing in Kansas? Whoever was responsible for this was going to pay. They had no idea who the fuck they'd pissed off that was for damn sure. She had so much better stuff to be dealing with right now!