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home message comment Basic Info Age 35, looks 45. Jacob has worked a lot of jobs. He was a carnie in the Carnivale Macabre. He's been a thief, he's done time in prison. But his most marketable skill is bartending. That and magic. Personality Not optimistic about his future, Jacob is a drifter, sans any real hope or enduring direction. Once upon a time he was a dreamer and a hopeful romantic, back before life beat him down, a long, long time ago. Abilities Jacob is a Pyrotechnical warlock. He can control fire and smoke. Plus he does a few other small tricks. HEADER I have been a warlock for a thousand years, or so it seems these days. Born into a family of wiccans, and raised to live, breath, and take sustenance from magic since before I can remember, sorcery is in my blood, literally and figuratively. After fledging from my serene homeland, I traveled the world over, searching for something that continues to elude me. I am not aware of the target of my search, only that it is out there, waiting to fulfill my life - to complete me. Along the journey, my magical skills have grown and my wits have sharpened, but all the while I have become increasingly sardonic and melancholy. After the law came a little too close for comfort in Mississippi, I drifted west to northwestern rural Louisiana. Vampire country. Vamps plus all sorts of other menacingly curious people and creatures � the fae, shifters, wolves, witches � basically the whole damned Piggly Wiggly shopping list of freaks, misfits, and monsters. Plus all the people who live on the edge: meth addicts, drug dealers, the desperate, poachers, and others who were just plumb crazy. A lot of solitary folk here, too, people who like to keep to themselves. Off the grid socially and ethically. The sum total equates to something like Deliverance meets The Werewolf versus Dracula (Jacob is a fan of really bad old movies). And so I came to be a bartender at a vampire club called Fangtasia. And that�s where this story begins anew.

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I hope we can work on something together.  ℓiρstick & ғangs Feb 6th 2019 - 8:16 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User Pamela listened to Jacob. A f***in’ carnival? “You are literally a circus freak,” she said to him. She could tell he held Rosalie in great esteem but Pam was just wondering what the f*** was going on and what they were going to do if someone came after them again. Her blue eyes didn’t even acknowledge the bucktooth when she gave Jacob his drink. She listened to Rosalie talk and lifted an eyebrow. Succubus huh? She could tell. The woman oozed sex. Pamela was used to being around vampires and the like who were similar but this woman brought it to another level. It reminded Pamela of a maenad. Just as she was thinking she didn’t like this man as key thing because she had a sneaking suspicion Eric would be involved, her damn Maker walked through the door. She turned to look at him and gagged while he blew Sookie a kiss. When asked what did he miss, Pamela quickly switched to the tongue they used to discuss matters when they wanted no one to hear them. She explained about Felipe de Castro and now about this succubus - a little worried Eric might try something with the succubus for fun and get himself hurt in the process - and gestured to Jacob. “Oh and he worked at a circus.” She finished. Then she did something surprising and Pamela shut up and listened. She allowed Eric to be himself and launch into planning mode. ‘Are you hurt?’ he asked her in Norwegian. She shook her head no and pointed at Jacob. ‘He got me out before anything bad could happen,’ she replied still in the foreign language. Eric put a hand on her head and she closed her eyes happily. ((Ooc; Thank you for your patience. I am returning slowly to writing so things are a bit shorter than I’d like I’m afraid but I felt i owed you too long so best to send it. I hope as we write I start flushing out my writing again. Thank you!)) ℓiρstick & ғangs Jun 9th 2018 - 10:56 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User ‘Hello Rosalie. What brings you to Shreveport?’ Jacob’s words reverberated in Pamela’s mind. The little f***ing cunt knew who this was? Well then this was going one of two ways. Either it was going really well because Rosalie and Jacob hit it off well, or it was going down like her pumps in mud because she didn’t put it past Jacob to have been a little d*ckhead to the poor woman standing in front of them. Then Rosalie began to speak and Pam’s world was about to be rocked in a way she was not fond of. The first thing out of her mouth when the world had stopped shifting was “I am not his girlfriend,” right as she recognized Merlotte’s Bar and the waitress headed their way stopped short at her words. She said something about never seeing Pam at the bar before let alone denying who she’d slept with. “Shut it, cupcake, I’m not here because I want anything to do with your dinghy diner.” Her blue eyes dismissed the waitress immediately and turned their attention back at Rosalie. “Why the f uck do you think Jacob and I - more importantly, I - will help you do anything? Your arrogance can almost rival the buck tooth’s here.” Her golden curls bounced as she tilted her head to indicate the Stackhouse girl. “And you,” she rounded on Jacob, “you know this woman how? And make the story short and to the point because you’ve gotten me into some deep sh*t and you better get me out of it, fast.” Her calculating eyes glanced around the rest of the diner. “And all of y’all better get back to minding your own business, capisce?” Her fangs punctuated the italian word to underscore her point and suddenly everyone was busy and the place was bustling with movement again. ℓiρstick & ғangs Mar 11th 2017 - 9:24 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User � � � � � � � Pamela had been completely forgotten by Felipe de Castro as his anger turned to face Jacob and the increasing mess that was happening in the other room. Her blue eyes looked to her hireling and she had the sinking feeling that he had not in fact been the one to incite such a spell. Confused by this, Pamela decided this was the distraction they needed to get away. Before Felipe could get his hands back on her or on Jacob instead, Pamela vamp sped in Jacob's direction, picked him up and vamp sped out the door and into the chaos. It was like a tornado had been transposed into the room with the sheer force of the wind and the objects being thrown around. Pamela could barely move forward in this mess and she clung to Jacob's form whom she'd thrown over her shoulder. With strength and perseverance, she made it a few steps forward but they were being pelted by the wind and by assorted bar objects such as cups, liquors, trays, chairs, tables, signs, anything that had been picked up by the force of the wind. ������������� "If this is like a tornado, there should be the eye of the storm in the middle," Pamela called out to Jacob, unsure if her words were being carried by the wind as well or if he'd heard what her idea was. Whether it was the right idea or not still remained to be seen as she was being hit and cut by different objects - of course she was healing almost instantly from them but they were slowing her path and the strength of the wind itself was another barrier. She put Jacob on the ground in front of her and chose to push him instead of carrying him, thinking and hoping that this would be an easier way to push forward instead of having him awkwardly perched on her shoulder. The one thing that she was hoping would not happen would be to reach the eye of the storm and find who the caster was - and find out that it was not a friendly caster. Pamela had a bad history with witches and it would not be the first time that she'd run into a warlock or witch that she didn't get along with. But this seemed to be the only way that Felipe couldn't follow them. ������������� The blonde couldn't look behind her but she knew that Felipe had reached the door and was watching their advance or as much of it as he could see. After a while, it would be hard to see through the wind tunnel that was being produced and Pamela and Jacob would be lost to Felipe's eyes. But it would still take the two a good half hour if not longer or pushing through baby steps at a time to reach the middle of the storm, something that could've easily taken them five minutes without the encumberment of wind and pelted items. When she pushed Jacob and found no more resistance, Pamela knew they had just entered the eye of the storm. She looked around and was surprised to find a figure standing in the middle, her arms raised to the sky. She was beautiful with her amber colored skin, wild brown curls and what seemed like thunders rolling over her eyes. Pamela's own blue ones turned to Jacob. "Your turn, bigshot. You're the warlock here, handle this." She pushed Jacob forward and towards the woman who seemed to be ignoring the two of them for now while she cast such a powerful spell. Pamela wasn't sure if she was a witch or something completely different like a goddess of some sort but she hoped that Jacob would be able to tell. ℓiρstick & ғangs Feb 10th 2017 - 6:22 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User The Tru Blood in Pam's hands was long forgotten as she waited to figure out what would happen next. She'd never drank from the disgusting drink, having it in her hands mostly for show. As the time seemed to tick by slowly, she noticed that Jacob wasn't exactly the best dancer in the world and this amused Pam in a way that she was sure was not appropriate for the situation. After all, Pamela wasn't sure what she expected. Perhaps to go unnoticed or perhaps to at the very least prepare Jacob for what was going to come next. Because, after all, if she was noticed there was no escaping Felipe de Castro's questions. She was evaluating her options but knew that she was basically cornered. There was nothing she could do now other than wait for the inevitable to happen and hope that perhaps Felipe wouldn't recognize her. Fat chance, however. In a distant past, he'd wanted to marry Pamela in an effort to tie up Eric's loyalty to himself and pull him away from Sophie-Anne. He'd tried to woo the Viking's progeny and had been wildly unsuccessful. At any rate, the chances of him not recognizing Pam were slim to none. And when the two goonies seemed to show up out of thin air on either side of Pam, she knew she'd been right. Her blue eyes rolled in Jacob's direction as they each grabbed her by the arm and surprisingly gently escorted her off the dance floor. She knew that was mostly for looks rather than because they were worried about causing her any harm. They didn't, however, escort Jacob and Pam didn't turn to look at the warlock, hoping beyond hope that he wouldn't just walk out of here and leave her behind but he'd actually do something to try and help her. What he could do, she wasn't sure. The men escorted her towards Felipe who lifted a brow at her and turned and walked into the Staff Only area, which turned out to be an office space. He took a seat behind a chair and opened the buttons on his suit jacket before sitting so that his jacket wouldn't have any wrinkles in it. They brought over a chair for Pam and placed her into it then each took a seat close to but behind Pamela. She crossed her legs and tilted her head so that her curls fell forward and over her shoulder. Then she kept a sardonic smile plastered on her face. Neither of them said a word to each other. Felipe instead motioned to one of his henchmen who stood up and left. The silence would be deafening if Pamela didn't know better than to be the one to talk first. Typically, she'd be opening her sassy mouth and saying whatever came to mind first. But in this case� oh, in this case she knew Felipe had more than a thousand years as her senior and that she should be quiet until he was ready to speak. So they sat there, eyeing each other. Felipe making sure that his dark eyes looked over every inch of Pam. Where his eyes landed, Pam's skin crawled like she'd been attacked by maggots. She despised Felipe even though he was as charming of a vampire as she'd ever met. But she knew he was the one behind the attack on Fangtasia now and the attack on her life and she could not, would not, forgive him for this. It was typical vampire fighting and politicking: try to murder each other, then sit together and have a drink and act like nothing happened. Well, Pam wasn't about to follow the rules of the game. When the waiter walked in, Felipe gestured him forward but Pamela noticed there was something about this waiter. His smell was familiar. Pam didn't give anything away, her blue eyes focused on Felipe and never once touching the waiter or anywhere else in the room. If this was Jacob, which he smelled like Jacob smelled but the vampire couldn't be sure, then she wanted even less attention attracted to him. What in the world was he doing? And how the f uck was he doing it? He looked differently than himself though if she were able to look closely she'd see that he was posing as someone who resembled him enough. However, the important part was that Felipe had not noticed anything. He took the drink from his hand and gestured that the other drink should be offered to Pamela. As the Jacob-waiter turned the drinks to Pam, she lifted one without moving her eyes off of Felipe's face. This pleased him and he smiled at Pamela. She wasn't quite decided whether to throw it at his head or in his face yet. Before she could make up her mind, he began to speak to her. 'My dearest Pamela, it is a pleasure to see you.' His voice lilted and danced and would be incredibly alluring if Pamela didn't know any better. 'It has been too long since we have been in and enjoyed each other's company.' The way he said it made it sound like the two of them had had sex before and she knew he was just trying to get a rise out of her. Instead of doing anything, she lifted a brow at him. "Felipe," she said by way of greeting. Unsure of who made the drink, she refused to bring it up to her lips to drink. She would not trust anyone or anything in this room after what happened at Fangtasia. "I would say it's a pleasure but the words just leave such a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. I hate to lie." She jabbed, implying that she knew he was not telling the truth to her about anything. He laughed and it was a melodious one, almost as if he was singing. It made one want to laugh along with him but Pamela's sardonic smirk never left her face nor twitched one inch. 'I can see you have not changed, my dearest,' Felipe said then he brought his own cup to his lips and took a sip. 'You know, you really should have married me,' he said honestly then and Pamela was surprised at the honesty in his voice. 'It would have avoided this whole mess. Eric Northman would be under my protection and you, my darling, would have been as well.' She tried to understand what he was telling her but failed because she had no patience for vampire politics. "Just be clear with me and cut the bullsh*t, Felipe." She placed the drink on his desk and could see the displeasure it brought him as she was not using a coaster and that desk looked like it was very expensive indeed. 'Always so straightforward and to the point. There is no bullsh*t, Pamela. You two should have fallen in line with my plans. You didn't. Now, you pay. It's just politics, darling, you know this. Your maker should have taught you these things.' He chided Eric's teachings of Pam and she could feel the itch in her gums signaling she wanted to extend her fangs but she kept from it, knowing that Felipe would perceive that as a threat of violence. He'd insulted Eric by insulting the way he'd made and taught Pam and insulted Pam, calling her a baby vampire essentially. "You know better than anybody that I do not do vampire politics," she said, reminding him that he had essentially lost the battle back then and she would not let him win now either. Even if her situation seemed rather grim at the moment. Felipe laughed and then suddenly and with vampire speed was up and out of his chair, holding Pamela by the neck, her feet so far off the ground they dangled over the chair that she had been sitting on. He hissed at her and she hissed right back, fangs exposed. If f ucking Jacob was going to do something, this was likely the time to do it before Pamela turned into goo on the office floor. 'I do know that, Pamela. And you have forgotten that I do not like not having my way.' ℓiρstick & ғangs Feb 2nd 2017 - 5:23 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User The blonde didn't give a f uck if her hirelings liked or didn't like the fact that they got stuck with clean-up duty. She was paying them to do as they were told and nothing else. She spared a glace to make sure they were doing what they were supposed to be doing, and doing it well or else she'd have to clean up after them and she was not having that tonight. Then she turned her attention to the warlock she'd instructed to come with her. She rolled her eyes as Jacob gave the vampire his number, impatiently waiting to get going. She needed to understand what had caused Victor to open fire in her bar. She said nothing as the two of them walked out of Fangtasia as she thought about the situation they had just experienced. As they approached Jacob's car, she eyed it dubiously. "Are you sure this s hit works?" was all she said as she waited for him to clear off the seat and allow her to get inside. She could've just as easily used her vampire-speed to get to the club and had Jacob just follow her there but it would make less of a scene if she arrived with him. Especially after what had just gone down it would draw the wrong kind of attention if she arrived alone and in fact was likely dangerous. Kicking the outside of his car to check for sturdiness, she shrugged and climbed inside. She eyed the flyer that he handed her and wondered how they were able to get such a prime location. Must've been Felipe's contacts. But again, why? Why were they here and trying to compete with Fangtasia? The only answer that Pamela could come up with was that this game was being played at the top level of the vampire politics - between Felipe and Sophie-Anne specifically - and that she and Eric were getting caught in the cross-fire. She firmly believed they would find some sort of hint at the club that it was a front for something or other - a front for what remained to be seen. Right then, Jacob turned on the car and interrupted her thoughts with the radio blasting some obnoxious song. She rolled her eyes at him as he apologized to her. "Just drive," she said, wanting to be out of this damn vehicle already. Then she nodded as he spoke about the damage done to Fangtasia. She had already done a mental math of how much it was going to cost them and though it was a good chunk of money it's not like they didn't have any to spend. They would be fine; it just meant their profits weren't as good. If what Victor wanted was to end their operation, he didn't succeed. If all he wanted was to lower their profits for about a week, then he'd done well. It was really a wasted opportunity here. Perhaps his goal had been to maim Pamela and even then he'd not accomplished what he'd set out to do. When they arrived Pamela literally snorted. The location may have been good but the place itself was hideous. Of course, she was suspect and given the state of Fangtasia when she left it, probably shouldn't be judging 'the Vampire's Kiss'. Even the name was stupid, she thought. She shut the door of the car and walked towards the front door. When a cover-charge was asked from them by the vampire outside, Pamela simply rolled her eyes and allowed Jacob to pay for the both of them. Walking inside she rolled her eyes again. Any more and they were going to roll right out of her head at the rate they were going. The place reeked and she schooled her expression to her usual sardonic expression. At Jacob's question, Pamela shrugged a shoulder and turned her attention towards the bar. It spanned almost an entire wall towards the right of the room. She made her way assuming that Jacob would follow her towards the back portion of the bar, closest to what she guessed would be the backrooms. As she rounded the corner of the bar she saw the tell-tale STAFF ONLY sign hanging at the door and new her guess had paid off. She leaned towards the bartender and ordered blood. He looked at her bewilderedly and she lifted a brow. She was testing to see if there were any illegal activities being committed in this bar. But instead, she got back a question from the bartender: 'Do you mean Tru Blood lady?' Closing her eyes, she counted to ten and opened them again. "Go, be a dear, fetch a vampire some Tru Blood," she said mockingly. But it seemed to go above the bartender's head as he shrugged and turned to Jacob for his order before heading off to heat up that despicable liquid they insisted was bottled synthetic blood but tasted as repulsive to Pamela as what she imagined licking a wet dog would taste like. As she looked out over the crowd, she looked to see if she could recognize anybody. It seemed the bar was doing well with patronage but nobody that Pamela recognized. They catered to a similar and yet different demographic, it would seem. The bartender placed the Tru Blood in front of Pam on the bar and she lifted it with her fingers when her vampiric hearing picked up an accented voice she knew well. It came closer and closer, seemingly coming from the employee-only section of the bar. 'And when Victor returns, we shall get to that,' the voice was saying. F uck. Felipe. Pamela slammed her hand on Jacob's arm and tugged him away from the door and onto the dance floor. Her Tru Blood was still in her hand and she turned so that her back was to the door. "Do you see a Spaniard, tall, handsome, brown-hair and matching brown eyes coming through that door?" She whispered to Jacob, pretending like she was dancing along to the music, close enough so Jacob could hear but without touching him because she wasn't comfortable with being this close to a warlock. "That is Felipe de Castro," she hissed at him. She was too far now to hear what else the other vampire had to say but she knew that if she was caught here, it would be a problem. ℓiρstick & ғangs Jan 24th 2017 - 10:33 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User Pamela was hiding behind a table, for f uck's sake. She'd gotten hit a few times but simply pulled the bullets right out and they'd taken a few minutes longer to heal than usual. At least they had healed. They'd also hurt like a b itch. She was about to call for Jacob to f ucking DO something. She was stuck here and he wasn't going to be affected by the silver bullets the same way she would be. That and she expected everyone she hired at Fangtasia to be useful to her in some way, especially one with abilities such as his. And there was no better situation for him to do something than right now. But before she could call out his name, again, it seemed he finally got his a ss into gear and a plan in place. She couldn't quite see what was happening but she could hear the different noises that were being made. She knew there was more than one vampire, and she recognized one of them really well. Victor. The a sshole had returned to put bullets in her bar. And she could hear the noise of the Uzi being fired and saw the spattering of bullet holes made in the wall behind her. She would make those b astards pay for what they were doing to Fangtasia. A shot rang out, another one that was not the same as the ones before. A patron of the bar, coming to the rescue and getting rid of the vampire with the f ucking Uzi. She peered around the table just in time to see Victor being destroyed as well. Well, then. She stood up and started to dust herself off. She saw Jacob smile at her and giver her a thumbs up and she rolled her blue eyes at him. How could he be giving her the thumbs up? "Look at this place," she said instead of thanking the two that had helped her out. "If Victor's a ss wasn't goo, I would be staking him myself." She said almost to herself. She walked around and analyzed the damage. "Fangtasia's shut for the night. Everybody, OUT." �She of course meant the patrons. She stopped the one who had shot the other vampire. "You get a free drink on the house next time." He grinned at her with his fangs out and she rolled her eyes at him. "Don't make me regret it." He nodded and took off with the rest of his biker gang members. Some of the patrons had been hit and turned to goo; some of them were human. This was a problem because it meant they couldn't just clean up as easily as she thought. She went to the first human, bit her wrist open and let a few drops of blood fall onto the human's wounds. "Jacob, do we need an ambulance?" If she could avoid calling an ambulance to the establishment, that would be better. What had been Victor's motivation in all of this? She stood up after healing a few humans and shoved them out the door practically. "We need to clean this place up," she said to the Fangtasia workers and sent them all to collect towels and rags to clean up the goo on the floor. "We'll need a construction crew on site tomorrow to fix up the place," she told Jacob. He would be in charge of that as she was not able to be aboveground when it was sunlight out, especially if there was a construction crew in and out of here. "But first, we are going to check out Victor's club." The vampire had said he was here to open a club. Was that true? And if so, what would they find at the club? Anything incriminating or helpful to understand what this attack was about and whether Felipe de Castro, King of Nevada, was behind it. ℓiρstick & ғangs Jan 15th 2017 - 8:54 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User Pamela Swynford de Beaufort was dreaming about a delicious-looking redheaded esthetician with big pouty lips and a kiss that set fire to one's very soul. When Pam's blue eyes snapped open at sunset she almost sighed in disappointment. She'd have to find a redhead to drink from tonight and fulfill her literal fantasy. She pushed the lid to her pink coffin open and climbed out. She was grumpy when she first awoke at night, especially on nights that Eric Northman left her in charge of Fangtasia. That and she hated waking up in the f***ing Fangtasia basement. She enjoyed it more when she was able to spend time luxuriating at a hotel or a spa. Anywhere but this rank and damp place. Her vampiric hearing could hear the hired help, Jacob, upstairs and knew he was already setting up for the night. It was a Friday, one of the busiest nights at Fangtasia, but that also meant the revenue was really good and Pam could get behind money. "Ginger!" she called out before remembering the girl was off in NOLA for a specific mission. The blonde vampire had been the one to glamour the woman before she left. F***, guess she was going to have to get ready by herself. She began to work on curling her hair, using her vampiric speed to finish in record-breaking time. Then she moved on to choosing the outfit for the night, a little black number that always had the patrons drooling all over the floor she walked on. Finally, she finished the outfit with a pair of Jimmy Choo's and precise make-up, her winged eyeliner perfectly drawn. It was nearly 7:30 p.m. when Pamela was finished and ascended the basement stairs to the bar. Jacob was wiping down the bar and whistling and Pam half-waved a hand at him in greeting as she passed him on her way to set up Eric's throne where she'd park herself for the rest of the night, receiving the admiring glances of the fangbangers in the room until she found her perfect redhead. Reaching the chair, she turned around and crossed her legs so that the dress climbed up her thighs a little. Perfect. Leaning back, she lazily watched as Jacob continued to wipe the bar. "You open tonight," she informed him, not wanting to move from her spot unless it was to sink her fangs into the firecrotch she was going to have tonight. Before either of them moved, however, the front door banged open and in walked a vampire that Pamela had not seen in a very long time. Victor Madden was the vampire King of Nevada's right hand man. Straightening up in her chair, Pamela glanced at Jacob before returning her attention to the vampire who ignored the warlock and crossed the floor to stand in front of Pamela. "Victor," she said by way of greeting in her typical monotone voice. 'Pamela,' he said back with a smile. "What brings you to our little piece of heaven?" she said sarcastically. The truth was she didn't give a f*** why he was here - she simply wanted him GONE. 'I think it is customary to alert a Sheriff of one's presence in his territory. Where IS Eric?' and he began to look around and noticed Jacob at that moment. "He is gone on Sophie-Anne's orders, you're speaking to his second in command," she said attempting to move the attention back on her. It wasn't out of selflessness - Pamela just didn't want to alert Victor that she had a warlock under her employment. Pamela wasn't too fond of witches and warlocks due to her past experience with them but it was a fact shared by most vampires. That and she did not want Victor knowing much about how they ran their little operation here. 'Hmm,' he said as he eyed Jacob once more before returning his attention to Pam. 'Then I am also here to let you know that we are opening our own nightclub in town.' The information hit Pamela like a ton of bricks to the face. It was a good thing she had years of experience schooling her facial expressions. She continued to stare at Victor with a small sardonic smile on her face. "Is that so? And who has given you this permission?" 'King Felipe de Castro,' he stated and put his hands in his pockets. 'Is this a problem, Pamela dear?' She leaned back in her seat, placing an elbow on the chair and her chin on her fingers. "Of course not," she retorted. Inside, however, she was anything but calm. Why the f*** would Victor be given permission to create a bar that would rival Fangtasia? Eric was going to hit the roof when he returned to this information. Victor nodded at Pamela and turned to leave. As he reached the door, he turned around once more to face her. 'You should come visit, sometime,' he stated. Then, with a touch of his fingers to his forehead, he was gone as quickly as he had come. "F*** a zombie," Pamela said out loud and curled her hand into a fist. "This isn't good," she was talking to herself, not really meaning for Jacob to respond to what he had just witnessed. Crossing her arms and leaning against the throne, she mulled over what had just happened. "Open the doors," she said to Jacob without paying attention. She was far-off in thought when she heard the monotonous beat of the music that was favored by young breathers nowadays playing from the Fangtasia speakers. She turned her look outwards into the crowd as they began to file in but was still not mentally present, wondering about the implications of a King allowing his right-hand man to open a business venture in another Queen's domain. What did this mean for Sophie-Anne? What did it mean for Eric? Were they making a move for Eric's Sheriff position? F***, this was certainly not good. Her blue eyes landed on a pretty red-head with nice pouty lips. Tilting her head, she lifted an eyebrow and began to eye-f*** the girl, who seemingly responded to Pamela's advances. Standing from the chair, she was about to approach the woman when the door banged open for the second time tonight. "Victor, what the f***�" her words were cut off when something zoomed past her ear and it took her a second to recognize what that was. Silver bullets. She hit the ground in the next instant and the bullet aiming for her head missed. "Jacob!" she hissed at him as people around her began to drop to the ground and scream and run towards the front door. She began to crawl, military-style, behind a table. She couldn't get a good look at who was doing the shooting. "Jacob!" she called again, hoping the warlock would be able to do something while she was in a compromising position. Add Comment