June 7th, 2010



Pam ran her fingers over the purse longingly. The lambskin was decadently soft, but ridiculously fragile. It would never survive Fangtasia and the styling wasn't exactly right.

With a reluctant sigh she left the store and froze. Sniffing the air she smiled. Her stalker had returned. He had a predilection for rape and an inability to distinguish humans from vampires.

Pam recalled a contact who dealt in exotic hides. With an exciting new project in mind, she slipped into a dark alley and pondered whether it would be easier to ship a skin or an intact body to New York.


trueblood100challenge #17: run