𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
❝like a moth to a flame, she always returns to me❞
Dakota Elkins is no stranger to the supernatural with her being a telepath and vampires out of the coffin, but when one winds his way into her cousins...
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THE SKIN ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF HER FACE WAS DECOMPOSING AND LOOKED LIKE IT WAS ABOUT TO MELT OFF OF THE BONE. Dakota was at a loss for words as she looked at Pamela in an empty Fangtasia. The bar had been closed for some days now as she had searched for a way to reverse the spell on their maker, and Eric was asleep for the day. The blonde had gone to Shreveport after a somewhat panicked phone call from her vampire sister.
"Don't you dare say it." Pam was livid as she paced around the room and shot her a glare when Dakota opened her mouth to try and tell her that it wasn't as bad as it looked. "Those fucking witches."
Pam took a lot of pride in the way she looked and her face was something she was most proud of, besides her long legs. Dakota saw the utter rage behind her blue eyes as she came to a halt in front of her, long black dress flowing behind her. It looked like she was dressed for a funeral, her own most likely as the rest of her skin had the same fate as her face.
The vampire had met with the new King of Louisiana, Bill, the night before and he had forbidden her to seek her revenge on the coven.
"What can I do?" asked Dakota, eyes not tearing away from the flaps of loose skin on her cheek.
"No one knows you're a vampire." Pam snarled, though the anger wasn't directed at her. "I can't even smell it on you. Bill has forbidden any vampires to hurt humans or else he'll get the authority involved. I want you to see the witch and get some insight. Use your telepathy or something."
"Okay," she agreed, brows furrowed as Pam began to pace once more. "I'll go this afternoon."
Pamela agreed and halted her steps, her eyes narrowing as she turned to glance at her. "You should know, Koko. One of your human friends was there. Lafayette. He did this to me, too."
"Lafayette?" she frowned, brows pulled together. Despite she hadn't seen him in the last week, she couldn't believe he had joined some secret witch coven. It was not like him at all. "Lafayette isn't involved with witches. He would have told me."
"Well, he is." Pam stated, crossing her arms over her chest. "And I don't care you're friends with him. If my face isn't fixed in the next day, I will tear out his throat."
"Let me handle it, okay?" she asked, knowing fully well what Pam was capable of whenever she was angry. "I'll go right now, call you after."
"Fine," sighed Pam, taking a seat at the bar with a pained moan as Dakota made a move to leave the premises but halted when she continued. "how is he?"
Dakota turned back to face her and bit the inside of her cheek. "Safe. Though, he killed Sookie's fairy godmother and ran off into the night before and I found him in the lake somewhere in the morning. Just in time, too. He was starting to burn. I don't think he will be leaving the house again anytime soon."
