He didn't rise that night.
The sun was down, the moon came out, but Eric was nowhere to be seen. Pam decided to give herself a nice long manicure, to enjoy the time off. Chow was rearranging the alcohol. Fangtasia was closed that night, and they were all supposed to be hearing some exciting news. At least that was Eric had said the previous night. But it was already long after dark, and the vampire hadn't appeared. Pam wondered what was taking him so long.
At midnight, bored and trying to figure out what to do, Pam decided to go see what was holding her boss back and found something she didn't expect. Eric, the big old threatening vampire was asleep on the couch of his office, curled up in a ball. His eyes were squeezed shut and there was something that looked like saliva on the corner of his mouth. The picture of rest. Something was very off there.
"Eric? Are you all right?" she asked, not getting too close, just in case. "Eric?"
She shook him lightly, but to no avail. Then, getting more anxious, shook him harder. No reaction. She tried again, and this time her boss' right arm fell limply to his side. This couldn't be good.
Suddenly, she caught an odd smell. Could be it be... blood? No, there couldn't be a human there, she would've noticed. Yet, something seemed to be moving behind Eric's desk. Maybe it was just an animal or something like that. She certainly hoped it was. No such luck.
When she looked behind the desk, she found a tiny human moving, and making funny noises. It was a blonde and blue-eyed baby, and he was playing with a set of Eric's keys. Right now, Pam didn't know if she should be freaked out, scared or relieved. She only knew that too many odd things were happening at once, and wished to know what to do.
She tried to wake Eric again, to ask him what the hell was going on. She used more aggresive methods now, but it was of no use. Someone had gotten IN there (inside Fangtasia, in Eric's office) and done that to a-thousand-year-old-vampire. And they had left a present.
Then, as if it was a part of a horror movie, that baby looked at her and said:
"Ou Pam?"
Pam felt like screaming, but decided she was too elegant for that. Instead, she said:
"Chow... we have a problem."
Sookie's drive from work to her place had been extraordinarily cheerful. She sang country song from an old tape she had on, said hello to the owls and smiled. Her shift was finished, and she had two whole free days now. Ah... freedom. How good it felt.
She was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn't see the bunch of people in her doorstep. Almost. They were people they knew but in the most unlikeliest situation she ever thought possible. Chow had in his arms and apparently sleeping Eric (odd) and Pam was holding, just as if it was biohazard...wait, it couldn't be. She never thought she'd use the words "Pam" and "baby" in the same sentence, but there it was. Pam was holding a baby.
"Sookie, you've been helpful in the past." Pam started, solemn. "Please do help us now."
A/N: Angsty story with a baby involved! How was it? Was it a good start? Should I continue? Let me know any thoughts or ideas you have! You know you want to review! Review!