Okay so here I am again. This came together sooner than I thought. Thanks to consecutive snow storms and school cancellations I am able to post my first chapter. This story is the second installment of the Viking and the Valkyrie. If you haven't read it, you will get lost. There are many references as well as events that occurred in that story that are relevant in this one. For all of you who went on my first adventure with me…welcome back and saddle up it's going to be a bumpy ride.

I want to let you all know ahead of time what I'm doing differently. I will not be doing monster postings. For two reasons, first it is much harder to edit and people have said it is difficult to read and find your place if a distraction comes about etc. Secondly I am missing out on reviews. Yes I am an absolute junkie for them. Other than the ego boost I really am very interested in what the people who have read my story think. I strive to capture certain thoughts and feelings throughout the story. The reviews let me know if I succeed. I enjoy how different people interpret different events that transpire. I love the predictions the most. Mostly I feel like people are reading when I see reviews. It also attracts other people to the story.

Was that enough barefaced whoring for reviews? Or shall I continue. No matter I'll find out soon enough . How does that song go… "I aien't too proud to beg" Nope I'm not...please review

The relationship between Pam and Dermot got a lot of attention and I was so pleasantly surprised. It was something that kind of just happened. So who better to kick off the story than everybody's finely dressed vampire? I will inform you she gets us off to a steamy start.

I was curious about something if people ask questions on the review section is it best to address them here at the beginning of the new chapter update or send private messages? I wasn't sure how to properly go about that.

***I do not own these characters. They belong in full to Charlene Harris****

That's it for the preliminaries and formalities. Enjoy!

Pam

Chapter One

Fucking Fairies

I would just like to go on the record and say I am not a supporter of vampires in relationships. Outside of having favorite pets or casual encounters we should be detached. It was what Eric thought me. For a long time this principal was our only truth. Things change. Eric was bonded to a human woman who he loved above all else. He was even going to marry her human style. It was now true that I have lived to see everything. I have grown fond of Sookie. I respect her. She was worthy of my master; intelligent; gifted; pretty. She has defended Eric valiantly. She has saved his life more than once and mine as well. With all that in mind I still stand by a fore mentioned position. It was just so much trouble.

That was why when I met the fairy I did not see it coming. Falling for him was not even on the list of the many things I wanted to do to him. I did not know what it was about this family of fairies that affected mine so strongly. I distinctively remember Alexei going ape shit for Jason. Dermot smelled like everything good in this world. He was beautiful. His blood was sweet. I am vampire. What else was there? That was all the justification I needed to provide myself with. Next to draining him I wanted to use him. His magical abilities would give us an edge. Not to mention the fact that he was a fighter. My planning was put to good use because he proved useful on several occasions.

Anyone who would dare pity Dermot for being in the clutches of a vampire clearly didn't know him. He had his motives for coming to me. To him I was nothing but a walk on the wild side; a tempestuous exploit that no other Fae would dare to endeavor. He wanted to master death incarnate. I have to come to learn that this temerarious trait was simply a part of who he was; willful; defiant to a fault (apparently it ran in the family). I was willing to let him test his swagger against mine. Our association had much potential to be mutually beneficial. Except I miscalculated by a large margin. We both did.

Dermot's blood got my attention but it was his personality that captivated me. He was everything I was and wasn't. Some nights I wanted to kill him. Other times I wanted to bury my body under his and blot out the rest of the world. He was my greatest adversary and my biggest admirer. He accepted all that I was with a boyish smile on his face. He understood me. There were things that I never had to explain to him. His age afforded him wisdom. He was almost five hundred years my senior. I hated dumb blondes. They ruined it for us all.

In the beginning it took a lot of effort not to drain him. Eric gave me an edict to prevent this. He would not deny me a willing taste of fairy. He also did not want me to kill Sookie's uncle. It never occurred to him that it was anything more than blood until I asked him to lift the edict. I wanted to test myself when I suspected that he was getting under my skin. I was reluctant to acknowledge what I felt. It was the greatest trial of my inner fortitude but I did it. In hindsight I should not have resisted. If I killed him I would never be in danger of loving him. Worse yet would be to love him more than me, which was unacceptable. I saw what having feelings were doing to Eric. Every waking moment when he was not with Sookie he was anxious. It clouded his judgment and his ability to see the big picture was affected. That had changed since she has grown to a warrior of sorts. Their love was still doomed to end in heartache for him. She did not want to be turned and so he would still have to say good bye. I wanted to learn from my maker. Mortals were fleeting snapshots in the sidelines of the infinite existence of vampire.

Those thoughts were clouding my mind as I flew to the home of my fairy. That day would soon come. I too knew I would have to say goodbye.

"What are you doing Pam? Why are you dragging this out?" I asked myself out loud. I had no answer. No matter, the question and all other doubts subsided as I reached his home. I hung outside his open window. I pulled in deep breaths and let his scent assault me. It was over powering. I had been away for too long. To say I have missed him was an understatement. He smelled like lavender and jasmine, with a hint of sunlight, peppered with the allure of man layered with a promise of something very sugary and sweet. That description was poor but it was the best the English language could afford me. Each fairy smelled different to a vampire. It was what made them so irresistible to us. They smelled like what you craved most.

From my place outside his window I could see that Dermot was naked. The blanket only concealed the lower half of his body. The plains of his sculpted back were exposed. His long hair was strewn carelessly about his face. Even then, he was breath taking (figuratively of course). His rugged appeal wasn't diminished even in sleep. He was fucking sexy. I struggled and tried to find a way to make this all bearable. Nothing came to mind mainly because my focus was shaken. I couldn't be this close to him and not touch him. The opening of his window was made for me. It was small and any other uninvited guest would have a difficult time fitting. The thought of someone invading his home made my fangs run out. He was not one to be taken lightly.

I was in the room for one of his heart beats but I was already naked except my underwear. He liked to do the honors. I crawled into his bed silently. His back was to me. I kissed my way from his tail bone to the back of his neck. About half way up his heart rate became irregular. I knew he was awake but he didn't move. He was unhappy with me for having gone so long without a word. He wasn't that angry because I was still in his bed. Judging by the force of his erection I would say I was staying. I kissed my way to his ear and trapped his lobe between my teeth. He tried to stifle a moan and didn't fully succeed.

"Are you awake?" My fingers were running through his hair brushing it away from his face.

His back was still to me as he replied. "It depends on who's asking." I chuckled at his tone. He was attempting to sound cheeky and unaffected by my advances but his voice shook as his anger weakened and his needs took over. His body knew my own. Try as he might he would yield. It was only a matter of time.

"The woman that owns you"

He scoffed. "In that case no, now go away" He would have been more believable if he wasn't leaning into me. I threw my leg over him and reached around to drag my nails lightly down his chest. His fingers were trailing the lace hem of my very minimal panties.

"I want what is mine" I purred as I nuzzled the crook of his neck. He shivered. He rolled onto his back and lifted me by my waist to straddle him. His eyes were boring into mine. He was able to detect emotion so I smothered my sadness with the biggest mental chains I could muster. It did not work. He knew me and he knew me very well. It was completely fucked up that he knew my moods without having a blood bond. His hands left my waist to cup my face. I felt dainty when he did this; like the nineteen year old girl I hadn't been in two centuries. He was uncouth and confrontational. I was one of the most reticent creatures in existence but like this, here and now both of our façades were stripped away. He held me like I was the most precious thing in this world. I held him like I never wanted to let him go.

"What troubles you?" I shrugged and smiled. I hated not being able to fool him but I found it stimulating as well. It kept me on my toes.

"I have missed you" He grinned and pulled up to kiss me. That was all it took for me to let go of the remnants of the melancholy that lingered in my chest. His kisses left my lips and trailed my neck. It left a blazing trail around my throat and down the middle of my chest. He flipped me on my back and continued his descent along my body. He ran slightly warmer than the average human his hands were all over me. Given my petite stature in comparison to his large build I was engulfed in his warmth. No part of was left out of it. I relished the sensation of hot and cold coalescing with such passion. I wanted to drown in it.

He pulled off the only piece of clothing between my core and him. He kissed the inside of my thighs and rubbed my breasts while running his thumbs over my already hardened nipples. I arched into him. His prowess with a sword was rivaled only by his talents in bed. The only lover I had that made me feel as good was Eric. I dare say Dermot was better. Eric was the first lover I have ever had. I really had no idea what I liked at the time. Our roles had been teacher and student. While I loved the sex we had and I enjoyed it immensely those roles didn't appeal to me. My taste had also moved to women predominantly. This was different. I loved Dermot. It was strange and downright insane but it was true. Every stroke of his tongue, every kiss, every touch punctuated that somehow. It sent every nerve ending he touched ablaze. He added his finger into the equation he was working on between my legs and I was undone. I cried out and pulled at his hair as pleasure ripped through my very being.

"Better" He asked while kissing his way up my stomach. There was that boyish smirk on his face and a sparkle in his eye. I was still lost in the after math of it but I was sure I made an unintelligible noise of accent.

"Do you love me Pamela?" his voice was ragged and his gaze was now intense. His need for reassurance should have been irritating but it wasn't. It was well founded. He wasn't sure of me. With good reason I wasn't sure of me, of us. Usually I would answer with a snarky retort. Tell him something along the lines of, "You aren't unbearable" But not today, not now.

"Yes I love you" He kissed me and entered me in the same fluid movement. My juices mixed with his sweet lips tasted like nothing else. I moaned into his mouth. Intentionally he dragged his tongue under my exposed fangs to give me just the barest taste of his blood. I hissed as it swirled in my mouth. He retracted his tongue before I could latch onto it. I growled at him for the tease. He smiled against my skin. He thrust deep into me and I was powerless against him. He owed me and I could not find it in myself to be angry about that fact. I wanted him to have me the way no one else ever has, or ever will. His tempo moved from slow to even to a fever pitch. My body moved in harmony with his. He drove me to another release and cried out my name as his followed.

We lay there in content silence. His head was resting on my stomach with his arm thrown over me. His other hand was intertwined with mine.

"You should have called" He said. I didn't roll my eyes but I wanted to. Calling him was pointless. He didn't need my protection and it would have only made my absences worse on the both of us. He must have felt my incredulity. "I know you are busy with whatever" His tone said I might as well be gone so long because of an unhealthy fixation in a coloring book. He had no respect for vampire law or hierarchy. Nor should he because he is a fairy but it irritated me that he did not understand the weight of my position or the critical times ahead. I was only constructing a regime but sure, it's fine, let's make light of it.

Eric had taken our states back form Felipe. Spending time with our lovers was far down the list of priorities. No vampire in our state had anything that resembled free time as of late. If you were bored you were lucky. He had no idea the planning that I had to do to come here tonight.

"Let's talk about something else" I suggested calmly. I could feel his body tensing.

"No" His tone was terse. I sighed loudly. I was in no mood for this. Arguing with him was not an easy thing or a safe thing depending on how angry he became. It made for the crème de la crème of rough sex. So this had potential to be very delightful either way I played my hands. Except it wasn't one of our games he had been wounded by my actions. While it was unfortunate I wasn't going to apologize. It was not my intent and it was also out of my control.

"Do not start this" I warned.

"Start what?" His tone was already angry. His temper was atrocious.

I tried to make my tone placating. "Do not push me. I have gone and now I am here. There is nothing else" My trails through his hair had ceased. All the tension that he had relieved me of was seeping right back into my body.

"A phone call" He stated. His tone implied I was being rather dim-fucking smartass fairy. If ever I was going to call him before this conversation I wouldn't now. Yes, it was only because he was demanding it like it was his God given right. Which it wasn't I owed him nothing.

"You have had women to keep your mind off me I didn't see the point" I knew that for a fact while I barely had the time for anything more than synthetic blood. Taking his blood had consequences. I couldn't lie with anyone else because no one ever smelled as good. Without the lure of blood having sex with humans just wasn't worth it half the time. In fact many revolted me these days. The hour just before dawn was torture. As I waited for the sun to pull me under thoughts of him filled me. It left me aching for him and there was nothing to ease that. Here he was badgering me about a phone call that would have exhausted my already thinning attentiveness to more important matters.

"They are not you" I shrugged. He was right but it was beside the point. "Was it to punish me? Are you jealous?" He asked. I shook my head. He was miles wide off the mark. I would never punish him emotionally. From what I have read from dear Abby those kinds of wounds do not heal quickly and rarely heal well. Contrarily it pleased me that he wasn't home just brooding and pining over me. He was having a good time for the both of us. He had good taste. I had hopes of one day sharing a woman of his.

"It was to spare us both" He turned to look at me his eyes were probing. I was a vampire there was no way I would look away first.

"I can feel that you love me but you are not happy about it I think" l shook my head.

"No I am not" There was no point lying about that. Love made you weak and vulnerable. It gave someone else control over you. Who would be happy about being consumed by another person? I thought he would press the point but he didn't.

The last time I saw him was the night we fought Victor's people. We had many things to bring each other up to speed on. He told me about his plans to move into Sookie's old farm house. We talked about his job at his nephew's bar. Monogamy wasn't a concept either of us was for or against. He told me about some of the women he had been with. There was one that he was considering cursing so she would leave him alone. I laughed.

"Perhaps you could glamour her for me" He looked hopeful. It may actually be fun to watch some insignificant human torment him.

"Getting your woman to do you dirty work" I shook my head in mock disapproval. "You are on your own there my love" The truth was I would do things that would horrify even the most savage vampires at his behest.

"She is becoming an insufferable wench" His lips were shaped in an attractive pout. I ran my thumb over them.

"What's in it for me if I help?"

"The joy of knowing you did a good deed for a pretty face" Such a thing was so out of my inherent nature and personality it was derisory. I arched an eyebrow at him that said not only was I unimpressed but offended. He gave a crooked smile that I could not help but return.

"You are such a vampire" He said. Where I was practical, opportunistic and patient he was persistent and direct. He brought his head back to my stomach and began planting kisses there.

"Tell me what you want from me" his voice was throaty and I felt myself moisten.

"Take my blood" I knew I was asking for a lot more than this favor was worth. This was something I knew he was not keen on. I did not know why. It was a natural defense mechanism I thought. Fairies did not react to vampire blood the same as humans or two natured. I could never control or turn him. I just wanted to feel him even when he wasn't with me. His only answer was to kiss his way to my lips.

"As my lady wishes" A shiver ran through me and I flipped him so he was underneath me. I moved down his body. There are several reasons why oral sex from a vampire was top notch. One we did not need to breathe and had centuries of experience. Two we had no gag reflex. Before too long he moved from English and was now panting out phrases in his native tongue. Pouring from his lips it sounded like the best kind of music played just for me. It drove me wild. His head was thrown back and he was bucking his hips for me to take him deeper. I eagerly obliged him.

I mounted him and we both groaned at the feel of coming together like this once more. He sat up and we found our rhythm. His hands wound around my waist and snaked up to my hair. He gave a hard tug to hold my head back. That elicited a feral growl from me. His mouth found my breasts and he sucked and nipped greedily. I ground my hips and my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the profound emotions coursing through me. I knew he could feel it and it served to spur him on.

"I love you" His eyes had found mine. He kissed my lips lightly and moved to my neck. He kissed and then he bit. The mixture of pain and pleasure came crashing down on me. My fangs drove into him. I was no longer in danger of taking too much as to do him harm. But every time I tasted him…it was fucking spectacular. I felt him pull on my wound and I swear I have never felt anything like it. I screamed. It was too much to contain. His body shuddered and stilled inside me. His hands were fisted in my hair. His body glimmered and shone as his true form shone through.

"You are beautiful" I whispered. I clutched onto him to keep him secured here. I was beyond words at the sensation. I was feeling him so clearly. It was as though he had always been a part of me. His forehead was pressed into mine. He was breathing erratically and his glow began to dull. Though I had no need, I was breathing as well. I wanted to taste the air while being so close in his space. I wanted to smell how my blood affected his scent. In addition to all the things he smelled like before taking my blood he now smelled like chamomile. I basked in it. It was one of my favorite scents from when I was human.

He reclined into the bed and took me with him. His breaths evened out and soon became deep. I stayed in his arms as long as I could; playing with his hair; stroking the contours of his chiseled face. This was my dream world. Reality could never be escaped for too long. I had to meet my husband to be as well as Eric. Tristan could only cover for me for so long. While I got dressed my eyes were still trained on the fairy. I wanted him again so badly but I had to go also I had worn him out. I went to kiss his sleeping lips goodbye. He woke and held my face to his.

"I'm happy about it" he murmured. I was confused.

"You lost me" He smiled lazily. "I am in love with you and I am happy about it" I laughed and kissed the tip of his perfect nose.

"You are such a fairy" He did not release me as I straightened to take my leave.

"When will I see you again?"

There was no answer for that in the foreseeable future. "I will return when I can" It was the best I could do. He frowned.

"Not good enough. If you do not call or come to see me soon I will come looking for you" I rolled my eyes. It wasn't so much a threat as it was a promise. He was stubborn and bold enough that I did not doubt him.

"Sleep well my love" I brought his hand to my lips and placed a soft kiss on his palm. He let me go. Like an addict I could not help but spare him a parting glance before taking off into the night. He was already half asleep. I threw my body as fast as it would go. I was hoping the final negotiations with Isaiah did not go well. As quickly as the thought came I banished them. Our union would be what was best for me and my maker and all the vampires under our command. Telling the fairy of this was another matter entirely. As they say, "We will cross that bridge when we get to it". Dear Abby had nothing to offer in this arena. Maybe he wouldn't accept it and he would leave me. That possibility hurt. But our love story was careening towards a tragedy anyway.

Half way to the house in Shreveport I was myself again. I by passed security and slipped into the main house. Eric was on my bed when I entered my room. There was no lying about where I had been or who I had been with. "Sorry" Tristan muttered from behind me. He did not sound sorry enough in my opinion. He was supposed to be running interference. He entered the room and began rummaging through my closet. Eric was giving me a knowing smile.

"So Pam who or what were you doing approximately three hours ago?" He reclined onto the bed with his hands behind his head. He was grinning now.

I began pulling my clothes off as I prepared to shower."You felt that?" It must have really been as intense as it felt. They laughed.

"It was quite the distraction" Eric replied. I said nothing and headed for the bathroom. In truth this was payback. I saw his infatuation with Sookie coming before he did. I had tormented him mercilessly. This was worse. Neither of us ever saw me falling for anyone. The irony that it was with a fairy made it all the more outlandish and laughable. There was no way I would live this down.

Gideon walked into my room. Shit. This was perfect. "What's so funny?" He asked. I didn't turn. I was happy to be dead. I was sure it would have been impossible not to resemble a tomato otherwise.

"Pam is in love" Tristan replied. His voice was still sprinkled with amusement but he sounded pleased. That made one of us I thought bitterly.

"Tough gig, who's the unfortunate creature?" They laughed harder. I scowled but refused to give Gideon the satisfaction. I disliked him the moment I laid eyes on him.

It felt almost criminal to wash the scent of the fairy from my body. I took my time. When I had finished the only person left in my room was Eric. At least I could tell he was done laughing. He began briefing me as I got dressed. "Your lawyers have checked in. Mr. Cataliades is in route" I nodded. The major details have already been hammered out. This should be the final sit down. "Have you told him" His voice was a whisper.

"It does not matter. It is done. He will accept it or he will walk away" My voice was inflectionless. I already had my game face on so to speak. This topic would shake my focus. Eric eyed me suspiciously. "This is the best political strategy for us all" He didn't believe me. I felt him open the bond we shared to test my resolve. I forced calm into my blood to throw him off.

He was quiet as he felt my uncertainty and my fear of losing the first man I have ever loved. "Yes it is Pam but, it is not the only way" Eric walked and stood in front of me. He lifted my chin and the impassive face I wore didn't hold. "I would hate to see you unhappy. You know this" His eyes were boring into mine. I nodded. "Forever is a long time. Only do what you would be willing and able to live with" With that said he walked out. That wasn't helpful in the least. Many vampires would relish the freedom Eric gave me. I often did as well but not in this dilemma. I did not want his ambiguous guidance or warning. I wanted him to tell me what to do. Never have I been so torn.