Title: Brand New

Rating: PG-13 (Just a bit of swearing.)

Spoilers: Takes place during 4x01 "She's Not There". No real spoilers though.

Summary: Pam's POV while she watches Jessica dance at Fangtasia.

There's just something about a brand new vampire, the way new life seems to ooze out of every fibre. That time when everything feels, and smells, and looks otherworldly to the senses. Like you're seeing everything for the very first time. And it's un-fucking-beliveable. Feeling as if the world now bows at your feet, everyone is at your disposal. You are the be all and end all. The world is your servant. It's intoxicating.

Jessica is one such newborn going through this. I admit she was... annoying... at the start, and it's truly a pity she had to get stuck with a Maker such as Bill Compton. She could have been stunning from the time she crawled out of her temporary grave, but Bill insisted on fucking her up. His futile efforts on keeping her "humanity" in tact. Poor, infantile Bill. You can't expect a being who's just awakened with an unscratchable itch to not take what is rightfully hers.

Yes, after all is said and done, a shiny new vampire is a thing of absolute beauty. Wide-eyed and merciless. And when one's fortunate enough to be as attractive as Jessica Hamby; proven to be devastating to a matured vampire like myself. One who's almost forgotten what it's like to feel anew. All secrets still kept hidden and waiting to be found. But none of it is as enjoyable when sharing it with someone who's been through it all before. That constant to show you the way. Like Eric did for me so long ago.

He won't be enough for her. Not for much longer, anyway. She's eye-fucking every fangbanger in this place. If she were my fledgling, I'd tell her to take any and all the willing (and maybe the unwilling later, just for a little fun) blood bags she desires. It would be a shame to let all that hunger and intensity go to waste.

The more I see sights like this, the more my mind plays with the idea of being her Maker. What if I had been the one to stake Long Shadow? He was stealing from us, after all. It wouldn't be to save that bottle blonde from his grasp. What if the punishment given by the magister laid in front of me, in the package of a scared, snowy skinned, flame haired girl. What if it was because of me that she screamed out in terror as I grasped her head and sank my fangs into her perfect, unblemished skin. The feel of her going weak in my embrace, as the last few mouthfulls of her sweet blood slide down my eager throat.

I'm really starting to become soft in my old age. Maybe it's best I stay away from this baby vamp. At least until she's got both fangs grasped firmly in her mouth.