Present Day

Eric didn't know whether he was more angry with himself or Pam. She could have killed Sookie. She had somehow defied a direct order. By being a bad progeny, Pam had proved the depths of her love for him. He wanted to go to her and yell and scream and make himself feel better. But it was daytime, hours till sunset. Until then, he would have to suffice with memories…

London, England, 1809

She wrote, and she wrote. Her pen scribbled furiously in the blank pages of her diary. She had to replace a broken nib more than once, and her ink well did not contain enough ink to let her write out all of her laments. Clearly her corset was not the only thing that stifled her, and her diary was the only means of venting.

Eric smiled. He was very good at giving women a means to vent. As for the corset, he was good with those too. He watched, amused, as his child-to-be tore the written pages out of her diary, ripped them to tiny shreds, then carried the pieces over to her window. Eric hastily floated out of the way so he would not be seen.

"May God answer my prayers," she announced. With the paper shards still cupped in her hands, she blew the confetti out the window. She stared, hoping a mighty gust of wind would carry her writings to the heavens, but instead they dropped to the ground. She sighed and retreated further into her room.

Eric had watched her repeat this ritual every night. He would be happy to answer this girl's prayers, and he would make an excellent stand in for her God. She would be his. His Pam.

As she embroidered, or whatever it was that women these days did with those needles, he admired her sparking blue eyes, her pale blond hair, and her smooth creamy skin. And those curves! Eric had always wanted a child that resembled him. And he preferred a female, since he intended to consummate every form of love with his new progeny, as a good maker should. She was young and beautiful, and she would stay that way together.

Pam looked up when she heard a distant owl hoot. She flung aside her needlework. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she hiked up her massive skirts and started for the window again. Eric shot up closer to the roof as she started to climb out of her second story window. Eric chuckled quietly. She would make an excellent vampire indeed. He spied her stealthily as she ran from her house and down the street, over to a dark alley. He was able to track her from a distance because of his keen vampire eyesight.

She ran into the arms of a strapping young man. Eric raised an eyebrow. She could do much better. Much. Much. Better. And bigger, for that matter.

"Pam," the boy uttered.

She giggled and blushed and put on her coy act. They held hands and kissed, that was it. Eric was hoping to see more of a show, but the pair did disappoint. Not a problem. Eric would be happy to be her first.

After a boring eternity of chaste kissing and hand holding (not even a slip of tongue!), the naughty little wench snuck back and almost made it home. But he was there, in the shadows. Waiting. She gasped. She knew what happened to silly females who walked alone at night. He would mistake her for one of those fallen women.

Pam held her head high so this mysterious man would know that while she wasn't the most proper lady, she certainly was not a lady of the night. She ignored Eric completely as she walked past him.

"I am the answer to your prayer," he told her softly.

She paused in her haughty stride, then climbed her way up to her window. She knew better than to fall for the wily ways of men. They could not be trusted. She would not allow herself to be sullied, even by this beautiful stranger.

Once Pam was safely in her room, she made to shut the window. But she hesitated and peeked at him again. At that, Eric flew up to her. She dropped to her knees and crossed herself.

"You are an angel," she whispered. "God has sent you to deliver me."

"I am no angel, I know nothing of your God," he told her frankly. "I am Eric Northman, and I will deliver you."

Remembering her manners, Pam rose to her feet then swept into a graceful curtsey. "Pleased to meet you, sir. I am Pamela Swynford de Beafort." She giggled slightly. Never had she had such a handsome suitor, and one who could float! He was clearly more than human. "Please call me Pam."

Eric held out his hand, and Pam offered her own. When he raised her hand to his lips, she shivered at how cold his touch was.

"I can take you from here," he said, his eyes gleaming. "We can travel the world together. I will teach you to live, and thrive, on your own."

Pam laughed. "Why would I ever be on my own when I could be with you?"

"We will always be together at first, but at some time we must separate. Then we can meet again. Do not worry about that for now."

"When will we go?" She was impatient, and impetuous. A little bit of a wait would teach her patience. Her training would start now.

"Have a last meal. Bask in the sun as much as you can. Say goodbye to your family. Make peace with your gods. I will come for you in 3 nights."

He whooshed away. Pam stretched her neck out the window, but she could not see him at all.

#

As promised, Eric returned in 3 nights. Pam was waiting impatiently at the window. His lips curved into a cynical smile. She was wearing a white dress and clutching a bundle of flowers. She thought he was his Prince Charming, here to take her away on his white horse. Being like him was hardly a fairy tale. He had been so lonely, but soon he would have his own fairy tale, or as close as a vampire could get.

"Have you done as I told you?"

"Yes. But why did you instruct me to enjoy a last meal and the sun? I am not about to die."

What little she knew. She would die, but she would live more than she ever could in this life.

"Life is not without sacrifices, Pam. You will have to give up all that you know, but I will give you much more."

He leaned into her bedroom as far as the magic would let him, but she stepped away. "We will travel the world together? You will teach me to live, and thrive, on my own?" She was holding him to his promise. Smart girl.

"And much more," he told her gutturally. So much more than she could ever imagine.

Pam cast her eyes down. "I have nothing to give you in exchange," she admitted. "Except…" Her eyes danced beneath her modest expression, and she blushed like only a repressed human girl could. "My most precious gift from God." Her parted lips betrayed the extent of her excitement.

"Which is?" Eric felt his fangs sliding out. His pants had been straining since a long time ago.

Pam blushed harder than ever, keeping her eyes averted. "My gift." She was more embarrassed than excited now. "A woman's most prized possession."

"I love opening presents," Eric leered. He would soon shower her with many of his own.

The debutant balked. She had not thought of this. She mulled for a moment, went to her vanity, pulled out a jewelry box, dumped everything out, and offered it to him self consciously. "I hope this will suffice to store my gift for you." She looked nervous, as if scared he wouldn't like it.

"You just emptied it out." He played dumb.

She turned beet red. "My gift is one that you must take from me yourself," she stammered. Was he rejecting her? Her eyes welled up and she stared at her shoes.

Eric lifted her chin to meet his eyes. "What exactly is your gift, Pam?" He wanted to hear her say it.

"My maidenhead," she barely whispered.

He shut his eyes and willed his pants not to tear. "Then let me in."

"Sir, would you please come in?"

The invisible barrier governing all vampires lifted. Eric floated into her bedroom head first, feet up. Pam watched with awe.

He took the box from her hands and pulled out a knife from his pocket. He could barely contain his chuckles as he carved "PAM'S MAIDENHEAD" on the lid. It would make a nice souvenir, a memento. He felt her eyes boring into his large, graceful hands. He smelled her arousal. He put the knife away and carefully put the box down. He scooped her up, took her to bed, and relieved her of her most precious gift from God.

But she had yet to give herself to him completely. It was not until Eric sank his fangs into her neck, she gave herself to him completely. When Eric brought his punctured wrist to her lips, he gave himself to her completely.

#

Present Day

Eric checked the time. It was still 11 am. The sun would be high in the sky. His pillow was damp with blood. From the bleeds, of course. He never cried. His eyes just had the bleeds. It was a purely physiological response to sleep deprivation. It had nothing to do with Pam. Nothing at all.

He tossed and turned, then swore. He went to a secret safe hidden in his closet, and pulled out an antique wooden jewelry box. On it was carved "PAM'S MAIDENHEAD."

Eric finally fell asleep while clutching his child's most precious gift from God, which she had found fit to give to him.

AN

At the moment I don't have a lot of inspiration but if there is interest I might continue. Thanks for reading!