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She was his tortured protector. He was her hero. Neither allowing one another to go down alone. They were one, they were bonded and they would die together.
Pam would not allow herself to give in, to admit defeat, to betray her maker. She would allow herself to be pierced with silver, to be kept awake for the day. To be starved and tortured but still she would not cave. She wanted him to be proud of her but most of all she wanted her maker to be safe, to escape and go into hiding.
Eric would not allow himself to give in. He had to protect his childe. He would turn to sources he despised if it meant keeping her safe. He was her maker, her hero; he needed her to look up to him, to give him purpose, to keep him going.
She kept her resolve, she never broke, she never cried.
He kept searching until he found the solution to save her.
The thought of each other kept themselves going. Pam knew Eric would want her to be strong. Eric knew Pam needed him to be strong. Still that didn't stop the pair of them from nearly breaking down when they were reunited. Pam whispered "Eric"; he said nothing they both knew that words were beyond what they were feeling at that moment.
If there hadn't been others in the room Eric would have removed the chains from his childe and embraced her, the pair of them crying tears of blood as they held each other for hours not wanting to be parted, not wanting to be afraid for each other like that again.
Instead they waited, they kept their resolve, and neither vampire broke. Instead Eric stood next to Pam offering her reassurance though their bond. She knew he was proud of her, he knew he was still her hero.
He didn't want to be apart from her for the rest of the evening, she felt the same way. Her took her to his bed and they lay there, face to face. They didn't have to speak, their bond said everything that needed to be said.
Eric caressed her face and offered her his wrist; she lowered her fangs and accepted his offering. She drank greedily before he removed his wrist from her mouth.
Her sated smile was bloody; he couldn't help but smile as she licked her lips, savouring the rich flavour of his blood.
He loved it when she looked at him like that, her eyes full of admiration, a side of her that only he was allowed to see. He was so very proud of his childe.
She loved it when her looked at her full of pride. If there was a God, Eric Northman would be his name and she would worship at his alter for eternity.
He continued to caress her face; he loved the feel of her skin. He loved to touch her, to be close to her. She was fascinating to him.
He noticed her eyes begin to droop and he told her to sleep. She complied willingly and scooted closer to him, lying face-to-face nestled against his shoulder. She allowed sleep to take her as he played with her hair, his lips occasionally meeting her forehead to soothe and reassure her.
He lay with her playing with her hair long after she had fallen asleep. He took the time to study her face, to rememorize everything he loved about her. He stayed with her until sleep took him too.
And they lay together, maker and child, bonded. They lay together loved and they would lie together until the day came when they would both meet the true death together.