A/N: The first time I watched episode one of season six, I knew I had to write this. The idea of Pam and Nora fighting for Eric's affection is just too attractive to ignore it… The whole thing with Bilith and the human-vampire war is just a background to my story, a way to begin it, if I can say so, but the main focus is on the relationship between the three of them. The lines from the show are mixed with some new ones that I introduced, so it's a little AU, I believe.

I apologize for all the spelling and grammar mistakes I've done, since English is not my first language. Hope you like it… Please, review!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

Chapter One

Betrayed

"Not bad..." – said a pretty female voice.

"I practiced. Killing your kind!" – replied another voice.

"I bet not so much as me yours. Climb the stairs!"

Pam watched the scene before her, unsure about how to feel about it. The woman Eric trusted to help them was irritating her, despite the fact that she was, obviously, trying her best to save them all. She didn't understand the dislike that penetrated her whenever she glanced at Nora. Yes, that's what Sookie called her down there, when she and Tara came to rescue them from the jail. Nora. Whoever she was, she was acting as if she knew every angle here, as if she lived here the biggest part of her life. As if she once belonged here. Pam, however, didn't know just how much these words were true.

"Move! Everybody out!" – she heard Nora cry, and, despite the fact that her own instincts were telling her it was time to get out, her irritation got hold of her, the desire to fight the brunette strong in her blood.

"Excuse me!" – she said, sarcasm dripping from her words, - "Who the hell are you, and why are you commanding us around?"

"Listen!", - Nora answered with equal hostility, her words fast and rough. – "I promised your maker to get all of you out of here, safe. As for who I am, you should ask Eric. If he survives tonight."

At her words, Pam arched an eyebrow. Who could she be to him, to act so confident? Could she be one of the few vampires Eric had fucked over the centuries? He always said they meant nothing to him, just as the humans, but were a bit more challenging than humans. So that's it? Another conquest?

Yet the way Nora was acting proved she was not a simple conquest to him. She was speaking about Eric as if they were especially close. As if they were… equals.

They were outside now, when the building exploded. Jason screamed and rushed forward to enter the building to save his sister. Nora stopped him, saying it was too late. Pam would have not given a damn about this, if Sookie was there alone. But she was not. Someone was with her there. Eric.

"But we have to go! Eric…"

"It's too late!" – Nora said, without the bitterness in her voice this time, almost as if she understood Pam's need to go inside. Yet, she knew it was pointless. "When I say move, move! Now move!"

They all followed her orders, running toward the road. Pam's mind was racing, unable to believe that her maker was gone. He released her not long ago, and she groaned, frustrated that she could no longer feel him through their bond. The words still echoed in her mind. 'As your maker, I release you'. The moment he said them, she felt an ache in her heart. Before that he had always been with her. A steady hum inside her. Now it was as if someone had cut him out, leaving a deep, bleeding wound.

They all gasped as a SUV pooled right in front of them, with Eric in the drive sit and Sookie beside him. He said something about them leaving, but Pam wasn't listening. All she knew was that he was here. Safe. She was so absorbed in the feeling of joy at having him back when she thought she lost him forever, that she didn't notice how Nora leaned forward, as if wanting to embrace him, and smiled a little.

When the shock was over, they all got inside the car, preparing to leave. Pam was too far gone in her thoughts to notice anything that was happening. Her attention was drawn back, though, when the radio announced a live translation from the governor's mansion. Eric made the sound higher, and everyone went silent.

They listened to the speech, annoyed and repulsed by the idea of having to stay inside during the nights, and, even more so, by the idea of having to close Fangtasia. Pam heard Nora's voice.

"We did this. We bombed the factories, we destroyed the authority, we turned the world against us. There's no one left to protect us now." – she was addressing Eric, obviously, her hand on his shoulder. Pam's eyes were glued to that hand, so casually touching her maker, who despised being touched when not during sex. Even then he would sometimes bind the girls he fucked… She was the only exception, beside Godric, of couse. These were the two people whose touch he welcomes. The others…

But Nora was touching him, and yet he not only didn't stop her, he was actually okay with it. He was… comforted. Pam felt an unpleasant sensation overload her. Bitter jealousy swept through her, consuming her.

"If that suit comes near me or any of my shit…" – she said, trying to take her anger off anything else. But Nora interrupted her.

"Will you please shut up about your shit, when the world is about to end!"

At her words and tone Pam felt anger rip through her. Eric looked in the back mirror, seeming uncomfortable, and she forced herself to calm down.

"Hey!" – she said, trying to sound as calm as possible and failing. – "I don't know about the world, but I'm about to end your face!"

She felt the car turn around at a 180 degree angle, and stop abruptly. She looked at Eric questionably. But he didn't talk to her.

"Nora we need to talk." – he said, and then added - "Privately." – He forced the door open and got out of the car. Even if Pam was not the one whom he called for a talk, she got out of the car. She needed answers. Now.

"Who's Mary Poppins, and can I please kill her?" – she asked.

"She's my sister." – Eric answered after a brief hesitation, turning his back on her and heading in Nora's direction. Pam was shocked, to say the least. She couldn't believe the words she heard. They were together for so long and he didn't tell her. A mix of feeling ran through her. Shock. Anger. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Again, anger.

"Over a hundred years…" – she began, heading after him, - "…and you never thought to mention – 'Hey! I have a super irritating sister, she's dying to meet you, you're gonna hate her guts'?

"Any reason to?" – he replied, not even looking at Pam.

In all the years they've been together, there wasn't a thing she hadn't told him, even if she knew he won't like it. One of his first lessons was that they could and should speak about everything. That they could tell each other everything. That there should be no secrets between them. And yet, he was the one who broke that rule from the beginning.

"Well, maybe the fact that I shared my entire life with you, and everything you do is lie to me ov…" – he was facing her then, looking right into her eyes. She knew then, this were not the eyes he used to look at her with. They were… cold. Almost as if he was looking at a stranger. Could her releasing be the reason of him treating her that way? Could the breaking of their bond shatter the relationship they have built in a century?

"If Bill's out there, he may be coming for us. The state of Louisiana basicly just declared was against us." – he said quickly, as if he was annoyed by Pam's behavior. – "This is not. The time."

Pam didn't think twice as she answered, stepping forward. Closer to him.

"Why, don't you trust me?..."

But she didn't have time to finish, as he stopped her, forcing her to stay where she was. He spoke, his voice dripping with bitterness.

"Get over it, and have my back… Or get out of my face."

She stood there, unable to move, as he walked past her, never looking back. She looked at the sea, but saw nothing. His words were ringing loud in her head. 'Get over it and have my back, or get out of my face' she felt her eyes fill with blood, ready to spill, but she refused to cry.

"…get out of my face."

She trusted him. She trusted him above everything. She was always proud of their relationship, thinking it was deeper and stronger than any other maker-progeny relationships. Just like the relationship between Eric and Godric. It wasn't like that though, as it turns out. He lied to her. All these years… he leaded her to believe he was sharing his life with her, telling her his darkest secrets and deepest desires. In reality, he had told her only what he thought necessary. Would have Godric done that to Eric? She highly doubted it.

She kept asking herself why did he not trust her. All her life, everything she'd ever done, was obeying his orders and following his lead. She was shocked the night he came to her, demanding she revealed where Russell Edgington was. Accusing her she dug him up. He threatened her and pressed her into the table, his hand tight on her throat, snarling at her.

There surely were times when he lost his temper with her. She was no sweetie, after all. But he never ever treated her like that. He'd ask her what he wanted with a voice like honey, threatening a punishment if she lied. But telling him the truth seemed like a second nature to her. The only times she lied were when she wanted to tease him, or when the promised punishment seemed especially… sinful. But that night when he came after the long disappearance was the first time he actually used physical power. It was also the first time she was actually afraid of him.

She thought then that it was because of the time he spent within the Authority. What Jessica had told her was pretty much sounding like a nest. So she hoped he changed because of that. Because of the blood that was making him stronger, but at the same time more aggressive and sadistic.

Now, however, that was no longer the option. A better theory was that, now that he found Nora again, no doubt after he hadn't seen her in a long time, he felt sort of nostalgic about the past. And Pam was not part of his past. She was his present.

She stepped through the sand, closer to the seashore, and sat down, not caring about her designer clothes right now. They were already ruined by blood. Tara was right beside her.

"You know, love doesn't have to be a competition between you and someone else…" – she began, and bloody tears spilled down from the older vampire's eyes.

Was it that obvious? That she loved him with everything she had? That she lived for him? She felt uncomfortable at the thought of someone else knowing her emotions. The only one with whom she always could share her every emotion was Eric. But then again, Eric was her 'only one' in many many senses.

"Fuck off!" – Pam said, unsure about how to act. When she understood Tara wasn't going anywhere, she added, a little harsher – "I mean it. Tara!"

But she still stood there.

"No, you don't. You just don't want me to see you crying."

"I'm not crying!" – she exclaimed. Then, only after a few seconds, added – "Well, I'm crying! But it's because I'm fucking pissed!"

Tara came closer and threw her hand around her shoulder, trying to comfort her. Her child. She kept wondering if it would be the same with them as is it was with her and Eric. What if they spend a century together, maybe more, and then one day Tara learns it had all been a lie? What if she makes the same mistake as Eric? What if she'd be forced to witness the relationship they'd built crumble in front of her eyes? Will she hate her progeny then? Will she hate her maker? Did he? Did Eric hate her? She could not stand the thought of it.

Tara's touch was comforting, and soon she found she was feeling better. At least she knew if she had to leave Eric she wouldn't be alone. Yet, the thought was still liquid pain for her.

When she finally calmed down and washed away the tears, they headed towards the others, wondering what were they doing in their absence. However, what they found was surely not what they have been expecting. Nora was on the bridge, her back to Pam, her hands up in surrender. Jason was right in front of her, pointing a gun at Nora and throwing a tantrum about vampires "brainraping" him against his will. Pam glanced at Eric. He stood some distance away behind Nora, confident as ever, fangs drawn, ready to defend her, if necessary. Pam watched him, a look of pure possession on his face. The message it held was clear: 'Don't you dare touch what is not yours. Do so and it will be the last thing you do.' She didn't even doubt he would be long since dead if he was not Sookie's brother.

She used to be jealous of Sookie. Now that seemed childish to her. Sookie, while important to Eric, was still a human, even if not entirely human. The fact was, she shared nothing with Eric. A few blood exchanges were not enough to build a connection time was able to. Time was Sookie's disadvantage, because, while Sookie knew Eric for a few years, Pam did for a hundred. There was a lot they've been through, together, a lot of things that bound them. Nora, however, was entirely different. She could see she was important to Eric, and she assumed they've been through a lot together, too. Nora was a far better reason to be jealous.

The conflict ended when Sookie stepped in, protecting Nora from Jason with her body. Pam thought 'Great! The two women who could take him from me are getting along. What else could I have dreamed of?'

Than Jessica began screaming that Bill was calling her, and when Eric held her so she could not go, she began feeling great pain. Finally, Sookie said she'd get her to Bill. Eric agreed. Tara wanted to go, too, but before Pam could stop her, Eric did. He caught her arm, and returned her to Pam's side, gentler than he would if she would have not been Pam's progeny. She didn't notice it, however, as he spoke.

"Take your progeny back to Fangtasia. We'll come right behind."

She understood, of course, that he wanted to go to Bill, in case Sookie and Jessica needed help. A wave of fear swept through her, along with a little bit of hurt, because he trusted Nora, and not her, to go with him. She pushed it aside, however. It was dangerous for him to go. His safety was the priority. Her jealousy would have to wait.

"Please, don't do this…" – she said, stepping in front of him, trying to talk him out of doing it. But he cut her off, before she could even finish her sentence.

"Get out of my way, Pam."

His voice was cold, angry, dangerous, edgy, and… had that been hostile?

She obeyed immediately, stepping aside, her heart breaking into tiny pieces. 'What happened to him?'

They stayed silently there, the two of them – Pam and Tara.

"What do we do now?" – Tara asked after a long silence.

"We go to Fangtasia" – Pam answered, without even the briefest hesitation.

No one spoke for a few minutes, than Tara broke the silence.

"He really is an asshole. You don't have to do as he says, you know."

Pam smiled. Of course he had to. Whatever happened, however he changed, no matter how much times he released her and told her to get out of his sight, she would still obey his orders. Her blood called her to do so. But so did her soul.

They ran to Fangtasia with vampire speed and got there in 40 minutes.

"Eric released you" – Tara said, following Pam through the front door. – "I don't get it why you keep taking orders from him…"

"That's right!" – the elder replied. – "You don't get it."

"Hey… I know what it's like to be betrayed by someone you trust the most. But, sometimes, it takes losing some shit to make room for something new. It's just you and me now, right? So, fuck Eric!

Pam turned around, putting a finger to her progeny's lips, speaking with a determined voice.

"You ever say 'fuck Eric' again, and I'll slap the fangs out of your face! Don't try me!"

"Fuck Eric!" – Tara screamed the same second Pam's finger left her lips. Pam raised her hand, ready to slap her child, but she didn't get to, as Tara raised her own hand to catch her maker's. Of course Pam allowed it. She was physically stronger, there was no doubt. But it was the action in itself that had Pam filling with indignation.

"You wanna be Eric Northman's punching bag for the rest of eternity? That's up to you. But I didn't sign up for that shit!" – Tara yanked her arm free and walked away, as if the conversation ended. Pam felt her rage, so sharp it practically dripped from her words as she spoke.

"Don't you dare judge me! You have no idea what it means to be someone's partner for a hundred years! What's your longest relationship, Tara? Two weeks?" – her voice was pure sarcasm now, back to what she was comfortable with. – "We fuck once, now it's you and me – girlfriends forever? That's what you think?"

Tara smiled, a sad smile on her full lips.

"No… I think you're too busy crying over some unavailable jerk to give what's happening between us a chance."

Pam's features softened, and she took Tara's chin between her fingers, very gently, but Tara could tell she was acting.

"Oh, honey!" – she soothed – "It won't be an epic fucking love story. You cannot replace him…" – she spoke, not a bit disappointed, as if she didn't want him to be replaced. – "…and you never will."

She walked away then, heading for her… his office. Tara stayed glued to the floor, thinking her maker's words over. He was treating her like dirt, and she still defended him and demanded she treated him with respect as well. She thought about the words once more. A hundred years. A long time, longer than she could imagine, right now. How strongly could they be bound?

In Eric's office, Pam threw herself down in Eric's chair. The words she said to Tara, about her replacing him, had awoken a memory inside her. A memory from a long time ago…

It was a cold winter in Sweden. Eric had brought her there, to show her his homeland. Now they were laying on the floor, both naked, beside the fireplace in a house Eric owned. The fire wasn't really necessary, but he seemed to enjoy it. She was laying atop of him, her hear on his shoulder, delirious from the pleasure he'd given her that night. He was still inside her and still hard, but not moving. His hands were stroking through her hair, enjoying the feel of her fingernails over his chest and nipples.

"You mean so much to me…" – she began, - "I don't want to ever let you go."

"You don't have to, Pamela." – she was only four or five years, a time when he still called her by her pull name. – "We have eternity awaiting us. I will never let you go, unless you want to. You will always be mine."

"But what if…" – she trailed off, unsure if she should say that. His reaction was instantaneous. He took her chin between his fingers, lifting her eyes so she would be forced to look at him.

"You don't have to fear about telling me something. There are no secrets between us, right?" – when she nodded, he continued – "Now tell me what bothers you."

"What if you make another child? You'll travel with him, teaching him everything you know. You won't need me anymore…"

"This is ridiculous, Pamela." – his grip tightened. – "Even if I will make another child one day, I will love you both. Things will not change between us. In fact, I believe it will only tie me closer to you, because, whoever I could turn, it will never be like you. You are magnificent, Pamela. Unique. No one could ever replace you. And it never will."

Red tears rimmed her eyes as she remembered that night. Did he have nights like that with Nora? Had he told her she was magnificent? What have they done through the centuries, to become as close as they were?

She weighted the words once more. 'No one could ever replace you. And it never will." A truth and a lie at once. When she said the words to Tara, it was true. To Pam, no one could mean what Eric did. Yet, when he told her the same words, a hundred years ago, by the fireplace… it was a lie. Because he didn't mean it, because she was already replaced, because, because, because…

She believed his words back then. But they were nothing more than a lie. Just another lie.