A/N: So this is a story that I've had in mind for a little while and was meant to be just a one-shot, but it exploded...I really hope it works and that you enjoy it though :) This is set after Season 3, but Sookie hasn't disappeared off to fairy land (or wherever she went). Otherwise it's pretty much where the series left off, although there is a brief reference to my story "Always On My Mind" in a later chapter (and by brief I mean 'blink and you'd miss it'). Anyways, as I said, hope you enjoy! :D
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Tainted
Pam was furious.
She hated Dracula Night at the best of times, but the madness that surrounded this particular year's festivities was more than she could stand.
Following Russel's public, and rather embarrassing, announcement tonight was as much about PR as it was a celebration. However, to her mind, that did not excuse Eric's irrational outburst over a mistake in the place settings, which was somehow all her fault.
Nor did it excuse the insults he had flung at her as he organised the rearrangement. His wondering aloud why he had ever changed her had been the last straw and she had stormed out of his office.
It was rare, very rare in fact, that they would ever become this angry with each other. She could feel him calling her back, but as it was more compelling than insistent she chose to ignore it.
She stalked down into the basement of Fangtasia and surveyed the room. One lowly human employee, whose name she had never bothered to learn, stood in a corner sorting through bottles of Tru Blood, eyeing her warily.
"Out," she ordered simply, sending him scampering for the exit.
She felt a small measure of satisfaction in frightening him, but not nearly enough to pacify her anger.
She eyed the bottles of Tru Blood critically, wondering whether it tasted as bad as the last time she had tried it. Deciding that she really should have an idea of what it was she was serving that evening, Pam picked up a bottle and had a taste.
If it were possible, the Tru Blood tasted worse than she remembered. There was now a slightly metallic taste and…
Pam suddenly felt as though her throat was on fire and she dropped to her knees, clutching her throat as the burn slowly moved downwards.
That hadn't been just Tru Blood, someone had poisoned it with silver.