So I have had this idea tiptoeing around my mind for a couple of weeks now, and I thought I would finally run with it. I have no idea if it'll fail miserably, but it is worth a shot nonetheless. This is a mainly Pam tale, though obviously Eric (my normal subject) will be lurking about in some way or another. Let's do this, shall we? Reviews, comments, suggestions, etc ALWAYS welcome! BTW, I own none of them. Just so ya know.
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She woke up slowly, and in a heavy fog, as she blinked her wide brown eyes slowly. Pain set in heavily, and she sucked in her breath as she winced. She tried to look around the room that she was in, but the light was dim and she could only see that she was in a bed with the covers over her and there was some big pieces of furniture at the other end of the room. Where was she? She didn't hear the familiar sounds she dreaded, and she seemed to be alone. She settled against the plump pillows and closed her eyes again, mentally isolating her pain in the various area's of her body. She lifted a hand to her face and felt a caked substance on her skin, and also in her matted hair as she tried to run a hand through it. A tear slid down her cheek as she pictured the face of the one that had done this to her, and she hoped with everything she had that she was not there. She had no idea where else she could be, but she just took in the silence of the room and took another breath. She could still feel the faint trace of the drugs in her system as she lie still, and she accepted it as she always did. It never seemed to end.
There was the faint sound of a door, and she opened her eyes widely. She tried to look around, but the immense pain in her head made it a slow process and she sucked in her breath. "Who's there?" Her voice was nothing but a whisper, and she tried to clear her throat. She looked towards the end of the bed and saw a figure glide by the foot and sit down in front of her as she slowly scooted back. Fear set in, and she tried to see in the soft lamp that was on the other side of the bed.
"You're awake. You have been asleep for a few hours, and now I will be retiring for the day soon." The voice was female and had a slight southern accent, though there was something else there as well. "I suppose I will have to sleep here."
"Where am I?"
"You are in the back room of Fangtasia. Are you familiar with it, being that you were dumped on the steps of my back entrance sometime tonight?" The voice was curious underneath the toneless sound of it, and she tried to remember what happened as the fear set in further.
"The vampire bar? How am I alive?" The things she had been told about it replayed in her mind as she realized where she really was, sitting with a vampire.
"You were something of a mess when you were dropped here, so I didn't find you very appetizing." The woman replied, and touched her black hair softly. "What is your name?"
"Celia." Thoughts were racing through her head, and the words that had been repeated to her too many times kept playing in her mind. "I should not be alive."
"I know vampires have a certain reputation, but the way you were left here caused more curiosity than any desire to drain you dry. I do admit though from what little taste I got, you taste wonderful." The vampire seemed pleased when she spoke the last sentence, and Celia shivered. "Would you like to clean up? We do have a shower here."
Celia was trembling at that point, and she pulled the covers tighter around herself. "I can't stand. I hurt too much." She was also terrified, and she closed her eyes.
"Who did this to you? Who hurt you and dumped you here?" The vampire asked, and Celia took a deep breath.
"Who are you?" Celia asked, detaining answering her.
"My name is Pam, and I am an owner of this bar. My maker Eric is also an owner, but he is absent right now." Pam replied, and Celia took a deep breath. "I want you to drink from me, Celia. It will heal you and you can clean yourself up."
"No! I don't want to be what you are." Celia protested, and hid more under the covers.
"You won't be. It merely heals, so you can get past this pain." Pam assured her, and Celia opened her eyes slowly to look at her. The light was slightly brighter now, and Celia could see her. She was pale and blond, and gorgeous. She had icy blue eyes that appeared cold, yet curious, as she gazed at Celia. She wore a black vinyl dress that plunged down low to show her cleavage and her hair was pulled back with big curls hanging down her back where they were clipped up, and her lips were blood red. Pam was beautiful, and Celia could not stop staring. "I'm flattered, darlin. Let's get you some blood so you can clean up and I can see what you really look like." She lifted a delicate wrist to her mouth and Celia jumped slightly when she saw her fangs extend, and tear open her skin. "I never do this." She offered her dripping limb to Celia, who stared silently at her. Pam slid one hand behind Celia's head and placed the wrist on Celia's swollen mouth, and it flowed between her lips despite her struggling. Pam's hold was firm and Celia was going nowhere, and she felt it slide down her throat. She realized that she felt better with the first drops, and that it was not as awful as she would have thought. Celia sucked gently, and she saw Pam's eyes close as her lips parted slightly. Celia sucked harder, gripping Pam's arm as her hands slid out from the covers, and fought the vampire when she pulled away. "Slow down, sweetie. I need to go to rest soon and I cannot have myself worked up."
Celia realized that Pam was visibly turned on, and she shrank back. "Don't touch me."
"Oh, I won't. But you might have some thoughts about me soon, being that it is a side affect of the blood." Pam told her, a glint in her blue eyes. "You might be the one touching me soon." Pam laughed and Celia stared at her. "Take a shower and I will get you some clothes, Celia. I have day workers here that can get you food if you need it later, but I want you here tonight when I rise for the evening."
Celia felt dirty and she stretched and groaned as her muscles protested, even as she felt better. Pam stood and walked to another room, as Celia pushed the covers down. She was wearing a tattered denim skirt and a ripped up blouse, naked underneath what was left of the clothes. She was covered with blood and bruises, and she felt tears slide down her face as she pulled her knees to her chest and started to cry. Pam came back in, and Celia stood slowly and took the clothes and walked to the shower as Pam pointed to the door, covering her body as best she could. Celia locked the door and turned the water to hot, standing underneath and watching the blood run down the drain as she continued to cry. She scrubbed her hair and her body, and did it again. Celia stayed in there until she was calmed down and the water started to run cold, and got out and dried herself off slowly. She pulled on the big tee shirt that displayed the name of the bar and a clean pair of underwear, and stood in front of the mirror. She brushed out her curly black hair and stared at her pale face with circles under her dark eyes, and she saw the haunted look in her gaze. She hugged her arms to her body and shivered, and slowly unlocked the door. Pam was on the phone thanking someone named Sookie, and she hung up as she heard Celia. "Thanks." Celia told Pam, exhausted again.
Pam stroked her cheek and looked into her face as Celia stood as far away from her as she could, and met her eyes. "You are gorgeous under all that mess, Celia. I will see you tonight and we can talk more."
"I have nowhere to go." Celia said, and looked at the bed with distaste.
"The sheets are clean. I changed them for you, since everyone left for the night hours ago." Pam assured her, and her voice displayed her dislike of the chore.
"Where will you be?" Celia asked, and Pam smiled.
"In the building. I will hear if anything happens and you are safe." Pam told her, and Celia looked down. Was she safe? She gave up thinking and crawled back under the covers, hearing the door close as Pam left her alone. Celia stared at the wall and wondered where to go from there. She slowly fell asleep, not waking up until the following night when the door was opened again.
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Short, short chapter but I am deciding what to do from here. What do you think? Do you like it? Should I continue?