Title: No One's Daughter
Author: se7ensecrets
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Pam / Eric
Rating: R
Summary: My vision of Pam's turning.
Tonight is the beginning of the end. Soon my mortality will be gone, and I shall be reborn into the life I believe I was always meant to live.
Mother and Father had grown tired of my rebellious ways. Refusing to marry. Staying out at all hours of the night. Bringing home strange men to entertain me in my sleeping quarters. They had said on many an occassion that I was a festering sore on the family name. Quite lovely of them, don't you think? But most recently I had been made aware that if I do not settle down within the year, I will be removed from the household. To fend for myself. Cast out. Deserted. Disowned. I was to be no one's Daughter. It's funny how being no one's Daughter is how I've felt through most of my adult life. I was never Mother and Father's. I was no one's, but my own.
Until I met him.
From the moment I saw him, I knew something was different. And whatever it was that he had, I wanted it too. His life, his attitude, his power.
His freedom.
He must have seen something different in me, as well, for we became fast lovers that night. And what a night, it was. I had never been with a man who had such an appetite for sex. It was almost animalistic in nature. Needless to say, I never felt more myself than when I was with him.
I must clarify that having to depend on the blood of humans for an eternity did not initially peak my interest, but after I had given it some thought, the idea of draining the human race - a race I was not very fond of recently - didn't sound like such a bad deal after all. In fact, it sounded like great fun. And if he was to be by my side, I cannot imagine it ever growing old.
Yes, this is to be my final moment as a human being. This bathtub. Eric behind me, holding me. Whispering into my ear of all the adventures we are going to have. How together, we will take over the world.
It's pouring rain outside as I feel the first stab of pain shoot through my neck. I hear the thunder roaring louder than I can ever remember it being. It's pitch black in the bathroom, random strikes of lightning emitting through the large window is the only source of light. I see flashes of him in the mirror. Flashes of us. His face buried in my neck. The streams of blood flowing down my breast to join with the water. We are beautiful. Perfect.
As I start to feel the first signs of weakness, my head lolling back against Eric's shoulder as he grasps gently at one of my breasts, I feel a smile spread across my face. This is how it was going to be. Always. I will soon awaken into the life I was meant for. The life that will never tell me no, never judge me, never deny me of myself. A life with Eric guiding me. It is the best eternity I can think of.