Author's Note: This is something that has been rattling around in my brain for a while. It is my version of the end of True Blood Season 4. This fic is told from Pam's POV. I don't know yet if it will be a one-shot or not. I guess I will let my muse decide.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters. True Blood is owned by Alan Ball. Southern Vampire Mysteries is owned by Charlaine Harris. I own nothing.

AFTERMATH

The anguish and fury were beyond anything she had ever felt. She hadn't known this kind of agony was even possible, like being torn apart from the inside out. She could feel the scalding pain down to the very marrow in her bones. Pam clenched her fists and shrieked. Screaming in rage, she brought her fists down in a wild arc. Eric's desk splintered into a hundred pieces, shards flying in every direction. She wanted to kill him. And she wanted to kill his precious fucking fairy. She wanted to make him hurt the way she was hurting. Why had this happened? How could he have done this to her? She couldn't understand. The blood in her veins, his blood, was crying out ….. betrayal, betrayal, betrayal.

"Get out of my sight ….. get out of my sight before I kill you."

Eric's words rang in her ears over and over. Pam screamed again and threw two chairs across the room. In a blind rage, she turned around and pulled a bookshelf down, flinging it against the opposite wall. A filing cabinet followed, pictures and memorabilia were torn off the walls and smashed. Looking wildly around the room for something else to destroy, her gaze settled on the black leather sofa. She launched herself at it, her hands curved into claws, as she ripped the sofa into shreds and tatters.

"Get out of my sight ….. get out of my sight before I kill you."

He had threatened to kill her. His face twisted in rage, he'd threatened to kill her and he had meant it. She had felt the danger emanating off him in waves and she had turned and ran for her life, afraid of him for the first time ever. She was dimly aware that she was beating her fists into the floor. She could hear guttural, almost feral moans coming from deep in her chest. Her vision had blurred and everything was tinged with red. She realized she must be crying.

"Get out of my sight before I kill you."

Eric had rejected her. The one being who meant everything to her, was everything to her, her Maker, had cast her aside. All she had wanted was to save him. He had been going to sacrifice himself for that goddamn fairy. She couldn't have borne it, couldn't have stood by and watched him commit suicide. So she had fired the bazooka. And then he had turned on her and looked at her with sheer hatred in his eyes. Pam couldn't begin to comprehend it. Eric hated her; her Maker hated her.

"Get out of my sight before I kill you."

She had loved him for a hundred years, loved him since the night they had met. She'd loved him when he turned her. She was his, and she would have done anything for him. He had rescued her from a hellish human existence and given her a new life. He had been her father, her teacher, lover, brother, confidant, and best friend. Now he was lost to her.

"Get out of my sight before I kill you."

Pam wrapped her arms around herself and rocked back and forth. She was suffocating. She didn't need air, had no need to breathe, but she knew she was suffocating. Was this what it felt like to go insane? She threw her head back and wailed.

"Get out of my sight before I kill you."

Suddenly she had to be away from this place. Away from Shreveport, away from him, away from the memories that were cutting into her like silver-tipped razors. Pam got to her feet and ran out the back door of Eric's office. She didn't stop for her car, didn't think about where she was going; just ran blindly into the night. She was desperate to escape. If she could run far enough away, the pain wouldn't be able to find her.

"Get out of my sight before I kill you."

She ran and ran for hours. On some level, she was vaguely aware of the landscape passing her by. She could feel the ground beneath her pounding feet and the wind whipping through her hair as she ran. Trees, buildings, and other structures passed by in a blur but they meant nothing to her. Finally, the lightening sky began to penetrate the fog which had been numbing her mind. Sunlight meant danger and the dawn meant death. She stopped and looked around. Where was she? She didn't know this place. She was alone in a forest somewhere in the mountains. Why was she here? Why had she been running? The sky was becoming lighter and lighter. Suddenly terrified, she dropped to her knees and began digging herself into the earth. She had to hide from the blazing sun. She dug herself down further and further until she could no longer sense the cruel light. Her limbs were becoming heavy and she could feel the tug of the day dragging at her consciousness. Just before it pulled her under, the vampire heard a voice she thought she ought to recognize flash through her shattered memory.

"Get out of my sight before I kill you."