Title: 'It's The Little Things."
Summary: Pamela finds out how sweet her maker can be sometimes.
A/N: I used a line from the first episode season six
Summer 2013:
"You know, love doesn't have to be a competition between you and everybody else."
Tara's innocent remark one night in bed had been stuck in Pamela's head for a week. She hadn't really communicated with Eric for months, mostly because the whole Billith bullshit. That, and his annoying tag-a-long sister Nora. She scoffed at the thought of her aunt. The dark, tiny, British woman had pissed her off continously since they met. Her thoughts quickly returned to her maker. Her Eric, no matter what Nora or fairy Sookie believed.
She smiled as she twirled a blonde lock in her fingers. It had gotten a little longer in the months since she made Tara, mostly because her progeny liked it that way. She thought about the way Eric would hold her close, call her his blonde darling. He'd run those cold, large, and pale fingers through her locks. She remembered the look in his eyes whenever she brushed her hair at night before going to ground.
A ghost of a blood tear ran down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, and took a deep breath that she didn't need. She didn't want Tara to sense her feelings so she blocked off her end of the blood bond. She knew she would need an excuse later for that. Putting that out of her mind, she reached for her phone and found Eric's number. She hovered over the contact, letting her delicate fingers touch the numbers, and bit a fang into her lip. Sighing, she put the phone in her pocket and went back to work.
3:00 AM...
Tara was dead asleep. Her dark arms wrapped tightly around Pamela. She watched her naked form before smiling a little and covering her up. She flipped a light on by the bed and grabbed a robe. Taking one more look at her girl, she went to the living room. Her thoughts turned once more to Eric as memories of nights with him floated in her mind. Not that she wasn't happy with Tara, but she missed what she had with Eric.
She thought about the way Eric would hold her at night. She closed her eyes and could almost feel him near. She shivered as Eric's strong arms cradled her in her mind. The thought was broken as there came a soft knock on her door. She vamp sped to the door, her fangs drawn just in case it was trouble.
"You know I'm just being polite right? I could use my key princess." Eric's voice vibrated through the strong oak door.
Pamela grinned as she pulled the door open, but then she schooled her features to seem indifferent. Placing a hand on her hip, arching her eyebrow, and letting the side of her robe lift a little.
"So, my dear Eric...what helpless damsel do I have to hide away now?" She said. Eric smiled a little before coming in and closing the door.
"No damsel. How's Tara?"
"Fine, and no you still can't have her."
Eric laughed as he pulled her into his arms, and placed a kiss gently on her forehead.
"I missed my blonde darling." He whispered and she rolled her blue eyes. They made it to the couch. She realized then with Eric, she need not worry. He would never forget her.
"I missed you too. Why haven't you been around, I mean, besides business." She said trying hard not to sound needy. Eric stared in her eyes as he pulled her closer, letting a hand run up and down her back slowly.
"That, I assure you, is the only reason I've been away. Shall I come around more often?" He asked but she played indifferent.
"Well don't go out of your way Eric. I don't need a babysitter." She said looking away with a half smile.
"Sure. Miss spoiled." He whispered and she laughed.
"I will come around more. And Pamela?"
"Yes?"
"I love you. My child."
"I love you too Eric. My Eric. You are still mine right?"
"Always yours."
Yes, it really was the little things.
