True Blood

Chapter one

"FUCK!" Pam spat half surprised at the anxious look on her makers face and even more surprised that Sookie had not in fact been fucking around with her when she had called earlier.

" You need to hide him…now, if im right bill is onto his ass and running is no fucking option this time" She proceeded

"Well what am I supposed to do I mean it's his house" the faerie exclaimed with a nodding gesture towards Eric.

"This is my house?" he said looking to Pam in confusion.

"yeah (Sookie said looking at him)… but pam I rung you because, he can't stay with me I can't handle him" Sookie scoffed

"if he comes home with me that's the first fucking place they'll look; I can't risk your stupid ex dork coming and…" she didn't have time to finish that sentence because before she knew it her maker had picked her up like a piece of trash and flung her effortlessly through the living room making her to smash into the shiny wooden collapsed almost instantly, under her weight. She slivered up brushing the wood shavings off of her red sequin dress; her maker stood staring at her, Sookie next to him looking as shocked as Pam felt. Pam flipped him off ignoring the cold glare he gave her

" Whatever Sookie just take care of him" she stated still staring at him; then she sped off into the cloak of darkness.


Fangtasia was still in the shithole state Pam had left it in about forty five minutes ago, people partying hard, fighting and fucking throwing up the lot.

"stupid humans" Pam thought entering the doors of her and Eric's night club. She was instantly greeted by the sight of humans and vampires alike jumping up and down to the rave of music, ginger scurrying around the bar making drinks and a dirty biker couple fucking in the far right hand corner, she scowled in disgust pushing past the pack of breathers and made towards the office flinging the door open. Within seconds hit the secret stash of tru blood Eric had stored hoping she wouldn't find, She smiled at the thought of him before all of this bullshit had happened, then grabbed a bottle of O negative, popped the cap off and slunk into Eric's favorite chair, her lips barely touched the outside of the glass, before she was interrupted by a Knock at the Door

" If you want something ask Ginger, now fuck off" she said feeling bitterly annoyed…The door opened and it was a shock to her sight, if she were still human her heart would have flipped to the turbo of one hundred beats per second,

" Hello Pamela" came the slimy yet soft voice of someone familiar

'Russell' Pam thought Russell was here and there was no Eric to protect her.

' Russell Edgington' She shot out of her seat slamming the bottle of tru blood onto the black wooden desk and placing both hands on the slab.

" Eric's not here… your out of luck- she said with a satisfied smirk- now fuck off" she said pushing the fear in her voice deep into her gut, she wanted to run and hide like a little girl but the woman inside told her to stand there and hold her ground.

"I didn't come for Mr. Northman" He said staring at her legs making his vision known and not even bothering to hide his disgusting wondering eyes,

"I thought you were only into guys… you know like your dumb boyfriend we flushed down the sink a couple months back?" she retorted smirking sadistically at seeing the pain that crossed his face.

"Indeed Miss De Beaufort but you know…I just can't resist you Pamela" he said grinning wickedly, and next thing she knew she was under him and he was on top of her, consuming her lips in a heated kiss she tried desperately to get him off her she didn't even have time to run, she scratched at him, punched him, cursed at him, slapped him but he was triple a millennium and he wasn't getting off.

'i promised your maker i'd pay you a visit' he whispered as She fought against his grotesque weight, and in that instant he slammed into her filling her and she screamed in pain, the blood tears running down her icy cheeks before she gave up the fight her body going limp before he flipped her over pinning her front word so she was cheek down on the desk. That's how it went on for several hours straight and when he finished He scattered money over her then speeding out of fangtasia.

after the assault Pam curled in on herself, sobbing and hard; her vision flickered to the written message Russell had graffitied on the shiny desk.

'Whore'. Ginger burst into the office wearing her usual club attire, and Pam forced herself to her feet in seconds scrubbing at her cheeks,

"go home Ginger" she stammered evening out her voice

"Pam what's wrong with you why are you crying" she began but was cut off by the tornado of Pam rushing past her, crying out like the weak bitch she felt she was

"JUST FUCK OFF!...

Pam sat at the bar shaking, she couldn't stop thinking about the way he had scattered that money all over her, how it made her feel…it made her feel like the whore she was in 1905 not the Pam she was now, she swarmed down the basement stairs and got into Eric's coffin she needed to be close to him and this felt like the only way that was possible. She lay there thinking about that night Eric had saved her from what could have happened but this time he wasn't there to save her, where the fuck was he now? Vegetableised pathetic and dopey with amnesia; staying with the town hussy...literally,

Pam was in no fit state to be comparing herself to Sookie right now because she was feeling like a street walker amongst over things. She inhaled an needless shaky breath and at that moment burst into tears. She had been blocking Eric out ever since she found out he had amnesia or whatever the fuck it was, the look on his face…he didn't remember her at all, the last thing he needed was to be chasing after her.


About six hours later Pam rolled out of the coffin and as soon as she stood up deflated to the floor with a wince of pain not physical but emotional (this really could not have just happened), her whole body was reeling from what had happened just fifth teen hours earlier. It was nightfall and she had a bar to run. not just for herself but for Eric as well. She willed herself up shifting her weight towards the stairs and dragged her all way up them, it seemed to take ages but she finally made it.

Pam slivered her way over to the club door and opened it only to be met with a sight she didn't quite expect.

"Bill" she whispered out quietly watching as he paced in

"pam…we need to talk/ he started looking at her befottled appearence

'IM FINE' she stressed knowing exactly why he had come 'cut to the chase compton i dont have all day'

' ok...i need to talk about where Eric is, or rather who. his with" Bill said she could hear the jealousy in his tone and she sent him a wide eyed disbelieving look, also raising her perfect eyebrows

"I don't know where he is or… who his with err you should check in with ginger she has all of his… details" she replied snarkily

"Pam im your king- she rolled her eyes at that...Eric was her maker. she didnt give a shit if he was king- and if I ask you were your maker is you will tell me" he said staring at her, she blocked the power he had over her before he forced her to tell him Eric's whereabouts. He would have to kill her first.

"I went around Sookie's house…Just last night actually. the two were… Intimate…your maker seemed. Different?" Pam sat down scowling at the word intimate; she had always loved Eric and no one not even Sookie would change that; it hurt every time he had a new bitch or fuck buddy Sookie would be his new Sylvie when he got his memory back. She could feel it.

"Marnie and her bitches put some sort of bullshit hex on him…or whatever the fuck it is. All I know is it is bad fucking bad. We've never dealt with these sorts of cunts before. and if you knew where Eric is then why'd you come…" she said looking him in the eye, bill interrupted her

"Russell Edgington is back and I think his after all of us I already killed queen Sophie Ann, that's why im king" Pam cringed at the mention of Russell's name the thought of him on top of her made her sick to her stomach, she stared at the King straight faced.