Hey, guys, this is my first fic and I'm no good at smut scenes.

SPOILER ALERT!

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Pam's P.O.V

''I told you to leave" Eric said bluntly into the silence of his living room.

I felt butterflies form in my chest and stepped out from my hiding spot in the shadows. Yes, I knew he had sent me away, but I needed him to understand my reasoning for going against his orders and trying to kill Tinkerbell. I wasn't about to let her have him; I couldn't let him love her. She had turned him into...into a...I don't know. It was almost like she had turned him into a human. He was pathetic, a shell of what he used to be. He was full of 'love' and 'compassion' and empathy'. It made me sick. It was almost as if she had given him a soul. A filthy, human soul.

I mean, yeah, Eric had loved before obviously but not like this. He had never made sacrifices for anyone. Well, anyone but me. I was the only...his only...fuck it. The point is, I had given up everything for him. I had done everything in my power to try and restore his memories. I had even taken on these fucking trials from that disgusting excuse for a witch Marnie who, might I add, had been the one to land us in this fucking mess in the first place. But I took it, gladly, just to get him back to how he was. Then Sookie had just waltzed in and handed him his memories on a giant silver platter like my hard work meant nothing. And then he had the nerve to stand there and tell me to get out of his sight? To leave my home, our home, the home we had made together? Or, he'd kill me?

Well, i'm sorry, but no way mister. He had another thing coming. I would not leave quietly, I would show him how much he meant to me, how we felt for each other even if he didn't see it now, he would realise how much I cared. And, I did care, too! I cared a lot more than little Miss can't-make-up-my-fucking-mind, that was for certain.

I had even worn the dress I knew he liked the most on me, deep red, fitted, stopping just above my knee. My long, silky hair flowing down my back. I was a fucking dime and that faery bitch had nothing on me, I realised that now.

"You don't mean that" I shot out defensively, taking a tentative step towards him despite the fact that he had his back to me.

"Eric, you...you don't mean that, okay? What you said to me earlier, you said that in anger, she's brainwashed you. Tamed you! Made you weak. You're-you're not yourself. The old Eric would have-"

"The old Eric is GONE!" I heard him roar, wildly spinning round and grabbing my forearms in his bone-crushing grip. Whatever I had been about to say next died in my mouth as a feeling of complete and utter hopelessness clouded over me. No. I refused to give up on us! I felt my eye's rim slightly and my throat become tight but I swallowed and blinked back the tears. Feeling his hold loosen on me, I stumbled backwards clumsily, chest heaving with emotion.

"You. don't. mean. that" I stuttered, staring at him in denial, the words repeating over and over in my mind. He was still wearing his combat gear from a few hours earlier, scrap the jacket he had long since taken that off. I could see it strewn carelessly over the chair.

"She's just a human Eric," I tried to reason once more, letting out a cry of frustration as I frantically tried to think of the right words to say.

"I don't understand why you're so attached to her. Eric, it doesn't make sense! What has she that I haven't?" I yelled, childishly stamping my heel. Not one of my most adult moments I must admit, but I was trying hard not to loose my cool.

"Eric, I need to know."

His cool eyes bore into mine for a lengthy moment, reading me, probably trying to tap into my emotions but I was shutting him out. I wanted him so desperately, but I wasn't about to let him know how I felt. I wasn't going to tell him how he made me feel how such love and passion. It was still so deep and so strong, even after years of holding it in, hiding those emotions, despite his obsession with that home grown, corn fed, bed hopping redneck from Bon Temps!

"Nothing" he finally said, his voice laced with a harsh edge.

He looked me over once more before turning to pace up and down the room. I stared at him, my lips slightly parted in surprise as he moved back and forth letting his words sink in. My entire being was filled with so much confusion that it was growing hard to take. I had to know what he was feeling, this much was certain. So, I attempted to tap into his emotions, to get some input, but I was getting nothing from him. Eric had shut me off.

My own maker had shut me off.

"But," Eric continued "now we've gotten to the root of why you really hate Sookie, Pamela."

I remained silent, flinching slightly when he stopped a few paces in front of me.

"You're jealous" he accused, earning a snort from my direction.

It was my turn to turn away from him now, and I did, moving towards the door, about to make a heated retort, before he grabbed me, spinning me around to face him and then violently shoving me back a few steps.

"What is it that you want, Pam?" he asked, his voice becoming feverish.

Fishing into the pocket of his black cargo pants, he retrieved his ring. The ring he always wore, up until now. The ring that he had worn the night I had met him, the twin to my own that still rested on my finger as a symbol of our bond, our love. The bond that ran deeper than any human bond, a bond that humans would never understand, much deeper than any marriage of the flesh.

"You want this?" he added, louder now, throwing it to the ground. I felt a dull ache begin to swell in my heart and gawked at the jewellery before running and bending to retrieve it, only to be man handled by my maker once again.

"Maybe what you really want-" he growled, pushing my back up against the nearby wall, the force of his strength eliminating any space between us.

"Maybe what you really want, is this," I felt butterflies swoon in my stomach and looked up at him, wild-eyed, when I felt the touch of his lips on the corner of my mouth, only to be replaced by a rough, bruising kiss, crashing down onto my plump lips.

I returned the kiss instantly and deliberately, feeling all sorts of mixed emotions. I was shocked and I was confused, but that didn't stop me from kissing him back. But, the question that I didn't want to face still lingered in the forefront of my mind. Why the sudden change of heart? What was he playing at? I hunched my shoulders, raising my hands against his chest to break us apart. I stared up at him with pleading eyes, my red lipstick now staining his mouth.

"Don't play games with me," I breathed, circling him.

I desperately wanted this to be true, I wanted this to mean something. Not just some pathetic wind up to manipulate my emotions. Considering the fact we hadn't been even remotely intimate in four decades, well, it just seemed a little convenient.

"I'm not playing, Pam" he replied, his gaze softening. "I need to feel something familiar, everything's been so different for so long. Pam, I know you feel it too" he said, a glint returning to his eyes.

I gasped as he shoved me onto the glass dining table where his lips met mine in another heated attack. It was warm, wet, familiar. It was everything I'd remembered and more. And he kissed me with such hunger, like he needed to be fulfilled. Somewhere during the heat my fangs slipped free; I could taste his blood on my tongue, which drove me wild. I couldn't even help the immature, teen-like giggles that escaped my lips.

I pushed him from above me, rolling off of the table then keeling over in laughter. This meant that I had won, right? He had come back to me. I mean, Sookie had ended things with him but he was returning to his old self. The way he had been before little Miss sunshine appeared and took him away from me. The Eric I knew, the Eric I loved, the Eric I had been craving for all this time. I looked at him, still giggling, my hair falling clumsily over my face.

"Why are you laughing?" he questioned, looking at me with blank expression that made the laughter die in my mouth. I felt him grab me by a fistful of my hair and hurl my body through the glass doors that led to his bedroom. I felt the thick glass shatter under my spine, shards of glass jumping all about and digging into my skin. I hit the ground with a barely muffled scream, only to stop at the foot of the bed. Sitting up, I recoiled back from him, hurt and a little thrown.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it Pam?" He said.

I peered up at him, lost for words, and gasped when I felt my hand move onto a shard of glass. He bent down, picking me up by the arm, and then pulled me to him, close against his hard body.

"What are you doing?" I managed, in a whisper.

I felt his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me so that my lips were inches away from his, I searched his eyes for any sign but he would betray no emotion.

"It doesn't matter" he muttered, tracing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip "none of this matters."

There was a brief pause between us before his lips crashed against mine once again and I took as much as he gave. He pushed me back until I felt my legs hit the edge of the bed and I fell backwards, barely able to catch my breath before his body swiftly stretched to cover mine, kissing me wildly as he went. He raided my mouth mercilessly and I whimpered into the kiss, wrapping my legs around his torso, working on his belt while he stripped me free of my crimson dress and underwear. I was completely naked before him now. I wanted so desperately to feel him inside me, it was less of an urge, more of a need. I clawed at his black tank top, struggling to pull it over his head until he helped me, revealing hard, chiselled abs. And, soon, we were both completely clothe-less, bare before each other, nothing to hide behind now.

Eric's low growl sounded in my ears as he gripped my inner thighs, pushing them apart, before he moved to taste my lips with a violent hunger. I wrapped my arms around his neck, trailing my hands down his back and then felt him take a dominant hold on my hair as he forced himself into my entrance, filling me till the hilt.

His intrusion was sudden and a pain rang somewhere in the background, but I bit my lip, a moan of pain and desire threatening to escape. I held onto his biceps as he moved inside me, slower at first but soon building into a heavy thrust. He groaned, burying his face into the crook of my neck where he inhaled my scent.

I soon found myself moaning at the sensation of his lips on my neck twinned with the thrusting of his manhood, his hands hitching my legs higher over his lower back as he thrust harder and deeper inside of me. I could tell that he was close.

"Harder" I whimpered, my nails digging into his back, drawing blood.

The friction and the heat between my legs grew and grew, my fevered whining becoming louder. Eric swallowed my moaning with a fiery kiss and flipped me so that I was on top and he was on his back. I ground against him, my face cheek to cheek with his and then felt him grab at my hips and backside in a bruising, forceful hold making me ride harder and faster as I had requested of him.

I screamed out as I climaxed, my orgasm finally breaking, the loud cry of pleasure when the coil in my stomach unwound, leaving me breathless and seeing stars. My fangs itched to burst out and launch into the smooth flesh of his neck but I wanted his permission first, which was soon granted when he turned his neck in offering, waiting to be ravished. I pulled him to me, his flesh against my mouth, drinking greedily from his jugular where he had probably been bitten many times by his own maker.

His rich, ancient blood flowed freely into my mouth and I know that the feeling of my fangs sinking into his skin would do nothing but build his climax. His blood, now pooling in my mouth, drove me to another powerful orgasm and my back arched as I silently screamed his name in release. Eric rolled over a second time, bringing me with him so that he was poised above me and I was looking up at him, still panting hard and feeling very dazed, coming down from my explosive climax. I moved my hair to rest over my shoulder, uncovering my neck and offering my blood, placing my hands on his back and pulling him to me. His long, razor sharp fangs soon drive into my skin without mercy. When he pulled away from my neck, I pulled him to me for a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue as he dove into me, even harder than before.

We moaned together then, out voices singing together in the harmonic union that only he could provide. He drove into me, his strokes long and hard – unerring until they became uneven and desperate. I clawed at his sweat-slicked back as his hands curled into my hair, pinning my head in place, his zealous desire driving him on before his hips stilled completely and he roared his release, shooting his seed deep inside me, before clasping on top of me and breathing in heavy, useless breaths.

I groaned when I felt him withdraw from me and panted, trembling in exhaust, rolling onto my side and gripping the silk sheets to my naked body, a smile playing on either side of my lips.

I had him back. My Eric had come back to me, not the Eric Sookie had created, but the Eric I knew the Eric I fell in love with.

Not long after that my body drifted into a dreamless sleep.