Pam sat in the back seat of the black suv listening to the strangers utterly irritating moaning to Eric about bombing the authority and how royally fucked they all were. She was beyond furious with her maker. He had been gone for more than six and a half months well...nearly seven but who was counting?. Eric had just picked up and left without so much as a goodbye, he hadn't even bothered to leave a fucking letter to explain to her just where the fuck he was going. And to top off that pile of shit he had managed to worm his way into her pants only a couple weeks before he had threatened to end her life. A life he had been so quick to give her. A life they had fucking built together. And a life he was prepared to fucking throw away all because of some slattern, trailer trash Tinkerbell.
Courtesy to those lovely said with complete sarcasm eventsshe'd suffered the worst symptoms of illness. Only to which she could put down to the stress of everything that had gone on in the previous months. First came the Nausea, then came the tiredness, then came the fainting spells and when that had all passed she'd been burdened with the worst back pains which still occasionally payed her the odd visit.
But, back to the present.
Pam was currently sat, no squashed, rather uncomfortably between Jason and Sookie Stackhouse, Jessica hamby Bill Compton's wayward progeny And lastly her own progeny Tara. The black oversized hoodie she was wearing hid her petite frame, shielding any visible signs of illness. The heat of the car only added to her irritability. Everything bothered her these days, everything down to the smell of Sookie's blood, the ticking scratch of the strangers voice, Jessica's nervous biting of her nails and last of all the bunch, the fact that because of Eric's and his "new friends" stupidity her bar could be under attack. Pam spoke up at that point:
"If that suit comes near me or any of my shit" Pam blurted out cutting off the stranger completely from whatever she had been saying. All eye's in the car flew to Pam's small form, Eric' included. His cool eye's watched her form the rear view mirror of the car. Pam swallowed hard, not from nerves of the situation but from the sudden surge of nausea that was now gracing her stomach in all it's unwanted glory.
"Will you please, shut up about your shit. when the world is about to end" The brunette woman barked sternly turning around to face the blonde with a serious glare. Pam's confusion reseeded through her being coming out as a low growl in her throat. Who was this...this stranger? why was she calling the shots? why was Eric allowing this? So many why's for she had so many questions, her main question being:
JUST WHO THE FUCK WAS THIS WOMAN!
'"hey" Pam mused quietly trusting herself to remain calm. Remain silent and collected. Just like she'd been disciplined to do in her human life, though her current swing in mood was screaming at her to protest. She could still hear her mothers word's they rang through her head whenever she faced situations much like these. quiet Pamela you must not speak, if you have question's do not ask, it is not your place. FUCK THAT! Pam had long since scrapped that motto.
"I Don't know about the world, but if you don't stop spouting me bullshit orders i'm gonna end your face' she added her voice sweet but tipped with a venom point. A barely visible smug smirk played at either side of her lips before it melted away, falling from her face quicker than a bullet out of a gun.
She suddenly realised she shouldn't have said that. But it couldn't be helped, this other woman needed to be put in her place.
The car swerved to a Holt in a one hundred and eighty degree angle cutting Pam off completely. She flew forward in her seat. Slamming back hard when Eric killed the engine.
"Eric what the hell" She winced taken a back. She then felt the familiar grasps of nausea taking over her a second time for the first time in two months. She to sat forward in her seat, feeling a nauseating butterfly sensation form in her stomach. Just above her navel. More bile arose in her throat
"no not here" she thought
"Nora, a word" said Eric. His eyes still glued to Pam as he added privately. What was this foreign word privately? Eric never kept things from her. He didn't speak in private, not to other people and especially not to other women!. Pam flew from her seat to meet Eric on the other side of the car door.
"Who the fuck is Mary Poppins and can I please kill her" She spat viciously. Glaring at the back of the threat head as she tried to keep up with Eric's fast pace. She was doing a pretty lousy job of it.
"She's my sister" Eric stated calmly walking away from her As if he hadn't just dished out the most shocking news Pam had heard in a fucking while. The progeny felt a heavy weight settle on her heart and she strode but continued to stride after him.
"In over a hundred years, you never to me hey I have a super irritating sister, she dying to meet you, you're really gonna hate her guts" Pam asked trying to hide the emotion which was evident in her tone.
"Any reason to" Eric said never slowing his pace.
"other than the fact that I've shared my entire life with and all you do is lie to me-" she begun but before she could blink he was in front of her. In her face. Almost kissing distance.
"If Bill is out there he may well be, looking for us. The state of Louisiana basically just declared war against us" She cut him off.
"So you don't think I deserve to know these things?" She found herself grabbed by both arms. In an aching hold.
'NOW IS NOT THE TIME!" he sneered dangerously close, Pam was about to protest when she had no other choice but to clamped her hand over her pink lips. Vomit forced its way up in her throat. She belched out loud turning away from Eric and rushed fast paced towards the beach. Eric watched on confused on a number of levels but never the less he turned and swaggered off thinking nothing of it.
'Pam hit the sand hard. A mess of shivers and gags. She heaved a few times. Up came the b negative she had previously ingested spewing everywhere in a sickly mess.
Shortly after Pam sat on the shore shivering. Feeling crimson tears run down her porcelain cheeks .She felt Tara take a seat beside her
"Fuck off Tara" she stuttered flatly in an appalling attempt to compose her voice "I mean it"
Tara grinned and slid closer. Pam scowled.
"You just don't want me to see you cry" Tara smiled playfully putting a hand on Pam's shoulder. Pam shrugged her off. Scrubbing at her tears.
"im not fucking crying" she snapped defensively. Tara rose and eyebrow. The the breath deflated from Pam like a balloon. " fine im crying but it's because im pissed and…-she trailed off- and tired, ' she added running a finger through her hair.
"You know love doesn't have to be competition between you and somebody else" Tara soothed. Pam couldn't help the involuntary sob that escaped her mouth. Vamp speed she grabbed her progeny clutching onto her for dear life.
"Whats the matter Pam" Tara asked a hint of concern in her voice.
When she had calmed down enough, she pulled away scrubbing at the remaining tears.
"Tara I…" she begun but was cut off by the redneck accent of Jason Stackhouse. Pam didn't need to be told twice. She was on the scene before Tara was.
"I AM FUCKING SICK OF YOU VAMPS BRAIN RAPEING ME AGAINST MY WILL!" Jason screamed. He held Nora at gun point. The weapon squared against her chest. Eric looked as if he were about to rip Jason's head off. He snarled as Jason beat the gun on against Nora's rip cage.
Pam lunged forward to Nora's defence. If anyone could get through to Jason, It was her.
"Jason, don't want to do this" Pam said staying as calm as possible but all she could think of was that the gun was now pointed at her chest.
"Pam...move I, I don't want to hurt you I'm trying to help you…you can't stand Nora" he spit out the words as if they were poison.
"Well the feeling's neutral" Nora muttered, Pam turned to glare at her vampire aunt before she turned back to face Jason.
Jason and Pam had a brief fling last year, which resulted in his soft spot for her. She practically felt Eric tense up, his possessive side taking over.
"You know what will help me, If you pull the trigger" She broke down then, her eyes taking on a wide teary nature as she ignored Sookie's yells of protest.
" Don't make me do this" Jason begged pulling the gun to aim, and also taking the gun off safety. Eric let out a feral growl of warning approaching the two of them. Pam was surprised he still cared.
"Do it Jason" she pleaded with him voice desperate.
"Pamela no!" came Eric voice a panicked streak to it. He stepped closer towards her. Pam snatched the gun from Jason's hand and hit him round the head knocking him out cold before raising it at heart level. Eric was in front of her before she could blink. He attempted to grab the gun from her grasp, but she held on with all her strength. Though it would probably prove fruitless.
"Pam stop, I'm begging you, I'm sorry okay? we can fix things between us i'll be better...i'll treat you better" he said the desperation clear in his tone as he took her face in his hands ignoring Tara's shouts as she was being held back by Jessica.
"No" she wailed being the hormonal mess she was.
She looked up at him feeling raw despair clutch at her. The movement inside of her stomach returned, that did it.
"I'm sorry" she whispered readying the gun for fire.
"NO!" Eric roared as she pulled the trigger, closing her eyes. She had expected to feel herself explode. Melt away, for it to hurt...anything.
She opened her eyes only to be met with the sight of Eric. He towered over above. It was then she realised they weren't even real bullets in the gun, they were fucking blanks.
"Fuck you Jason!...fuck you!" she screeched. She through the gun hard at his limp body. More hot tears ran to stream down her face. She began to sob hysterically, covering a her face with one dainty hand. Eric seemed to have recovered from his momentary shock. In one swift motion he grabbed her by her throat in a crushing hold.
"You were willing to just throw everything away, leave me here how you could do that to me, you wanted to die" He snarled into her face. Hitting her with accusations.
"You finally see Eric, you finally get it. I wish I was dead, I have been for the past four years ever since- " She stopped herself staring him in the eyes recalling the past six months ago. His eyes instantly flashed. That hurt. Regret...maybe? Guilt? she didn't care. He dropped her to her knees turning away from her. She hissed in agony getting up only to pace after him.
"Why would you do this?" Nora bleated. Pam's vision remained fixed on her maker, a long stream of mascara running down her face. His back was to her now...again. His rejection killed her.
"Nora" he finally spoke after some long moments of silence.
"Come" The brunette looked to her brother before her gaze settled on his progeny. Her lips formed into a thin line.
"Eric" Pam cried out last minuet. Nora lingered for a few seconds longer before she joined her brother taking to the skies,
"I'm sorry" Pam whispered.
She practically shook with hurt. It was then she felt the hand off Tara on her back for the second time that evening.
"Let's go" Tara said her voice warm and comforting,
Pam nodded absently. She dragged her emotions together and they sped off into the night. leaving a confused Jessica, Sookie and Jason.
"Well that went well" Sookie said Jason rolled over on the floor and groaned…
When Pam and Tara got back to Fantasia it was quite. Ginger must've gone home. Pam went straight to the bar helping herself and Tara to a bottle of true blood.
"Thanks" Tara smiled. She raised it to her lips. "so are you gonna tell just what the fuck is going on" she asked impatiently. Pam took one sniff of her B negitive then screwed her face up a small involuntary gag forced its way through her lips.
'im gonna puke' Pam belched.
'Pam what the hell- Tara was cut off when 10 armed human authority members burst in.
"Freeze Vampers" the leader yelled. Pam spun around wildly.
"Are either of you Pamela Swynford de Beaufort?" the man demanded.
"And you boys are" she asked shooting her trade mark shit eating grin.
"No vampires are allowed to run bars" the officer spat. "governors orders"
"Gentleman I'm sure we can work this out" Pam began turning on the charm of glamour but the man sprang the gun up at her. She jumped.
"on your knee's vampire now" Tara instantly dropped to the floor on her knees. It was then Pam felt anger rise in her chest and she squared up to the bastard.
"Excuse me...NO!" She snarled into his face only to be met with the a bullet wound to the diaphragm just above her intestine. It sent her flying into the bar bottles smashing around her.
She shrieked as she felt it the pain rise from her core and settled in the middle of her stomach.
"Pam" Tara yelled running over to where she lay sprawled out on the floor. The men fled. Pam clutched her stomach as you could practically see the monster or whatever the fuck it was kicking her violent and it hurt so bad.
Pam screamed out in pain. Tara moved to unzip the rest of Pam's Gucci hoodie. Pam grabbed her hand and squeezed with enough pressure that she was shore Tara's hand was breaking.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME" She struggled. She cried out again.
"I have to see" Tara said stubbornly. She unzipped the hoodie. A gasp leaving her lips. "fuck" Tara whispered staring at Pam's protruding stomach. "What the hell?" her progeny questioned however, Pam was in too much pain to say anything. ' I need to take a closer look' Tara stammered before she rolled Pam's shirt up to reveal her pale stomach and the wound just above her bra line. Tara shook her head "shit its really bad" She breathed. Pam whimpered "...I gotta call Eric" Tara stammered.
Pam's eyes went wide with a mixture of pain and worry. And as If one Que, her maker and her vampire aunt entered the bar lost in some conversation...well argument about Billith. Their version soon shifted in Pam and Tara's direction.
"Pam?" Eric said with a voice full of concern. He vamped it to her side where he practically pushed Tara out of the way. At her condition confusion etched onto his features. He placed a hand on her rounded stomach and they locked eyes. Pam shook her head looking away. She felt tears spill over, she clenched her teeth. In one swift movement Eric removed the foreign invader was out of her body before she could protest. She barely felt a thing.
Pam breathed in heavily.
"what the fuck was it?" Tara queried moving to stand by her makers side. She took hold of Pam's soft hand.
"Where did they get this?" Eric quizzed looking towards Nora, the brunette snorted sarcastically.
"What do you mean where did they get this...the general said the government were developing new weapons" she stated, however Tara cut across her when she queried:
"What general?"
After a moments silence Eric answered. "The general I killed" He said looking back at Nora.
Pam breathed finally finding the strength to slide off of the bar with a helping hand from Tara of course. She braced herself against the bar top closing her eyes exhausted from the nights events. Hadn't Eric and his stupid British sister put everyone through enough tonight? What more would Eric put her through? these four years past had been an endless whirlwind of shit. And it kept on without fail getting worse.
'"Dead general got it" Tara said glumly. And Pam let out a slow unneeded breath.
"They fucking did it" Nora spoke almost disbelievingly "the humans are fighting back"
And Pam fucking lost it.
"what did you expect?,"The blonde progeny snapped "they just lie there and take it!"
"Well they've never thought back before have they" Nora defended, her voice slightly raised as Pam glared at her. Pam fixed her icy gaze back on Eric who could barely look her in the eyes.
"This could have all been avoided" She hissed at him. catching his attention. His eyes bore into her feminine frame for a long few moments."this is your fault Eric" She looked to Nora "and you, so you two geniuses can fix it"
There was a long minuet of awkward silence between the trio. Before Eric spoke her name and when he did Pam flinched.
"I don't want to hear anymore" She said her hand travelling down to the swell of her stomach to where a dull pain started to reseed. She sucked in a sharp breath grabbing hold of her progeny's arm.
"Are you okay?" Tara finished Eric's sentence.
"Fine" Pam muttered tiredly. Eric looked to his vampire sister.
"Leave us" He ordered. The brunette hesitated before nodding her head in understanding. She took a hold on Tara's arm escorting her out of the room not before the baby vampire spared a look of uncertainty in Pam's direction before she disappeared behind the door. Once the bar clear of any British smart mouth's and whiny progeny's Pam moved in the direction of the stools, she held the small of her back drawing in a harrowing breath before she claimed a seat.
"Pam what's going on with you?" Eric asked from behind her after a moments silence. Pam sighed falsely"you know better than to attack an armed authority member especially twelve of them"
The blonde female spun around in her seat. And then looked up at her maker with tired eyes.
"It's a little too late to play the concerned maker Eric" Pam cut him off sharply. Eye's cold and unblinking. Eric sighed.
"Your my progeny Pamela, your physical and mental well being is of importance to me"
Pamela-Darla-Sywnford-De-Beaufort scowled.
"Really? well. you have a great way of showing it" She muttered feeling a lump form in her throat. And they fell into a silence again. Well that was until Eric spoke up again Clearly irritated.
"Okay well when you stop sulking perhaps we can talk" Pam bit her lip feeling tears well up in her eyes. "...until then I'll give you some time, I have more important things to attend to-"
"More important things" Pam repeated nodding her head. "I don't have time Eric!" Pam blurted out her voice cracking slightly on the last part. Her word's caught Eric's attention sharp and her desperate tone set his teeth on edge.
"What do you-
"I'm dying" Pam cut her him off before he could even finish his sentence. "There you go Eric that's what's wrong with me. Im dying, I have two months left, three at the most. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm in sort of a hurry to get the hell away from you " She added turning to leave. Eric stood there frozen in place his cool eyes following Pam's small form.
In all the things he had expected Pam to say he had not seen that coming, her words took a moment to sink in. Pam had already begun walking away towards ground when he went after her.
"Pam- Pamela" he called after her ordering her to stop. However she kept going. That was until he took a hold on her arm "What are you talking about? what do you mean?" he threw the questions at her which were to much to bare.
Pam swallowed thickly.
"you know what I mean Eric"she whispered in a small voice. Eric took a step closer his hand finding the back of her neck. He wiped the lone crimson tear that had escaped from her eye to run down her cheek.
"look Pam, it's been a long night you don't know what your saying" he said evenly the denial creeping it's way into his tone. The woman stared up at him desperately.
"you should have been here Eric," She said brokenly "I needed you and you weren't there" She whispered blinking up at his blue eyes. She moved her hands to cover his "I can't bare to be near you right now" she said pushing his hands from her face. It was time to go, she needed to get away from here, away from Shreveport, Away from Eric, tonight. She headed towards ground. And Eric finally let her go or so it seemed.
ERIC P.O.V:
The viking stood there dumbstruck. His baby, his lover, his best friend, his child was dying….dying.It took Eric a while to snap out of his foggy thoughts when he heard the basement door slam. And the realisation dawned on him, he should never have fucking released her, he never should have left for the authority, maybe if he had stayed all this could have been prevented, that was becoming apparent.
He had his speech planned out, everything he was going to say, well, that was until he got to the basement. Where her took in the sight's of his frantic companion.
"what are you doing" he asked, feeling his throat grow tight.
"Im leaving you" she answered his question dryly, throwing a black maxi dress into her suit case and then hastily zipping it up. Pam was not leaving him, especially after everything she had just told him. After everything he had done for her and the length's he had gone to keep them safe. to keep her safe...now he was angry.
Pam p.o.v
In a forcade of movement Eric's hold was on her throat. He smashed her into the wall so hard plaster rained down on them both.
"You are not going anywhere" The viking vampire growled fangs bared. Pam breathed heavily staring up at him with wild eyes.
"why not" she screamed at him "face the fucking facts Eric, you haven't been there and now I'm dying, I don't want to die in front of you, I don't want you to have to watch me whither away" he realised her backing away from her, "In fact I don't want to die at all" she broke down. And with those words she pushed past him making her way up the basement stairs. Nora was stood in Eric's office while Tara stood behind the bar clearing up the shards of sharp glass.
"Ginger" Pam beckoned weakly, her vision scanning the room. A small woman came running out of the bathroom on Pam's command wearing her usual club attire Screaming when she caught sight of Pam's protruding stomach, earning herself one of Pam's famous eye rolls.
"I need you to call doctor Ludwig tell her to get her down here-"her stomach fluttered again and she added "now" Ginger nodded quickly running over the stage and towards office door.
"what are you doing" came the voice from about a metre away.
Pam ignored him biting her nails but soon felt Eric soon spin her around to face him.
"Pam you're not going die, I will not lose you" He said seriously pulling her to him. Pam squirmed against him trying to escape from the contact.
"Eric we have a problem" Came Nora's British drool.
Eric and Nora spoke in the office for what seemed like ages and Pam mentally battled whether to go in or not, however they soon left and Tara and Pam entered inside, with Pam desperately trying to avoid any eye contact with her love. her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, Tara opened it "ya called" said the ugly crooked old lady.
"I did… I need your help" Pam said.
"Lie down" The doctor sighed and Pam obediently so rolling her shirt up in the process.
"have some bad blood?" Ludwig scoffed sarcastically.
"Fuck off" the progeny hissed. Eye's falling towards the black and white monitor. Soon a cold jelly was slavered onto Pam's abdomen and shivered at the contact flinching slightly, when the scanning device was placed on to her skin.
"what is this what are you doing?" Pam asked staring towards spike the gremlin.
"it's an ultrasound machine this is gonna help us see whats going on inside-the doctor trailed off her grey eyes widening in shocked surprise. Pam's stomach fell into her butt.
"It's bad isn't it" She broke down "just fucking tell me how long I have a month or two I've been feeling so nauseous lately is that a sign to?" she sniffled burying her face in her hands. " I would have called sooner but i was just fucking scared-
"you've got six weeks" doctor Ludwig cut in, about to speak again but Pam stopped her dead, sobbing,
"six- the words died in her mouth doctor Ludwig shook her head and spoke again.
"your due in six weeks" that stopped her dead in her tracks and this time she sat up looking at the image that flickered on the monitor and made out a small but visible figure.
"what do you mean im due in six weeks" she said her voice coming out more than pathetic. her maker walked in then and stopped in front of the duo.
"Is everything alright." He questioned, Looking towards Pam and then towards the screen "what?" he demanded, doctor Ludwig shook her tiny bobble head.
"Mr Northman your Pamela seems to be pregnant" She said turning her attention's back to Pam, who looked pale and clad "you are pregnant, congratulations it's a girl"