*A/N Every now and then I turn on my Paric Playlist… (Yes I have one… don't judge…) and songs inspire me. The idea for this came from Alanis Morrisette's "You Oughta Know" and Nirvana's "Where Did You Sleep Last Night?" Don't own either of them or any fictional characters mentioned in this story. Damn.

You Oughta Know

"Pamela, I have some business to attend to. I'll be back later." Eric said putting on his jacket.

"Let me guess." Pam said with an eyeroll. "Does that business have anything to do with a gap-toothed gash in a sundress?"

"This business is none of yours. I'm tired of your insolence and attitude. Everything isn't about you. Grow the fuck up." Eric snapped as he walked out the door.

Pam grabbed the nearest thing to her on the desk, which happened to be a calculator, flung it toward the closed door, and watched as it shattered into a thousand pieces. It was pretty symbolic of the shape her heart was in these days. She briefly considered cutting the crotches out of every pair of jeans Eric owned, but figured that he'd see that as a desperate cry for attention and hate her more.

That goddamn Sookie ruined everything. Her maker was lost to her and it was all the podunk fairy's fault. One little taste of fae blood had ruined her whole existence.

She needed to release her emotions and turned on her favorite angry song.

I want you to know, that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Pam had gotten used to Eric filling his needs with other women over the years (hell… she'd done it herself), but had never worried that he'd always come home to her. Sookie changed that. She should be happy for Eric's happiness, but it made her fucking miserable.

And really, what was so goddamn spectacular about Sookie fucking Stackhouse? She didn't really love Eric and had told him she never would. Why couldn't Eric see what was so blatantly obvious? Fairy snatch sure could cloud a vampire's judgment.

She loved Eric. She loved him, she loved him, she loved him. And she would always love him. Did she not wait on him hand and foot and worship his much deserved magnificence? Had she not satisfied his every whim and his lust for over one hundred years?

'cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive

Since the night that she first rose as a vampire all those many years, Eric had sworn to be her everything, and to her, he always would be. Did Sookie know how deep their bond was? Did Eric still know what it meant to her or was he forgetting her? She'd rather meet the sun in the morning than think about the two of them happy together they way they once war. It would hurt far less.

It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

She knew that Sookie would never be able to keep up with her sexually, no matter how sweet that fairy snatch was. Surely Eric would tire of her… wouldn't he?

'cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it

Two could play this fucking game. If Eric insisted on leaving her alone while he acted like an infatuated tween over Gappy, she was no longer going to get mad. She was going to get EVEN. Eric may call her childish, but he was certainly no better when it came to her giving attention to anyone else… particularly other men. It was high time he got a little taste of his own medicine… then maybe he'd realize how fucktarded he'd been acting over Sookie and come home for good.

She walked out of the office and into the main club area of Fangtasia. Fangbangers were of no interest or use to her and the place was lousy with them. She sauntered over to the bar when something big and wolfish caught her eye.

"My my, Alcide Herveaux… what brings you to Fangtasia tonight?" she asked flashing her biggest grin.

He would satisfy her needs JUST fine… and Eric would shit a brick. This was TOO perfect.