Chapter two- A month to distance

Pam was feeling like hell.

She opened her eyes so slowly that for one scary moment she thought she was blind, but on better thought she knew it was her tears from the night before congealed against her eyelids. The smell of her blood coming from the toilet was actually making her stomach turn even more and she wanted more than anything to just collapse back into oblivion.

But she had work. Eric would be expecting her.

Standing up on shaky legs, using the sink as support to help hold her up she flushed the toilet and stumbled weakly into the bedroom. She had an hour to get ready.

She pulled off her blood spattered dress form the night before, threw it blindly into the bathroom. Washed her face quickly, rubbing the flaky dried blood off with distaste. After pulling on her black silk dress for Fangtasia door duty, she pulled the brush through her hair a few times, gave up, and dropped on to the bed, burying herself under the plush covers.

'Fuck him.' She muttered, letting her eyes close and three minutes later, she was in a blissful state of sleep once more, leaving the Swynford house in complete silence. The water pipes would creak every so often; the ticking from the clock in the hallway was the only sound constant enough to suggest time was still in constant.

The tiny beep in the hallway downstairs however swept all pretence of quiet and rest out the house.

'Pam will you pick the fuck up, where are you?' The Viking's baritone voice bellowed through the small answering machines speakers, echoing up through the corridors of Pam's house and into the silent domain of her bedroom.

Pam grumbled incoherently beneath the covers.

'Get your lazy arse to work Pam. Pamela Swynford de Beaufort pick the fuck up?' His voice continued to yell through the stationary house.

'Pick up or I will slap you so hard you'll be begging for forgiveness instantly.' Eric threatened an all too real threat. If Pam was awake enough to listen she would have jumped out of bed, knowing the force of Eric was strong and when it was focused her way it was terrifying. But she didn't hear it.

'Suit yourself.' He finished calmly, hanging up the phone with an eerie click.

Pam would be oblivious for only ten minutes longer. Then the Viking tornado arrived.

Eric pushed the door open and was up the stairs and storming into his lazy child's room with a roar. 'Get up!' He growled marching over to the bed and pushing his hand beneath the covers. He blindly located her upper arm and pulled her out the bed and up onto her feet she yelped with the suddenness of it. He shook her hard once to stir her, in his fury not noticing the faint dried tear tracks on her face yet. True to his word, he swiftly pulled back his hand and slapped her with deafening force. 'What the fuck are you playing at?' He yelled right into her ear as Pam cried out in agony trying to push away from him, managing slightly, planning her escape to the bathroom.

'Answer me Pam.' He said but this time he spoke with a softer tone, calming down once more, the Viking warrior having been pushed back down deep inside him. He caught her arms once more and swirled her round to face him, getting the first actual look at her face. He gasped. She looked terrified. He instantly tapped into their bond and felt strong fear coming from her. It wasn't fear of him, he knew that. She gave as good as she got when it came to slaps and scratches, this was fear from something else.

'Pam...' He went to ask, coming to gather her in a hug. He began to worry even more when she held on for all she was worth, burying her head right into his chest. However as he came to tug gently at her chin to get her to look at him, she flinched back.

'I'm ready.' She muttered, walking away towards the stairs. Eric let her go; he didn't understand what was going on. She was terrified of something, she was weak, and her skin was a ghostly white allowing the blue veins beneath her skin to be seen. But that would mean she would have lost a lot of blood. That just didn't make sense.

His brow furrowed further as he walked towards the bathroom.

On entering the bathroom Eric stumbled into a state of curious despair. The room spelt like blood and fear. He could see the smattering of crimson drops on the floor and the staining of it around the white porcelain seat. He silently picked up the blooded dress and felt his heart chill just that little bit more.

'What happened to you?' He asked sadly into the silent bathroom, only to be met with the quiet secrets of the shiny pink and beige tiles. He was downstairs and in the car in a flash. He looked at her once, searched her eyes for something, for an answer, he could feel the constant bubbling fear beneath her exterior and it worried him so much that he didn't know what it was. If he knew he would help, but being dumb to it was so much worse.

'What happened to you last night?' He asked softly whilst they drove back to Fangtasia. She looked over at him, went to speak, flinched as though the words hurt coming up her throat and so closed her mouth once more. Eric sighed sadly.

And things would go like this for weeks on end.

Pam tried her best to continue as normal, despite constantly nearly collapsing with the overriding fear she felt in her stomach. Eric would watch her closely, constantly trying to approach her but she would rush away or ignore him altogether. He was worried as hell; he couldn't sleep well at all come each dawn because of the fear riding through him from her.

Even Sookie was not a good enough distraction any longer. Things were on a downward spiral.

On Tuesday, Pam had been sent down to the basement to collect a batch of True Bloods and on smelling the dirty wet aroma of the room she instantly bent over and vomited what little she had eaten all over the floor. Her knees shook with each dry heave and she tried so hard to be quiet about it.

When Eric asked her why there was blood on the floor, she lied.

'I dropped a bottle or two.' She said flippantly.

Eric didn't mention that he could smell it was hers. Instead he nodded, kissed her temple and sent her on her way.

However, on Friday, when it happened again but this time on the club floor, she did call for Eric in between shaky retches.

The patrons of the bar stood in a circle around the puking vampire, unsure if they should have helped her or not. Most would go home and exaggerate for weeks on end about the entire event.

Eric shot out of his office at the sound of gasping patrons and the weak call from Pam.

He wasn't expecting to see his child on her knees however, clutching her stomach in a death vice and dry heaving in pain.

He scooped her up quickly in his arms and growled loudly at the circle of patrons. 'Get out! Get the fuck out!' He roared when they all stood like idiots staring and within minutes the bar was empty.

'Pam, Pam what's happening?' He asked as he got her to the office just in time as she cried out, clutching at him desperately.

'Eric please, pleeeease take it away.' She begged as her body convulsed even more with the strange impossible phenomenon.

Eric began to choke on his own panic. 'What's happening, please tell me!' He yelled desperately.

She looked up with a face full of sorrow and fear and horror. 'I'm fucking pregnant.' She cried.

Eric would never remember how he ended up collapsed on the floor next to Pam or how for that matter, why he never thought for a second that it was impossible.

To be continued...

So what do you lovely people think so far? Is it a flop? Frailly x

I'm thinking my writings getting a bit messy...