A/N: Sorry it took forever to get this chapter up. I have an entirely different second chapter for this story but it just didn't seem to work right. This is from Pam's POV but it's kind of...blah. I don't know. Not very impressed with myself for this one but I think I've decided from what direction to attack this story. I gotta build up and get the basics and eventually (hopefully?) something might come of it. But thank you to everyone who's read, reviewed, PM'd, subscribed, all that jazz. Getting those alerts in my email make this worth it!

And of course, I don't own these characters...

Pam

I have lived for a long while. I have seen many things and been many places. Much of my time has been spent with my Master, Eric. In all that time, however I have never seem him falter. He has never wavered, he has been a cornerstone to me for all of my undead life. Never had I seen him broken the way he was the night the Fairy War ended…

"Pam, Pam please. Let us go back to my office," Eric begged, grabbing my hands. "I need…" his voice trailed off.

I gently shook his grip from my hands. I slipped my arm around his back, "Yes, Eric, I will take you to your office." I spoke as tenderly as I could, sincerely concerned for him.

The walk to the car and drive to the bar were silent. Why he wanted to go to his office of all places was beyond me but who was I to deny him? He allowed me to drive his Corvette (key sign that something was horribly and terribly wrong),while he sat silently in the passenger seat and stared out the window.

As I downshifted into the parking lot, Eric was out of the car before I even set the brake. Quickly, I followed him through the employee entrance, down the hallway and into his office. I shut the door behind me and joined Eric on the couch. His blue eyes showed his age and he seemed to be somewhere far away. I put my hand on his knee and he jerked, just becoming aware of my presence next to him. He looked at my hand before curling his legs under himself and leaning into my lap. His head rested there as he stared fixedly at his desk.

"I do not know…I do not know anymore, Pam," his voice was hoarse. I stroked his hair silently. "I do not know the right choice. No…no. I am lying. I do know the right choice for me. But what is the right choice for her?" I smelled the bloody tear as it rolled from his eye. "I am much too old…I am too tired…"

His walls seemed to break and the crying started. Silently at first, the red tears rolled down his cheeks and pooled in the fabric of my pants. Eventually, gut wrenching sobs possessed him and he entire body shuddered for nearly two hours. The shuddering turned to trembles as he continued to weep into my lap. He continued to tremble and was occasionally attacked with a full body convulsion.

"We need…to make phone calls. I need to leave. I have to go. She needs…" his body shook, silencing him. He inhaled deeply (and unnecessarily), "She needs something…we have to…" Another shudder tore through his body. I smoothed his hair away from his forehead.

"We will provide her with whatever you want. Say the word, I will make it happen," I promised, desperately hoping to soothe his pain.

Suddenly, he sat straight up. His eyes were flashing and his cheeks blood stained. He grabbed my hands with a strength that would have crushed a mortal hand, "Promise me, Pam! Promise me you will do as I say. You must…we must protect her! I will not cause her anymore pain. Promise me!" his eyes probed mine, desperate and crazed. To say I was alarmed was an understatement.

"Of course, Master. Anything you want," I assured him and he settled back into my lap. Tears continued to fall silently and I could feel him forming a plan. His head remained in my lap as his plan to run away flowed from his lips. Occasionally, he was silenced by a body spasm and I realized he was feeling Sookie's pain through the blood bond. He wanted to run away because if the pain was unbearable for him, it must have been truly traumatic for Sookie.

"She needs to be left alone. I cannot control her shifter boss or any of the Weres, but no vampire under my authority shall bother her. I want her provided with a means to escape this mess of life we Supes have involved her with. Money, she needs money and a passport. Call my lawyer, have him draw up papers to change her name. Find the best surgeons, her beautiful body was destroyed by those bastard fairies. I want her given every opportunity to change any part of herself. Everything paid for by me. Her bank account needs to be untraceable. Even I must not be able to find her.

"Pack my bags. Retrieve my things from my house in Shreveport. I want to leave as soon as possible. I will be going to Barrow, Alaska. The more sunlight the better. It will weaken the bond. I must go. I must prepare. Order a plane ticket, one way. I want to be gone by tomorrow. You will run the bar. I do not know if I will return." The strong leader that I knew seemed to have returned, if only momentarily.

With that, he left. He left his car in the parking lot, so I knew he flew to wherever he was going. I locked up the bar and walked slowly to his car. I climbed in and held my head my hands. My Master was leaving and I had to pack his bags. A smile crossed my lips and I knew I'd ensure that he did not forget me any time soon. I turned the car on and drove to my own home.

That was nearly four months ago and now I was staring at the phone ringing in my hands. I knew exactly what day it was but the phone call still surprised me. I flipped open the phone and answered lazily, "Yes?"

"Oh, you must be proud of yourself. I will have you know that I, Eric Northman, the once great Viking warrior, am walking through the Raven Hotel wearing a velour sweat suit and Uggs. You did not retrieve my clothes from my home as I told you," my Master hissed into the phone.

"If you must know, Master I thought velour was better suited to the weather in Barrow. It's quite cold there from my understanding. Those boots might come in handy. No frostbite for you," I snickered into the phone.

"Yes, well thank you for your consideration," I could hear him rolling his eyes. "Tell me, how is the bar? Any trouble? And yourself, have you been well?"

We exchanged pleasantries for a few more minutes until finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Just ask me, Eric. You know you want to."

"Where is she? How is she? I can no longer feel her through the bond," he said the last part in a very low voice.

"She about a week after you did. She refused the bank card until I begged her to take it, telling her to just cut it up if she didn't want it. No one has talked to her since. Bill has scoured data bases for her and has come up empty handed."

"So that is it…?"

"Yep, Sookie Stackhouse seems to have disappeared."

So there's a plan...it's forming and it's working its way through my mind, it'll happen eventually. Feedback is apperciated, questions/comments/concerns...you know, whatever you want to see. Reviews (good and bad) are welcome!