Pam sat on her bed, wearing one of Eric's shirts and looking through the contents of a shoebox.

She'd really blown it this time; it wasn't the first time she'd done something to make him angry but this was the first time he'd ever threatened her.

What hurt most was that he'd meant it. He had truly been willing to kill her if she'd stayed a moment longer, all because of Sookie.

Pam thought back to earlier in the evening and wondered if by allowing Tara to die she'd damaged her relationship with Eric even more.

She picked up one of the photographs from inside the shoebox, a sepia image from around the time she was turned.

He had meant the world to her, even then. He'd been her saviour, her hero; she had never loved anyone or anything more than she loved him.

It had come as quite a shock to find out that he didn't love her in quite the same way.

She dropped the photograph back into the box with a sigh, now she didn't even know where he was.

Her head suddenly snapped us as she felt a spike of pain from Eric; she was out the door in the next moment.

His pain gave her a means to locate him and she followed it to Bill's house.

She knew the moment she stepped out of the woods adjoining the property that she was too late. She searched the deserted house anyway, just in case.

Eric and Bill had been there recently, along with several unfamiliar vampires; the signs of a struggle gave her pause but she was reasonably confident that the blood didn't belong to either of them.

She stepped back out onto the front veranda and sniffed the air.

Nothing.

She sat down on the steps suddenly feeling very lost and alone.