Okay so this prompt was given by a guest

So cute! I would love one with just Pam and Eric, or one with Pam, Eric and Godric (:

I originally kept thinking of Pams first rising and thought it would be a good start and then realised on the show they only said it was 1905 so I've made this ficlet as pam being turned in December and I can't help but think of how she was turned, I imagine Eric rising then just leaving her for a week or two to cool off so here's my take of a new born pam alone!

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas just like the ones I used to know,

Where the tree tops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow,

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,

With every Christmas card I write,

May your days be merry and bright,

And may all your Christmases be white

White Christmas by Bing Crosby

The snow laying on the ground like a blanket on the ground was the first thing Pamela noticed when she awoke and rose to the surface he did it she thinks to herself, remembering his words she looks around, only to notice that she was alone, dirty and hungry she walks through the streets of San Francisco she takes a deep breath and gasps at the smell of wine and chocolate she looks around and sees an intoxicated male walking down an alley her fangs flash down and she whimpers her instincts take over and she flits towards the man and pounces onto him quickly draining him when finished she panicked and takes off into the night

Meanwhile a young boy had taken an interest in the newly rose blonde vampire feeling a connection with her and knowing one of his own created her he followed keeping a safe distance away so that she wouldn't sense him as he watched her feed he felt pride and a deep sense of shame "oh Eric! What have you done?" when she takes off without cleaning up after herself he frowns but destroys the body with fire and follows after the youngling

She turns and snarls when he gets to close and he opens their bond completely so she can feel him. She drops to her knees in shock and he helps her stand upon her feet once more "hello little one my name is Godric, what is yours?" He speaks with an accent "Pamela" she says briefly he nods and feels confusion from her and trust "I am your makers sire little Pamela" he stares down at her feet, bare she only falls short of him by an inch she looks angry at him before he raises an eyebrow at her embarrassment floods the bond and he tuts "it is ok Pamela I know that your maker, my son has left you alone! He is very angry at the moment might you tell me why?" Shame floods the bond and Pamela tells Godric all including her past in prostitution and her final ultimatum for Eric

Godric sighs "what you have done so blackmail however you should know that while Eric is angry nobody can force him to do anything he wanted to turn you that's why he did it if he hadn't of he would have left you to bleed on the cold hard floor! However we do not use blackmail to get what we want do you understand me? This is the life that you chose and you must learn to abide by the rules!" Godric said in a tone of finality he can feel Pamela's annoyance at the word rules but he stared her down until she sighed and nodded. Godric took her by the hand and led her to the house which he acquired through less than legal means

Time jump Christmas Eve

"Hello Eric my son" Godric says loudly enough to travel to the roof of the building behind him "hello father" Eric reply's in reverence, "your progeny is doing well no?" Godric asks kindly nodding down the alley he stands in the opening of, Eric looked down it and smiled "yes" he answered awed by her, Godric standed unmoving for a minute before he turned to his progeny and stared at him sternly "the bonds between a maker and progeny are an eternal commitment, greater than any marriage, deeper than any other bonds what you have done is sacrilege" Godric once more turned towards the alley "I know father, I have… shamed you, but I will make it up to you both, I will be the maker she needs and deserves" Eric stated passionately

Godric smiles and indicates his head "Have a good feed Pamela?" he asks, looking at the entrance of the alley "good and I didn't kill her!" Pam said excitedly, Godric smiles kindly to her "So I hear" he looks towards his grand-progeny and his son, "I will leave you to talk" he nodded then took to the skies chuckling as Pamela let out an exasperated sigh.

Pamela looked toward her maker and gave him a hesitant smile. "Hello Mr. Northman" she said nervously, he smiled and touched her cheek, which she subconsciously leaned into, relief ran through their bond "I am sorry, min söta" pam looks towards him and smiles "It's okay, Godric made me understand" she says rubbing her behind before she realised he was watching and smiles "What did that mean min sata" he laughed as she slaughtered his original language "min söta means my sweet" he said lifting her and taking to the sky with her in his arms he apologised one again, and promised her to always be the maker she needed and deserved.

Time Jump Christmas days eve

"Eric why exactly am I learning to dance?" Pamela asked her maker confused, "Because min princessa, we are going to a party, and that means dancing" Eric answered indulging his progeny's curious nature "Yes youv'e already said" she repied mutinously "But why Russia?" she cried indignantly. Both Godric and Eric chuckled, "Because little miss stuborn, Russia is on the brink of a civil war, the Tsar, who is throwing this party doesn't know it, but his people are protesting his Duma is only just, stoppng the war revolution is the main subject of secret meetings, the blood knows this you smelt it... fear makes the blood more enticing, no?" he replied, turnig and giving his pretty childe his full attention.

She smiled and nodded, a smile on her face as she reminisced of her earlier snack, the fear in the blood made Pam loose control and kill her donor, however Godric and Eric just chuckled at her embarrasment their replies only being "Your a baby vampire, min princessa, I was suprised that you have kept control as you have". With them finally being dressed they took off and gorged on the blood of the upper class, they danced, killed and fucked their way through the upper class of Russia, sticking around until nineteen, when revolution broke out and Eric deemed it far too dangerous for a youn vampire and they returned to America.

sorry about translation mistakes I made earlier, I am Northern Irish, and I don't know Swedish, so I made use of Google Translate, so my apologies for the mistakes i have taken out the majority of the big Swedish (fake Swedish?) stuff so only a few things remain. such as min princessa, min söta, i think i've put alskling in, these are words (phrases?) that i've read in other fics, my apologies if there wrong. And I apologise for any insult that any of my mistakes have caused. That being said there should be a New Year's fic comming today/this evening