Chapter 3
Pam's expression remained insolent , but truth be told, the moment she had layed eyes on the demented shrink, her heart sank. Metaphorically of course.
Her mind was racing. What could he possibly want with her? Whatever it was it couldnt be good. That was obvious given the fact she was currently shackled to a bed. The possibilities made her cringe.
She was well aware that the doctor had developed a somewhat obsessive attatchment to her back at the camp, but at the time she'd found it amusing and had even used it to her advantage on more than one occasion. Seeing him again though, felt like a sick nightmare making its unwanted return.
"Its been a long time Pam. I thought maybe you'd have forgotten about me by now."
Dr Finns voice carried through her and made her skin crawl, but she plastered a flirty smile on her face and locked her blue eyes with his beady grey ones.
"Has it?" She asked, cocking her head to the side thoughtfully. "Seems to me like it was only yesterday we were sitting in your office...talkin about our hopes and dreams..." She drawled with a wink, but the shrinks face remained unamused.
"You were different ya know..." He started, as he inched a little closer to the side of the bed, reaching out he took a strand of silkly blonde hair between his finger tips, almost mesmerized by the softness and he stared past her. "You were nothing like the other vampires I sessioned with..."
Pam shuddered at the feeling of his grubby hands on her, she didnt like this at all. Being so powerless and submissive in the presence of a human. She was becoming fearful as she could see the dark intent in his yes but she tried not to let it show.
She unclenched her teeth and tried to mask the great displeasure that his soft touch brought on.
"Oh...?" She inquired, and Dr Finn nodded absent mindedly as he continued carressing her hair and forehead.
"Oh indeed." He said matter of factly and looked up finally meeting her eyes.
"You see Pam...we've got some unfinished business, you and I..." He sneered and suddenly his eyes went dark.
Before she could muster up a response, Dr Finn reached up and pressed a button on the IV pump that sent 5 ML of coloital silver to travel down the tubing and into her veins, causing a searing pain to radiate through her.
She could feel it as it moved through her body, setting fire to her insides and making her feel even weaker than she already felt.
She was helpless to stop the pained whimper that escaped her lips as she glared up at her captor. Her eyes were murderous as she trembled through the pain, and she held onto the bed railings so hard the nearly bent.
Dr Finn cocked his head to the side and looked at her with narrowed eyes. He almost looked dissapointed.
"Is that all you have to say Pam?" He implored, moving to the other side of the bed, his tone condescending.
"Because If memory serves, I know for a fact that you can be very...very vocal." He husked taking hold of her chin, softly at first, but when she refused to meet his eyes, he tightened his grip and jerked her around to face him.
Still, she defiantly kept her eyes cast to the side, her jaw firm and he chuckled.
"I should have known you'd play stubborn at first." he sighed, turning and unlocking a metal cabinet behind him.
He began shuffling through the contents, his movements relaxed and leisurely.
When he finally found what he was searching for, he turned and moved back towards Pam, not bothering to shut the cabinet doors.
Pam raised an eyebrow as he stepped back into her line of sight, revealing his spoils.
It was a metal tray containing numerous torture devices, all made of silver she noticed, as he placed it on a wheeled table next to her bed and pulled it to him.
She recognized quite a few of the items, having partaken in a large number of her own torture sessions, as well a been the victim of them on several occasions, but there were a few that remained curious to her.
"But thats ok..." He sneered, picking up what looked like an old rusty shower head with a long hose on the end. Leaning up, he attatched it to some sort of faucet above the bed before tugging on Pams gown, rolling it upward until it stopped and bunched up just beneath her chin, exposing her bare breasts and stomach.
The blonde vampire gritted her teeth and gripped the bed railings. She felt extremely violated. Not about the fact that she was apparently about to be tortured, but more because this pathetic sack of blood was seeing her nude. Why she felt this way, she had no idea. She had been a whore for over a decade and modesty had always been a foriegn concept to her.
"Ive been a shrink for a long time Pam..." He flashed her a cocky smile. "Ive got plenty of tricks to help get those feelings out.
Dr Finn pressed a botton on the shower head and positioned it over her midsection. A few seconds later, a stream of liquified silver came dripping from the head of the device, quickly melting the flesh it touched like acid.
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Tara sighed, and for what felt like the ninety millionth time that night, she answered another one of her grandsires seemingly endless questions with the same "I dont know," She had been providing all night. Most of the things he kept asking were basically the same question just worded differently, therefore the answer didnt change, much to his dismay.
She couldnt blame him, or even be overly annoyed with him, really. She too, was completetly baffled and for lack of a better term, stumped over her makers dissapearance. Whoever had taken Pam, if she had in fact been taken at all, was definintely a professional, as there was not a single trace of a clue left behind. Not even one, nor was there any indication of a struggle.
It was almost as if her maker had simply vanished into thin air. While she realized that such a notion wasnt entirely impossible, especially in this damn town, there still wasnt enough evidence to even know where to start on that theory either.
Pushing herself off the wall she had been leaning against, Tara sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and trudged over to where Eric was currently crouched down next to Pams desk.
He had gathered up all the papers and miscellaneous items that were sent flying after Tara had angrily dismembered it earlier, and had reorganized them into several small stacks.
Something to keep his hands busy, Tara guessed, as she was pretty sure given the current circumstances the last thing Pam would care about upon her return was a messy desk.
Tara bit her lip as her mind briefly took on a dark thought. "If she even returned, that is."
She felt her eyes begin to sting.
She shook her head vigorously, as if trying to physically dislodge the idea from her brain. No. They would find her. Not finding her was completely unacceptable, and thankfully she knew Eric felt the same way.
The thought made her smile inwardly.
Eric was a cocky bastard, and at times, especially in Taras earlier days as a vampire, she found his holier than thou personality to be downright intolerable, but no one could say he wasnt loyal to those he cared about.
He had put his life on the line for Pam, his sister, and even her, more times than Tara could count over the past year, and while he still bugged the shit out of her one hundred and fifty percent of the time, she had come develop a sense of great respect for the man who she often thought of as a male version of her own maker(The apple didnt fall far from the tree in their case, that was for damn sure) and would be forever grateful to be a part of his lineage.
Also, she equally enjoyed bugging the shit out of him as well, although she would be good and staked before she ever admitted that to anyone.
Snapping herself out of her pessimistic mindset, she focused her attention back on Eric.
She was just about to make a joke about his not so fancy clerical skills, but the sarcastic quip died on her tounge as she suddenly felt a crippling pain tear its way through her body followed by such an intense wave of nausea that instead of screaming in agony, she fell to her knees helplessly, lurching forward unable to stop the bloody vomit that came up with it.
Erics eyes snapped up in surprise and he was at her side in an instant. Not quite sure how to react in such a situation, he awkwardly reached behind them and fetched a small waste basket normally kept beneath the desk and offered it to his grandchild.
He gazed down at Tara with a puzzled expression, moving her raven locks out of her face with his large hands and gathering them at the back of her neck and holding them there. Vampires didnt normally vomit, in fact in all his years he had never known it was even possible.
It felt like hours to Tara, although it was roughly fourty five seconds, before the onslaught subsided and she was finally able to atleast see straight.
She let out a shaky, uneeded breath and sat up a little, though her hands remained clinging tightly to the waste basket that now held the contents of her stomach. Her eyes slipped shut as she sat there inhumanly still. She felt as if even the slightest movement would set her off again.
"Tara?" Eric queried cautiously.
She supressed a groan, and after a moment she opened her eyes slowly to look at him. He was still holding her hair and staring at her with an expression that was equally disgusted and curious. It was not a good look for a one thousand year old vampire.
Shrugging him off of her, she spit one last time in the trash can before shoving it away from her irritably.
"We gotta go..." She managed to get out, as she struggled to stand up.
"Where are we going exactly?" Eric snapped incredulously, rising to his full height and offering his hand to Tara, who immediately swatted at it and pushed past him. She was beginning to feel a bit better.
"Tara...?" He tried again when she didnt answer right away, and he could feel himself losing patience.
Patience that he wasn't renowned for in the first place.
"Its Pam..." She breathed weakly. "Somethings hurting her...somethings happening..."
"Whats happening?!" Eric cut in hurriedly.
Tara shook her head. " I dont know, I...I dont know..." She mumbled regretfully, exiting the office with Eric on her heels. "She shut me out again..."
"But it aint good. Shes been doin her damnest to sheild the bond from me all night so Im guessin what she felt musta been a hundred times worse than what she let slip through." She explained.
"Where is she?" Eric asked, his voice a low purposeful growl and Tara's stomach clenched at the sight of it.
"Out in the sticks...Morehouse Parish..." She asserted, feeling her adrenaline spike at the look in Erics eyes.
Eric nodded and looked toward his grand progeny with a raised brow.
"Well then...by all means Linda Blair, lead the way..." He smirked, earning an eyeroll from Tara.
And with that, the two of them sped out of the bar and into the night. Headed East.
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A/n...So...yeah. Sorry it took so long to update. I literally have no excuse other than being exhausted from life in general and just unmotivated to do anything that required brain function, but since the kiddos are back in school hopefully i wont be so frazzled. Should also have a new chapter up of Bonded in a week or so. Thanks for all the follows and reviews! Feel free to tell me what you think of this and like or dont like! Tamela forever!
