A/N: I have had this written for a month and was going to make it a longer chapter, but after reading back over it I thought it worked as a stand alone even though it is very short. Sorry for the delay as always. I had people in town for close to three weeks at the holidays and then I have been really sick the last week or so myself

SPOV

My heart rate starts increasing as I notice the time getting closer to sun down. The vampires will be rising soon. I glance at the front door and try to calculate my odds of escaping. My mind supplies that the odds are slim to none at best. The vampire in question has fed me their blood before, so running was futile. The chase will only serve to excite them, and my eventual punishment would be all the more epic. Knowing this still didn't calm my fight or flight instincts, which are screaming at me to fly like the wind away from here.

I can hear the vampire stirring in the next room now. Even the fantasy of escape is now out of the question.

"Someone's been a naughty girl." The blonde is practically brimming with anticipation as she opens the door to the room that has been made over for her use while she stays here to help me lose weight.

"Hi Pam," I attempt to sound casual, but through our blood tie she knows I am anything but calm. The effect is also lessened by the fact I am clutching my food journal to my chest like my life depended on it. Since I am sure Pam is going to work me to death tonight for what is written in there that might not be too far off the mark.

"Tut tut tut, you know you can't hide from me little girl." In a flash she is across the room with my food journal in her hand, having ripped it from my clutches on her way.

"A burger, a soda, and a basket of fries, Sookie really?" The playful quality to her voice has evaporated as she goes over what I have consumed today.

I blush bright red, totally embarrassed at what I ate today. Adjusting to the new diet had been the hardest part, especially since Pam wasn't there for 60% of my meals. The first two week I had been very bad about my diet; however this week I had been doing pretty well. I had thought I had turned a corner, only small slips here and there, but today was a bad day at work, and my slip was equally bad.

"I didn't eat the whole basket of fries." I squeaked.

"What percentage?" Pam asks in a stern voice.

"50…" Pam eyes pierce mine, and even though she can't glamour me they are still almost hypnotic and always gets me to come clean with the truth. "Ok, Ok, more like 80%" I sigh, knowing that it doesn't matter how crappy my day at work is. Pam doesn't care about my excuses. She is going to push me hard for this slip up.

"You know trainer Bob says that the first step to change is removing yourself from temping situations. Working for the shifter isn't good for you." Pam tells me, she has been quoting 'trainer Bob' as in Bob Harper of the biggest loser.

I feel my hackles rise with her allusion to quitting my job. When her and Eric first pitched me the idea that they could act as a trainer of sorts for my weight loss program they had tried to talk me into quitting at Merlotte's and moving to Shreveport. When I laughed and asked how I was supposed to pay my bills if I was unemployed, their simple answer was that they would 'take care of it.' Oh and apparently if I really wanted to work Eric wouldn't mind having his own personal telepath on speed dial. How convenient for him. So I did what I did best and dug my heels in, like the completely stubborn woman that I am. The end result of that discussion was Pam taking a leave of absence from the vampire world so that she can live out in the sticks with me to be my trainer.

I think she has been punishing me ever since.

To be fair she did warn me that she delighted in torture in all forms (including annoying her maker). She gave me her blood before our first workout so that I would have an increase in strength and endurance without soreness while my muscles came alive out of the hibernation they had been in. It also allowed her to discern whether I was truly unable to do something physically or if it was a mental block of my own making. She relished pushing me past my mental boundaries while being careful not to cross my physical boundaries.

I couldn't decide if she was the devil or my best friend.

But now as she held the evidence of my failure to do things my way I realized just how selfish I had been. I was taking Pam away from her life and her maker for what would probably be months just so I could make maybe $50 a day if I was lucky. On top of that I was sabotaging myself but continuing to work in an environment that helped get me into the predicament I was in. It was time that I pulled my big girl panties up and start making some real changes in my life. Those changes might take me out of the comfort of my little bubble I live in, but it's not like the people of Bon Temps had really been all that good to me to begin with.

I am final realizing that this is the change that I had originally been seeking when I arrived at Fangtasia three short weeks ago. I thought it had simply been weight loss I was after, but now I see that what I wanted was for people treat me well. That wasn't going to happen here, and it wasn't going to happen if I continue to be around people that look down on me either for my weight or my little quirk.

PPOV

My little telepathic friend has been very quiet for a couple of minutes now. I am not sure what she is thinking about so hard, but I half expect her to tell me that she wants to quit the weight loss program that we are on. I know that I push her hard, but I also know that she can take it.

She is a strong, albeit stubborn woman, and I am looking forward to the day that she realizes that for herself. I am also looking forward to the day that Sookie starts respecting herself. It is strange to feel a blood bond to someone other than Eric. With Eric he is in charge of me, so while I enjoy feeling his emotions they do not necessarily make a difference to me. With Sookie I am the one responsible for her. In some ways I am put in the 'maker' role for her. I am in charge of shaping and mentoring her so that she can be the best that she can be.

After a while of her thinking I can feel her determination coming through and know she must have made a decision.

"Did you still want me to move to Shreveport?" She asks.

Oh yes, she finally gets it. She is too good for this town and the people who do their best to keep her down with their uncaring thoughts about her.

"I think it would be best." I tell her. "But it does not mean you get out of tonight's punishment. And Shreveport will only work if you willing to work hard on your diet. Otherwise there is no point."

"I will." She says earnestly. "I swear."