A/N- You know the drill, still no beta. Any and all mistakes are mine. And yes, you can flog me for each and every typo and grammatical blunder.
Well, here it is, a Pam pov, Sookie and Eric. Hopefully his intro isn't too clichéd or overdone. I tried to be a little creative :o) Also, I will be getting into the story of Sookie's turning and the details of her family and friends later on. Be patient and all will be revealed.
Thank you to those of you who read, review and what have you. I totally get why authors beg for reviews- they kick ass!
All right, well, on with the show.
Chapter 3
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P pov
4 days ago…
"Yes, Master, I will bring my new child to visit you in just a few nights. I think you'll be impressed." So what if I was bragging. Sookie's hot. Not to mention, she can keep up with me, snark for snark.
Plus, that whole, little ,'I can read minds' thing is pretty cool. It really helped when we went out clubbing and I was interested in some little thing. Sookie would let me know if I was in the clear or not. Not that it really stopped me even if I wasn't.
"Oh, I'm sure I will be Pam. If she passes your standards enough to become your child, she must be something." With that, I hung up the phone and began going over my plan for the evening. This would have to be fairly well orchestrated.
Just before Sookie wakes, 4 days later…
I slipped into a bit of downtime after crawling from that God-forsaken hole. Why did I choose Sookie?
Well, it's really pretty simple… she's me- with manners.
We've been nearly inseparable for the past six months when I met her at my shop. I really need to get rid of that vermin-infested sweatshop. And I say sweatshop because, c'mon, humans stink!
Sookie really impressed me when I saw her for the first time. I don't know what it was about her but I felt this intense pull. Like my body needed to be near her. Talk about intense, I nearly gushed when I took in her scent.
Not to mention, she was nearly untouched.
I know, 25 years old and practically still a virgin? But it was true. After she explained about her telepathy, or in Sookie's words "disability", she complained that she was never able to get close to anyone without knowing their deepest, darkest secrets. Most of which revolved around 'tits and ass'!
That was, until she met JB. Sookie was able to get close enough to JB to actually cross into the territory of Womanhood. As Sookie explained it, it was because JB was as deep as a puddle. His thoughts were so pure; they'd make a nun run to confession.
I asked if he was gay!
Oh please, you know you were thinking the same thing.
Sookie said he was just not a very deep thinker. In other words… dumb as a box of hair. Sookie felt bad after sleeping with JB and decided to just remain friends with him. She honestly felt like she had taken advantage of him.
Like I was saying, Sookie and I began going out to nightclubs on our nights off, staying at her house or mine to have movie nights, or simply staying up late chatting. We did the typical "BFF" activities- Dear Abby would have been so proud.
Why would I act like a 14 year old, pre-pubescent girl? I needed to get close to Sookie. My initial attraction was purely physical. I wanted to lick her from top to bottom. However, the more time I spent with Sookie the stronger our friendship became. This made me realize I no longer wanted her as a fuck-buddy, but as a child.
I know, I know. Yeah it's a big step. But I have been talking with my master for over a year now about leaving him and starting out on my own. I need to get away and start building my own undead life. I've also been feeling as though something was missing, like I'm waiting for something to come along.
I figure there are a few plusses to making a child. A) My master will see that I am in control of my own impulses as well as those of another and B) if for any reason I should get lonely, I'll have another to keep me occupied.
See, I can be practical when necessary.
Eric completely understood my reasoning for making a child. He obviously felt the same need when he turned me.
Actually, other than the initial sexual nature of my relationship with Eric, the friendship I have with Sookie is very similar to the relationship I have with Eric. They both call me out on anything and everything. I never feel the need to censor myself around them (though, let's face it, I don't even when I do feel the need).
She's going to be incredibly pissed when she rises. Whenever Sookie would ask me about my turning, she seemed like she pitied me. I tried to get her to understand that this life (death?) was so much more fulfilling than the one I had before. I feel things much more intensely, have my pick of women any night, and am linked to a man who is most likely one of my soul mates.
Sookie's irritation, fear and, above all else, anger flooded the bond. I could also sense a bit of… confusion? Oh, she doesn't know what to do. Well, like hell am I getting back in that dirt to dig her out. It's going to take me an hour to scrub this nasty stuff out of all my crevices. Thinking about Sookie trying to figure out which way is up.
I'm sorry, but that's funny!
"Pam, this shit is soooo not funny." Yep, she's pissed.
Her ranting and raving has gotten old. I really hoped she doesn't piss and moan for the next couple hundred years. That could get really annoying.
The moment I saw her breast break the surface of the earth…mmm… oh yeah, we'd definitely be spending some quality maker/child bonding time tonight.
Sookie was even too irritated to be embarrassed by her nudity. Not that I was complaining, she could definitely rock the whole mother-earth-I-am-one-with-nature look.
I will admit, I may have been a bit harsh with her. There's not exactly an instruction guide to being a maker. But I do know, if a child does not learn respect early on, it is that much harder to keep them in check and keep their impulses from ruling them.
If something happened to Sookie because I didn't teach her to respect me and thereby allowing her to be vulnerable in our world- I would stake myself while meeting the sun!
I can't explain how close we had become these past six months. I'd never had a human companion. Even when I was human, I didn't have friends.
But now that we have a bond, I feel as close to Sookie as I do to Eric. Plus, I feel responsible for her safety.
So, of course I'll be harsh with her at first. As human parents say, "It's for her own good."
Though, I can't say that that something missing feeling that I've had for a while is entirely gone. Sure, it's not as intense as before, but I still feel a bit… morose?
Walking up the stairs, I could feel Sookie eyeing my ass. I know it's not a bad sight, but I am reaffirmed that belief by the lust seeping through the bond.
"I'm so glad you like looking at my ass. You'll be scrubbing the dirt off it in the shower." There, let her simmer on that for a bit.
Her tightly reigned in arousal was flaring again. Yet, like a good little child, she followed me down the upstairs hallway to the master bedroom. We walked, wordlessly, into the oversized bathroom, where I turned on the multi-head, walk-in shower. I handed her the loofa and shower wash and looked her straight in the eye,
"Get to work!" I was close enough to nip at her bottom lip while handing her the supplies.
S Pov
Oh. My. God.
What am I doing?
This is nuts! She's a girl (well, sorta) and I'm a girl (ok, again, sorta). I'm not a homophobe, but I didn't think this was my cup of tea.
But…
What is she doing to me; I can't help myself. I have this compulsion to do everything in my power to satisfy her.
So, if that means scrubbing her from head to toe, so be it!
When she nipped at my lip, I could feel my thighs tremble. God! Just remembering her touch was doing wild things to me.
Sure, when we hung out, I felt close to her, but I definitely wasn't ready to jump her bones. I may have drunkenly made out with her at a club, but seriously… who hasn't?
Sliding behind Pam, I squeezed some soap onto the sponge and began to work up a lather. I started with her shoulders- that's pretty safe, right?
Every time I exerted a little pressure to the sponge, a thin trail of bubbles would cascade down the delicious slope of her back. Before I could stop myself, I was licking her neck where it curved to her shoulder. Without thinking, I sank my fangs into her and began sucking lazily.
Oh, crap! I'm done for.
There's no way she wouldn't be pissed about this.
"Awww, yes. Fuck! Keep going." Huh?! Pam's hips undulated against my hands that gripped her hips, tightly.
Her blood was far different from the meal I'd just had. I must not have remembered the taste from when she turned me. It was like liquid, dark chocolate. The kind that almost burns your tongue because it's so rich.
When I pulled my fangs free of Pam's neck and licked the remnants, most of the dirt had rinsed from both our bodies. I was, once again, feeling heated.
Nuzzling into her shoulder, my right hand trailed from her hip up her smooth abdomen and firmly grasped her breast. A sudden gasp was all the acknowledgement I received.
At this point, all conscious thought was gone and I was acting on pure instinct. My left hand was itching for something to touch, so I tentatively moved it towards her thighs when Pam grabbed my wrist and pulled it directly between her legs.
Now it was my turn to gasp. I hadn't expected to feel a difference down there, I mean, we're already wet. However, Pam was most definitely enjoying what we were doing. My two middle fingers swept back and forth lightly across her folds. With each pass, my fingers were more curious to what lay inside the fleshy barrier. Without warning, or thought, two of my fingers slammed into Pam.
"Ungh!" Pam grabbed my hand that was gripping tightly to her breast and her other hand snaked around to my hip.
"Master. Do. You. Like. This?" Each word was punctuated with a stronger thrust than the previous. I was beginning to get cocky (ironic, huh?) and started thinking I had a bit of control…
"Oof!"
I found myself on my knees, in front of Pam as she lounged back on the tiled bench seat, looking as though she hadn't just been on the edge of bliss.
"Well? You are going to continue, aren't you? You want to make your master happy, right?" Pam beckoned me like she was calling a kitten to milk.
Wow! Was I really going to do this? I mean, I've seen it in people's heads and all but, I don't know if I can put it into practice.
My body was giving me very little choice as I began licking and nibbling on the flesh of her inner thighs. The closer I got to Pam's center, the more her sweet scent pulled me in and caused my clit to start throbbing.
The moment I was a breath away from her folds, I looked up to see Pam gazing down at me with a hungry expression.
"Do it!" She whispered, though it was clear as a bell to me.
The rhythmic massage from the showerhead guided my tongue as I swept it from side to side, up and down her pussy.
"Fuck, Sookie! You're a natural. If only I'd have known sooner that your mouth was capable of more than talkin' shit." Apparently Pam's not nearly as witty when she's nearing an orgasm.
Sliding up her folds again, I found her clit peaking out at the top. The instant my mouth latched on to it, Pam nearly shot off the bench. Instead, she grabbed the back of my head and gripped two fistfuls of hair.
"Ungh!" Oh shit! Now I'm getting all hot and bothered. Who knew pain was akin to pleasure?
I slowly slid in one, then two fingers in to Pam's center. As I started to pump them slowly, in and out, I worked all that I knew on her clit. As I crooked my fingers, the grip on my hair tightened and she pulled me close.
Thrashing back and forth, Pam came almost silently.
Interesting, for someone so vocal, normally, to be so quiet when climaxing. Hmm?
"Please."
Wow! Ok… I guess I was the kind of girl who begged.
Gazing down at me, Pam's eyes had an ethereal glow about them. Her expression softened, "What, my pet? What would you like?" She sounded as though she was comforting a child (in a way, I guess she was).
"Please, master, let me cum." I inflected the last word with a stroke of my fingers still embedded in her heat.
Pam's head fell back against the wall as her eyes closed. "Yes, pet. You may cum, but… only from me."
Woohoo!
I know, that sounded bad and all. And I was still incredibly pissed about this whole situation, but I just needed to release or I wouldn't be able to think straight.
The moment I pulled my fingers from Pam, I found myself nestled in a mountain of pillows on an incredibly plush bed. Pam's face firmly planted between my thighs.
"Oh, shit!" Fangs lightly scraping my outer lips felt phenomenal. My hips were lifting without my consent and before I knew it, Pam was shoving her amazingly dexterous tongue into my tight hole.
"Ungh, Master! Yeah, just like that!"
"Ooh, yeah, say that again and I'll give you whatever you want pet." Pam was enjoying this whole power thing way too much.
Shoving three fingers into me while simultaneously biting down on my engorged clit triggered my (by contrast) incredibly noisy release.
"Ahhhhh, FUCK!"
My body trembled all over and I was pulling in air that was clearly just for show. "Wow! That was… I can't… whoa!" Yep, vampire or not, I was never going to be an award winning orator.
"Yeah well, I've had a few more years practice on you." That Pam, always so modest.
Ok, here goes. Play the game and you won't be punished again. "Master?"
"Yes?" Ok, so far so good.
"May I speak freely?"
"You may."
"Pam… why'd you do this to me? You knew how I felt about becoming a vampire." My voice was barely a whisper. Sitting straighter in the bed, I just couldn't look her in the eyes. The damage was done, I couldn't be 'turned' alive again.
Pam's mouth opened slightly, but I raised my hand to stop her in a nonthreatening manner, "Wait, I'm not finished." Man, my voice sounded resigned, even to me.
"I just can't figure out what would have made you decide to do something so horribly cruel to me. I thought we were friends. You were the only person who didn't look at me as though I was damaged or inferior. Why would you take my life away?" I wasn't entirely sure what happened when a vamp cried, but I was trying my damnedest not to find out.
To her credit, Pam looked truly remorseful. Her brows were knit together and her lips were pulled tightly together.
"Sookie…I'm sorry if you think I took away your life. You are my best friend and one of the most important people in the world to me. I will not apologize for turning you." My gasp made Pam raise her hand this time. "I can't apologize for wanting you to walk the earth with me. You are probably the only true friend I have ever had. I learned from Eric to take what I wanted when I found it because it wouldn't be there forever."
"Sookie?" I looked into her eyes for the first time since she started talking.
"I'm so lonely. I'm going to be leaving Eric's side soon and I can't bear the thought of being by myself. I know this was not something you'd choose, which is why I had to trick you into it. And before you ask, I will go into the details of your turning and your life in Bon Temps later."
Pam scooted to the head of the bed to lean next to me. Surprisingly, I didn't flinch when she pulled my hand into hers. For Pam to be this emotive must have been something monumental.
"For now, know that it will be hard adjusting to life as a new vampire and there will be times, if not already, that you'll hate me. You may even wish to send me to my final death. You won't be able to, but you'll want to. I will be harsh with you at times to ensure that you learn what is necessary to your survival. I didn't turn you to torture you, I turned you so that we can stay together for as long as possible." At that, Pam leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and patted my leg.
"Ok, now that we're showered (waggling eyebrows and all), let's get ready to go to Fangtasia. You get to meet Eric and registered as an official American Vampire." Pam flitted about the room, at vampire speed, tossing clothes at me.
Well, I guess that conversation is closed… for now.
E Pov
4 days ago…
"Oh, I'm sure I will be Pam. If she passes your standards enough to become your child, she must be something."
Pam, a master. Who would have guessed that she'd be motivated enough to take on a child and leave my side?
I always knew Pam could do whatever she put her mind to. She just didn't usually put her mind to anything except Jimmy Choo's and Manolo Blahnik's.
She does tend to keep me in line, though. What am I going to do without her? I can't keep her beside me forever, it's unnatural for a child to stay with their
master for long. But, I cannot help but feel that I need something. Whether that something is Pam or not remains to be seen.
As for her child, it will be interesting to finally lay eyes on the creature that has caught those of my child. I have been hearing stories of the infamous Sookie Stackhouse for months now. Pam has not gone into great detail as to Sookie's personality, or even her looks, but more about their evenings together.
After about the second or third week of Pam and Sookie's outings, Pam confessed that she would like to turn Sookie. At first I was stunned. How could she think of turning another when her place was still at my side? I quickly squashed that notion. There is no reason for Pam to stay with me when she is ready to explore the world on her own.
I will admit to a slight reprieve in the feelings of solitude. Funny as it may seem, these times are when Pam is out and about with Sookie and not with me. Strange that I would feel closer when she is farther away. Hmm? Something to ponder later.
S Pov
We pulled up to Fangtasia in Pam's crimson Escalade (I guess the Town and Country was in the shop). She stepped out of the vehicle without needing to adjust her fuchsia latex halter dress that stopped mid thigh.
I was lucky enough to be given a white, silky halter-top that covered my breasts (unfortunately, the back was completely open from neck to waist). Pam insisted that I pair it with a pair of black leather pants that might as well have been painted on my legs. I would have to cut the damn things down the sides to undress.
Pam gestured for me to follow her through the front entrance. I followed- not like I had much choice. It's funny, but this is the first time I've ever seen where Pam worked.
When we went out, she would always beg to go somewhere, anywhere, but Fangtasia. She hated the dress code, the smell and the noise. I wasn't going to argue with her, I'd hate to go to Merlotte's every time we went out.
Merlotte's …Sam… I couldn't help but feel an intense longing for my boss/friend. I don't know how much of my old life I'll be able to hang on to.
Sensing my pain, Pam peered over her shoulder and gave me a sympathetic nod, quickly masking her look as we headed around the corner of the building.
Wow! That's a crazy-ass long line. The amazing part is, I didn't know all these people were so close by. Normally, I would have been bombarded by the sounds of their inane brain-chatter, but now, it was like I was able to turn the volume down. Dang, even if I'd had another 50 human years to perfect my telepathy, I'd never get it to this level of control.
Ok, score one for the vamp life.
However, I wasn't able to stifle the smell. Whoa momma! People stink! OK, I'm sorry Lord, I didn't mean to insult the creatures that I once was but… man alive, that's awful!
Pam's hand went to her mouth. To the casual observer, she was simply touching her face. However, to those that shared a blood bond with her, we knew that she was containing her laughter at my sudden realization of the disgusting condition of the human body.
Geez, she coulda at least warned me!
The music was obnoxiously loud, the patrons were dressed in various levels of Emo/Goth attire, and the walls were blood red, covered in posters of vampire bands and movies. Yep, pretty much what I expected.
Pam veered to her right, past the end of the bar and down a short corridor to a non-descript office door. I assume it was an office door, we really wouldn't have any need to use the ladies' room.
Ok, two points for vamp life- no waiting in lines for the ladies' room.
A tiny ball of nervous energy formed in the pit of my stomach. I knew we were meeting Eric. Yeah, he's a big deal to Pam, but, to me, he's just another vampire. Still, I couldn't help this feeling of concentrated energy come over me.
"Enter." The baritone voice from the other side of the door beckoned us.
Should a single word really cause a tremor through my body? I just had an intensely satisfying orgasm. Great, I'm a nympho as well as a vamp!
I followed Pam through the doorway and closed the door behind me. As I turned around, my focus was diverted from my master's form to a pair of passionately blue eyes gazing directly into my soul.
Phew! Is it getting hot in here or what?
Finally, my body kicks in and I instinctively bow my head and set my sights on the floor in front of my feet. Good, no direct eye contact means less confrontation… I hope.
Air rushes past me as a solid finger lifts my chin. Eric's eyes search mine for what feels like an eternity. His other hand lifts my right one to his firm, full lips and grazes my knuckles- Hey! Did he just lick me? I think he did. Hmmm… ok, gorgeous vampire licks you, maybe not something I want to question. But seriously, what is it with vamps and licking?
I'm pulled from my inner monologue by Eric's buttery smooth voice,
"Good evening, child."
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A/N- thanks for reading, tell me what you think.
