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Celia walked into the dim room slowly, unwilling to be there as she glanced back at the closing door. She sighed and slid a hand through her curls and pressed her glossed lips together, forcing her smile onto her face before she greeted the person before her. She glanced at the bed, seeing long legs and full breasts before her as she met the bight blue eyes of the blond woman before her. Pam was looking back at her, and a slow smile spread over her face as she looked at Celia. "Come over here, gorgeous." Pam spread her legs open and slid a hand down to stroke herself, and Celia kneeled on the bed to watch, her eyes wide and her hands trembling.

Celia woke up with a start, hearing Pam's moans in her head still. She was on her stomach in a bed, and a hand stroked up and down her spine slowly as she looked around the darkened room. The arm slid tighter around her and she wondered where she had gone after she had died, and who was comforting her right now. "I would not pull a stunt like that again, human." Pam's voice was low and angry, and Celia jumped. She could not move as Pam held her there, and she gasped as she struggled. Celia scratched at an itchy spot on her neck, feeling the puncture marks as she scratched, and she fought harder.

"You bit me?" Celia asked in a loud voice, and Pam pulled her against her.

"I needed to get the drugs out of your system last night, Celia. Did you want me to let you die in my home?" Pam asked her in a hiss, and she felt tears in her eyes as she shook.

"I didn't think you would be home before I was dead." Celia admitted, and stopped fighting as she fell into the mattress. "Why do you care so much, Pam?"

"I don't quite know myself." Pam told her, and stroked Celia's hair. "I still wonder why they brought you to me that way."

"I was always told that when I was…..of no use to them that they would take me to Fangtasia and leave me there. I would be fed upon and used, and then killed, and I only heard that you were savage and cruel to weak humans like me."

"I will keep you by my side every moment of your days to keep you alive, sugar. I will not have that happen again." Pam swore to her, and Celia felt her sit up. She heard the tear of her skin and then Pam pressed her wrist to her lips in the dark after tugging her head up by her hair gently. Celia sucked, knowing that fighting was futile, and she stopped as Pam pulled her arm way. "I drank a lot of your blood last night, as well as making you throw up to save you. This will give you your strength back." Pam switched on a light and Celia saw that she was dressed in another pink track suit as she rolled over. "You will come to work with me tonight and every night I am there, and sleep when I do."

"Why?" Celia asked, bringing her knees to her chest, feeling the dirty shirt she wore against them. She imagined it was vomit, and she frowned as she shuddered.

"Until I know you will not be tempted to kill yourself, I am going to keep an eye on you." Pam told her, her blue eyes firmly locked with hers in a glare. "I still do not know what your story is."

"I thought Sookie told you." Celia said, and Pam snickered.

"She reads direct thoughts some of the time, but it was very fleeting in your case. She got memories from you, and fear. Not the true story." Pam informed her, and Celia closed her eyes.

"I thought you knew everything. I was so ashamed." Celia murmured, and Pam moved closer to her.

"Of what?" Pam asked, stroking her hair gently. This girl seemed so innocent despite what Pam had been told, and some part of her wanted fix her. She wanted to put the pieces back together. Celia choked out a small sob, and moved against Pam as she nestled against her.

"Are you going to hurt me?" Celia asked, and Pam pulled her into her arms as she had last night. "Are you going to kill me?"

"No." Pam cooed in her ear, holding the warm human close to her. She smelled her blood flowing through her, and her body twitched as she longed for more. She quelled the urge, knowing that Celia would be willing someday. "I am going to avenge your pain, and keep you safe."

"Nobody has kept me safe for awhile. Not even my family knew to do that." Celia said, and slid her arms around Pam and sighed against her. "I was taken from then just after I had turned seventeen."

"By whom?" Pam asked softly, and stroked her hair.

"I met a girl at school, a new girl. She was so pretty and friendly, and I started to hang out with her a lot. I was kind of shy and she made me feel better about myself somehow, and I jumped at the chance to work with her dad cleaning for move outs and stuff to earn a little money. My parents met them and liked them, because they knew just what to say. I went that day to a condo that was still partially furnished, and I was ready to work. They gave me some soda in a cup, and I…..I woke up naked with a man raping me." Celia took a deep breath and Pam held her closer. "I had never had sex before. I was waiting until I liked someone enough. It hurt as he did it, and part of me knew that he was not the first one that day. I was certain of it as another man entered the room and flipped me on my stomach and raped me another way."

"Why didn't you fight?" Pam asked, and Celia trembled.

"I was drugged and I could not move my arms and legs. I could not scream or cry out. I just let them as I cried silently." Celia said in a whisper and Pam slid a hand over her cheeks to wipe the tears away. "I tried so hard to please them, thinking that I would get away. I even saw Tara a few times looking into the rooms I was in, but she never helped me. I figured she knew all along what was going to happen to me." Celia buried her face into Pam's neck. "They kept me at that condo and then moved me to another house I don't really remember well. I was always drugged. I always wondered if my family was looking for me, and one day I woke up here in Louisiana and I figured I would die here."

"When was that?" Pam asked her, and Celia sighed.

"A few months ago I guess. I was one of Drake's favorites and he kept me close by for his own purposes. He started to use me for his best clients and it only got worse." Celia said and Pam's eyes narrowed. "I did everything they asked of me, still hoping I would be set free if I did."

"But they brought you to me. Isn't that setting you free?" Pam asked, and Celia shook her head.

"That was their way of killing me." Celia replied, and her voice faltered. "I suffered a lot before I was brought there."

"What did you do?" Pam asked her, and Celia looked at her with angry eyes,

"I bit a client after Drake ordered me to go down on him. He was a sick man I was just tired of it. He was a big client and I was the best, and I was punished." Celia's eyes looked haunted again, and Pam stroked her cheek. "I was punished well."

"The blood all over you, Celia. You were covered. They beat you and they raped you, didn't they? There was blood all over your thighs." Pam observed, and Celia shuddered.

"It was a little more than that." Celia replied, and Pam met her eyes.

"Did my blood help you, sugar?" Pam asked her, and Celia's eyes showed her answer. It had not completely, and she still ached. She shook her head slowly and looked away.

"Not completely." Celia replied, and her face showed her pain. "Drake knows how to get his displeasure with somebody across and leave a lasting impression."

"Eric's blood could heal you completely, I think." Pam mused, looking at her. Celia stared at her with wary eyes.

"I don't want to drink his blood. I don't know him, and…"

"You do not want the side effects of it? Have you had them?" Pam asked her, and Celia shrugged slowly.

"I little bit." Celia replied, and Pam looked into her eyes as she pondered something. "I had a dream."

"Was it a good dream?" Pam asked, her desire beginning at the thought of it.

"It mingled with a bad dream, so not completely." Celia replied, and peeked at Pam. "You looked beautiful in it. I know that much."

"I have another idea for you, but it is an intimate one. Direct contact with my blood could be a bit stronger, and I can try and heal you that way." Pam told her, and Celia frowned. "I don't want you hurting."

"I'll heal." Celia said, but shifted uncomfortably in Pam's arms.

"I would have to touch you, but I would be gentle." Pam told her, and Celia shivered. She never wanted to be touched again, but a tiny part of her longed for Pam to. She assumed it was the blood, and she nestled her head against the cool skin of her neck again.

"We can try." Celia said after a long moment, and eased back onto the mattress. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, and stared up at Pam with big eyes. Pam wanted to spread her legs and ravage her, but she held back and slowly pulled the jeans off completely. Celia was pale and beautiful as she lay there, and Pam moved her hands up to slide down the pale pink silk thong. Celia started to push her hands away, and Pam looked at her and smiled.

"I won't hurt you, gorgeous." Pam assured her, and Celia let her. Pam could see her well despite the dark, and her folds were a soft pink and smooth as Celia began to press her legs together. Pam stroked her legs gently to relax Celia, starting at her calf, and slowly the girl sighed and closed her eyes. Pam slid her hand between her legs and parted them, stroking upwards just as slowly. She brought her hand to her lips and tore open her skin on it widely, and brought it to the soft folds as it dripped onto Celia. Pam stroked gently, and Celia breathed in deeply as the pain went away slowly, and then a soft moan escaped her lips. She felt the sensations start to flow through her, the warmth. Pam watched and focused on Celia's small clit as she circled over it. She felt Celia getting wetter, and she smiled as she heard another moan. "Do you hurt inside, Celia?" Pam asked her softly, and she nodded. Pam slid her finger to her lips to taste her and bite again, and then rubbed the blood against Celia's dampening opening. She tasted sweet and hot, and Pam's mouth watered.

Celia gasped as Pam penetrated her, the pain much more than any pleasure. She bit her lip and turned her head as Pam slid her finger over her damaged walls, and sighed in relief as Pam just let her finger rest in there. She moaned as Pam slid her thumb back up over her healed part and stroked again, and felt a pressure building inside of her. Pam spoke and Celia tried to focus as she wiped the sweat building up in her hair. "What?"

"Does it feel better in there?" Pam asked her, and Celia realized it did and nodded. Pam moved her finger slowly in and out as she continued to move her thumb and Celia parted her legs more as she moaned. She gripped the pillow she was resting on with one hand and tried to push Pam's hand away as the pressure got to be too much, but the vampire gently continued until Celia cried out with the orgasm that shook her small body.

"What was that?" Celia asked, and blinked rapidly.

"Apparently, it was your first orgasm." Pam told her, smiling a pleased smile. She longed to dip down and taste the results, but she refrained so not to frighten Celia. This was not a whore dancer at the bar. "You have never had one before?"

"No. I never enjoyed sex." Celia said, and took a deep breath, "I have never been touched so softly before."

"By a woman, you mean?" Pam asked, resting on her elbow next to Celia. She slipped her fingers into her mouth, and her body soar with the craving to lick the woman in front of her and make her scream. She wanted to suck every last drop from her and fuck her harder, but she saw the look in Celia's eyes and calmed down slowly.

"By anybody. Sex is for others, not for me." Celia said, as if it were programmed into her head. "I feel so much better."

"Sex is to be enjoyed, gorgeous. Your body is meant to be pleasured." Pam assured her, and Celia looked at her.

"Did you just want to touch me?" Celia asked her, moving closer to her.

"I certainly wanted to touch you, but healing was the goal. The orgasm was just a bonus for the both of us." Pam knew there would not be a return favor for awhile, and she glanced at the clock. "Come to the bar with me and we'll set you up in the office."

"I won't-" Celia began, but Pam placed her finger over Celia's lips.

"I will not take no for an answer. How old are you, sugar?" Pam asked her, and Celia waited until she let her speak.

"I am eighteen." Celia replied, and Pam felt the desire surge through her again. She liked them young and beautiful, and Celia drew her legs closer to her and she met Pam's eyes. She was not ready for anything more, and she found her clothes and put them on again.

"We'll keep you in the back doing something in the office then." Pam said in a practical tone, and Celia nodded and stood up. She went to shower and pulled on the fluffy pink robe hanging on the door afterwards. She had thought about what had happened in Pam's room over and over, and while it excited her, Celia also knew that it terrified her. She didn't know what to wear, but Pam emerged out of her room with a black dress and heels. Celia looked at Pam in her red vinyl dress and matching heels, and glanced at the dress warily. She was happy to see that it was just a short basic dress and that there was no leather or lace involved. Pam brought Celia into her huge bathroom and Celia let her do her make up, since it obviously made her happy with her big smile. Celia looked at Pam's short skirt and generous cleavage, and Pam watched her with a glint in her eye. "You have been with a woman before, haven't you?"

"Clients of Drake's." Celia replied, dropping her dark eyes. Pam felt rage building up inside of her, and she brushed gloss on Celia's full lips. How could she not know any pleasure? She was going to be a project with her fear and issues, and Pam ruffled her dark curls with a smile. She turned the girl towards the mirror, and Celia smiled faintly. Her dark eyes popped with the eyeliner around them, and whatever Pam had used on her skin made it glow. Her lips were glossy red and full, and she stared at her loose curls that hung down her back. "I look pretty." Her voice was hopeful, and Pam looked into the mirror. She let Celia admire herself for awhile and then they left for Fangtasia, where Pam led Celia to the office. It had gotten messy since Eric's departure and Celia's arrival, and she showed her the files and where they went. Pam ordered food from the place around the corner and asked them to bring it over, and went to survey the main room. Once the bar opened, she was not surprised to see Sookie come up to the door later. She asked Pam how Celia was, and Pam informed her that she was in the office. Sookie got a drink and walked to the door, gently knocking as Celia told her to come in. "Oh. Hi, Sookie."

"Celia. It is good to see you looking so pretty." Sookie said, admiring the pretty girl. "You looked awful last night."

"You were there?" Celia asked, with her eyes big as she stared at Sookie.

"We found you together, but Pam stepped right in to save you." Sookie told her, and Celia smiled faintly. "Don't so that, honey. Pam was really upset and I rarely see her so worked up over anybody that way."

"She is making me come here with her now and says I am sleeping during her hours." Celia sighed and looked at Sookie. "I guess I messed up, but I was…."

"I know. It is upsetting to know that I read some of your thoughts." Sookie finished for her, and Celia nodded. "You have been through a lot, but Pam will take care of you." Celia blushed a little, and Sookie almost questioned the pink color that flooded her cheeks until Celia looked down and let her hair drop. Sookie wondered what Pam had done, and she left the office with the excuse that she was going to get something to drink and hurried to the door. "What did you do to her, Pam? She is so fragile right now."

"I merely healed some injuries, Sookie. She just happened to have an orgasm afterwards." Pam said, obviously pleased with herself.

"What? She was raped, Pam." Sookie told her, and Pam met her gaze with a steel one in her own eyes.

"Yes, I know. Repeatedly actually, and she had a lot of scarring that I healed with my blood. That was all it was, Sookie. I didn't make her do a thing, and I didn't glamour her." Pam said defensively, and Sookie raised her eyebrows.

"She talked to you?" Sookie asked, and Pam nodded slowly as se felt the rage building again.

"Yes, she did. I intend to find out where they are and avenge her pain as well, but we had covered enough for the night. She has been brutalized, Sookie, particularly the night I found her." Pam's eyes nearly glowed with her words and her anger, and Sookie watched her silently.

"Keep her away from Eric." Sookie warned, and Pam gazed at her. "He would glamour her in a second to have his way."

"Good thing you are in is mind as much as he is yours." Pam shot back, and now Sookie blushed. "I am going to talk with him about just that. I won't share Celia, and I will have her for mine when she is good and ready."

"I don't know if that makes her lucky or unlucky." Sookie mused aloud, and Pam raised an eyebrow at her.

"Judging from earlier, I would say lucky. She didn't know what hit her." Pam assured Sookie, and Sookie shook her head. "You really should give me a try. You might want me more than you want Eric right now, despite not giving in even to him yet."

"I don't think so, Pam." Sookie replied, and glanced inside of the bar. "Is she going to try and kill herself again, do you think?"

"I won't let her have time to try. I form a stronger bond every time she drinks from me to heal, and I know her thoughts. I will make her better, Sookie. I will make her my own."

"Is Pam taking a human under her wing? Pam, the heartless vampire with nary an emotion?" Sookie teased her, and Pam rolled her eyes in irritation.

"Be quiet, Sookie." Pam told her, and Sookie giggled.

"It's nice to see, Pam."

"Good. Allow yourself to be Eric's then already." Pam told her, and Sookie looked at her for a moment. She sighed and turned to walk back into the club as Pam thought about dark eyes, dark hair, and soft pink lips before her. She licked her deep red lips and looked at the new group of humans approaching her and her eyes grew cold again. She thought of another idea, and an evil smile spread across her face.

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Who likes a little Pam tenderness? And a little Pam naughtiness? Review for me and let me know what you think. At least you know more of Celia's story!