A/N: Thank you so much, everybodyluvsstarfire, I'm sorry for being such a bastard. I'm going to try to work on this and make this cool but if you think it' going off the rails let me know.
Also I'm changing Longshadow to be a lot younger and hotter so instead of the original guy just think of Tyler Blackburn from Pretty Little Liars.
Chapter Four: Pamela Swynford De Beaufort
They say the happiest day of your life is the day you decide to share your life with a progeny but looking at the bloody faces of my two new children I'd have to say…I disagree.
"What the fuck did you do?" I snap angrily as I look over the scene. I left them alone for one fucking second yet here they are with a bleeding body and doors opening in less than ten minutes. I thank my lucky fucking stars that Eric is out for the moment but at the same time I don't want to clean up this mess on my own.
"We-we were just following orders an-d then he tried to attack us and we didn-"
"Boo-fucking-hoo," I grumble as I use the tip of my Manolo's to flip the body on his side. Blood leaked out of the two sets of holes on either side of his neck and although it was appetizing I at least have higher standards, something these two have to be taught. "What did I say? What is the first thing I said?"
"You said for now we drink TruBlood but if we want real blood to let you know and you'll get us a meat bag of our own."
"So why the fuck would you attack the delivery boy!?"
"I-!"
"Fuck it!" I shout as I grab two new "uniforms" Eric was thinking about employing and throw them at my lovely, darling children as I order, "Go clean yourselves up and by Godric if you are not out in te-nine minutes you will meet the True Death before you can say 'Pam, you look fangtastic.' Am I clear?"
"Crystal."
I roll my eyes and watch them go as I lift up the heavy body, making sure it doesn't bleed on me, as I drag it out to the back door. I toss the body by the trash and call out, "Longshadow!"
"Yes, Pam?"
"We've got a problem here. I need this body gone before doors open. Think you can handle it?"
He gives a slight nod of his head as his focused eyes stare at the body, "Do you want him to live?"
"Do you think I care?" I snap as I turn my back on the situation and step inside the backroom. Eric hardly comes back here—it's my business to make sure everything is stocked and clean in the freezer—but he'll smell freshly spilled human blood as soon as he steps through the doors, "Ginger!"
The doe walks in on twigs in cheap heels with that annoying smile on her face, "Howdy, Pam? What can I do you…oohh…someone spill some TruBlood?"
"Exactly. Clean it up?" I huff before walking out of the room and into the main area already set up for tonight's opening. I plop down on the bar stool and bring my hand up to my head, briefly considering the thought of pulling Longshadow from his job so he can make me a bloody martini but I don't. I can deal with a headache, I can't deal with another speech from my Maker about what a huge mistake I've made.
Of course he's got my back but he doesn't take too kindly to my Progenies stepping out of turn and making an even bigger mess for us than we need. Already I've fucked up his master plan of acquisitioning the Kingdom of Vermont because of these two and if he loses Area 5 because Nan the Fucking Bitch Flanagan wants to make an example of him I'll be dead. Literally.
And still. I don't really care about getting in trouble. Eric I can deal with but my girls? I cringe at the thought of calling them that. It turns out becoming a Maker is the worst fucking thing for me right now because all of a sudden I have feelings and care? I'm supposed to be under deep fucking espionage but I can't get a single thought out of my fucking brain that isn't wrapped around their well fucking being. What a nice secret no one bothered to mention to me.
Part of me doesn't mind it though. It's nice. They do anything I say, whenever I say it, and I don't even have to command them to do it. They're just grateful and don't even know why. The condition I found them it—bullet to the brain, half dead, being dumped out back of some mental asylum—warranted some complications but the way I see it forgetting their human life totally and completely sounds like a gift. Besides, they're fun the way dollies are fun and I can dress them however I want and they won't say a damn thing. The only trouble is sometimes they've got this weird ticks and since I turned them both at the exact time we all have this bizarre telepathic connection so their ticks become my ticks and well, things aren't working out as well as I'd planned.
The first one happened while I was introducing them to Ginger and a flash of memory came before our eyes like a video on our iPhones. His eyes were dark and human and I know if I ever see him again I will make sure he suffers a worse fate than those bastards underneath my feet. He looked down at my girl and said "You don't look intelligent. You look kind of fucking stupid, like a Blondie. Hey, I'll just call you Blondie." Slap. The next he was staring at my sweetie, "And you…so beautiful and so natural. I think I'll call you Amber."
A chill goes through me at the sight of him and what happened next. The three of us almost snapped Ginger like a twig and if Eric hadn't commanded me, and us, to stop I don't know what we would have done. All I do know is this is batshit crazy and if I'm ever going to marry, murder, and misappropriate the kingdom of Vermont from Marcellus I need to be in tip-top working condition. Not on the verge of losing my damn mind.
"Pam."
I whip my head upward to see Blondie in front of me wearing that awful thing Eric calls stylish and unifying. Black shorts and a white muscle tee with the word Fangtasia written across the front in "blood" does not scream stylish and unified to me—it screams Merlotte's. I look to see in her eyes toughness that I identify with on such a deep level I'd say that she's my favorite if Amber's sweetness didn't make me melt in all the wrong places. She has her hair in the way I left it—which is saying something since she always changes it—with her long locks braided and tucked into a high bun on top of her head. I sigh as I look over at her, "Yes?"
"I came to tell you that I'm the one that bit him. To tell you that Amber only bit him to make sure I wasn't the only one that got in trouble. And I came here to make sure you understand that I'm not sorry for what I did. That guy touched Amber and I think if you were there you would have done the same thing. He grabbed her ass and squeezed so hard she almost cried and if she hadn't stopped me I was going to rip him into little pieces…And the thing is, if I'm being honest, I still want to. I don't care what punishment you think up, I will take it with a smile on my face, but I just wanted you to know that I'm not sorry for what I did and I'll do it again. If someone tries to hurt Amber…or you for that matter, I won't stop and I won't put reason before action. I will do anything for the people I care about and if you can't understand that you might as well turn me out," she takes in a deep breath as if her being so strong in front of me is actually starting to take a toll, "That's it."
I'm quiet for a few seconds but that's only to watch her twist and grow uncomfortable under my gaze. I turn away and focus on the shimmering black bar top I lean on as if I'm deciding something I decided a long time ago. I look back to her and say my first word so hard she flinches, "Fine. Get Amber, doors open in two minutes and I need you both in tip-top shape. Alright?"
"Alright," she smiles and turns her back on me as she makes her way to the shy little Amber waiting in the small hallway toward the bathrooms.
"What did she say?" she questions.
"Don't worry about," Blondie responds.
