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If he could still feel her, then she was still alive. It was this thought he kept relaying to himself, as he settled in his sleeping space, just as the first rays of sun broke through the sky.

Chapter four- Discoveries

'Eric look at me.' Pam insisted from across the room, she had found something interesting. Eric simply waved his hand behind him, willing her to wait as he continued to indulge in his evening meal, a young maritime man. Easy prey around these London docks it seemed. The seaman's mate was still sat as still as stone, glamoured into a sleepy state until Pam decided she wished to feed.

Instead she had wanted to look around the lavish court house they'd acquired for the night, and what a thing she had found! 'Oh please Eric, look at me.' Pam tried again, her voice alight with annoyance. This time Eric pulled away from his liquid meal, 'Pam, you sound like an impatient child. Now come and eat your dinner.' He said, without turning to look her, a smirk firmly planted on his face, feeling her increased irritation. Winding Pam up was a dangerous game, but fun.

Testing his patience, knowing it would work, Pam instantly whined again, 'Eric look!' She trilled, anticipation running through her. As Eric growled angrily, she smiled brightly, holding it ready. His head snapped round, eyes blazing, and then a giant flash filled his eyes! 'Say cheese!' Pam laughed happily, holding the camera close.

Eric's eyes snapped open. For half a second, he felt content, the happy memory still playing in his head. Pam and that bloody camera, he smirked fondly. Then as his body came to life once more, the sun now fully gone, grim realization struck. Pam was missing. Within the second he was up, bursting out his sleeping space, dialing the phone before a human could even blink twice.

After two rings, Bill answered. 'Do I need to ask for your help tonight?' He stated briskly, not caring for formalities. 'No, what do you need?' Bill answered, equally to the point. 'You and Sookie be at Fangtasia as soon as you can, I have a plan, and it will work. Pam will be home before the night is through.' Eric replied, his voice strong with firm belief. Bill did not wait to answer; Eric did not wait to hear one, instead hanging up and finalizing his plans to save Pam.

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Pam heard a groan from the stairs, as somebody made their way down the wooden flight. Her whole body tensed, preparing for the worst. She was bound and weakened, hungry and pissed off. She couldn't move, so attack was out of question, instead she opted for verbal threats in a hope to keep whoever it was away.

'Come closer and you're dead.' She hissed, her normally thick and sultry voice slightly cracked. 'I'm fucking hungry; meaning I'm going to have fun bleeding you dry.' She added hoping fear alone would keep her captors at bay.

'See that's where you're wrong Darlin', I'm going to have fun bleedin' you dry.' A deep, oily voice replied. Stepping into her vision, the man smiled sickly down at her; his body was broad and heavyset, his face like that of a spoiled pig.

Pam stared up at him, eyes wide with comprehension. Then with that, she started to thrash with all she had. 'You fucking dare! You filthy blood bag, you stinking drainer! I'm going to kill you!' Pam screamed, desperation fuelling her weakened body. The man laughed happily, as he watched her failed attempt.

'Struggle all you want, just don't spill any of my wages will you!' He spat, turning to a table in the far corner. Two other men came down the stairs next, both similar in look. Younger then the first, they had overalls on, one said Mick, the taller of the two with thinning brown hair. The other said Zach, the blonde and lean looking of the bunch. The young boy that she had managed to glamour yesterday was not present.

'Get her ready, I want at least half out tonight. Got buyers already lined up.' He said happily, as though he was chatting about appliances for sale. Pam stopped struggling, looking from the two approaching, each refusing to make eye contact. 'No, no wait.' Pam yelped, as they tugged at her ankles, shifting her so she now lay flat on the floor.

'Please! Don't do this.' She tried again, her eyes widening with pain as the silver chains shifted against her badly burned skin. Neither of the younger men answered, but they didn't look happy about what they were about to do. Pam noticed this. 'Please, my name is Pamela… Pam. I have a Maker, his name is Eric and he's very wealthy.' She spoke quickly and desperate. 'I'm sure he will offer up a considerable amount for my return! You can still earn your money; you don't need to do this!' She begged, two vivid red tears slowly falling down her pale white cheeks, disappearing amidst her hair.

Then she felt the sting of a needle, and snapped her head to look down at her arm. The grizzly older man had moved to kneel beside her with a vile in his hand, quickly filling with crimson fresh Vampire blood. Her blood!

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Sookie had listened intently to Eric as he explained his plan and theory in getting Pam back swiftly. It involved herself listening in for any Fangtasia patrons that happened to be using, selling or even knowledgeable about Vampire blood. Eric believed from there, he would glamour the human into spilling out all addresses of known Drainers or Dealers. From there, Eric would personally 'seek out' the right address in which Pam was being held. Sookie had a feeling that Eric's 'seeking out' would not be pleasant or humane, but she didn't dare question further. Not this time.

So here she was sitting, at the bar of Fangtasia, drink in hand, playing the part of a tourist fang-banger. Really, she was sieving carefully through each human brain in the bar.

'I hope my mum doesn't find out I'm here…

'I wonder if they like to dance…

'Stop being so nervous and flirt already…

Sookie sighed, irritated at the thoughts of so many of the people around her, mainly sex if she was honest. She turned to find out where Eric and Bill we're sitting, when her mind suddenly caught the wisps of a snarled, muddled mind, his thoughts practically screaming in his head…

'I need some more V for fuck sake! Where the fuck is Frank…

A user, looking for a dealer, possibly the drainer! Sookie realized, her eyes widened in disbelief as her head snapped round to finally meet Eric's steady gaze. One glance towards the gangly, unkempt patron near the entrance, told Eric what he wanted to know. His eyes instantly darkened. His fangs shot out.

And then he pounced.

Chapter five coming soon…. Frailly