New Chapter, despite my dislike of Eric on the show right now, ignoring Pam the way he is, he should be hung, drawn and quartered. ;) Anyway, I hope you like this one and thank you all for the reviews so far...and opinions on dark v light.

A Month to Fight and Laugh

As Pam hurled up the contents of her stomach painfully into the toilet, her whole un-dead life literally sped through her mind like a firework display with bright vivid images of all she would have done and may still do if she was to survive this one moment in her un-dead life.

'Come on Pam that's my girl.' Eric soothed, rubbing her lower back and holding her hair out the way, but to Pam at that moment, his voice was miles away, worlds away to what she was experiencing.

'Fuck off Eric!' She spat between shuddery breaths, finally leaning backwards away from the toilet for the first time that evening. If she were human, the morning sickness would have abated ages ago, but this was no normal pregnancy, and with each passing day, as the bump got bigger, her body got thinner and her blood got thinner and she felt as if she was literally dying her true death.

Eric had stood up and walked away from her after being cursed at again, getting angrier and angrier by the minute. She as starting to push her limit and that was just all kinds of wrong to vampire kind.

'Pam, watch your mouth won't you.' He said calmly, though the authority in his voice was strong.

Pam rolled her eyes as she swilled her mouth out with water, spitting that vile substance out as well.

'Oh I'm sorry, sorry I swore at you whilst I was chucking up the entirety of my stomach. Do forgive me master.' She spat sarcastically, swivelling on her feet to leave the room.

Eric had had it.

His hand shot and grabbed the back of her top in a blink, pulling her roughly back until she was against the wardrobe. 'You need to watch your mouth Pamela, I will not stand for this sort of behaviour, do not forget your place child.' He seethed through clenched fanged teeth. Pam gulped, but stared back just as hatefully.

'I hate you right now.' She drawled slowly, her eyes were brimming with tears, betraying the true brunt of her words, but the words were still there, hanging in the air for both to smother under.

'What?' He asked a moment of silence later, confusion and anger rolling into one.

'I hate you.' She said again much quieter. She daren't meet his eyes, knowing if she did she'd take it back, she'd apologise a thousand times, and take it all back, and right now she was angry and upset and hurting, lashing out was all she knew how to do.

Eric knew this, but it didn't stop him cupping her face tightly, leaning in until his nose practically touched hers. 'You hate me? You hate me?' He whispered menacingly. 'After I give you eternal beauty, eternal life, eternal everything?' He asked incredulously.

A tear slipped down her cheek slowly, pooling on his hand and there was nothing she could do about it.

'Answer me!' He roared banging her head against the wardrobe once. She yelped, glared and shoved against him all to no avail.

'Pamela, use your words.' He spat once more, but in a much softer tone. He could never be cruel towards his child for long.

'I don't hate you.' She admitted sadly, rolling her eyes in a last ditch attempt to stay tough. 'I hate what you've done to me.' She concluded, staring at him with imploring eyes to understand exactly where she was coming from.

'What have I done to you? I haven't done anything to you.' He said like the ignorant man he was, finally releasing her and stepping back a bit.

'Yes you have! Yes you have, you did this to me, this fucking ridiculous nightmare!' She said hitting her stomach hard with each syllable, shaking with the pent up anger pouring out all at once.

'Pam no, don't, don't do that!' He shouted back at her attempting to snag her wrists but she darted away from him, flipping her hair back angrily and bristling loudly.

'I never wanted a baby, ever!' She screamed. 'When I was a pathetic human I couldn't have thought of a worse predicament than a fucking pregnancy! I hate it I hate it I fucking hate it!' She screeched ear piercingly, scratching her stomach with her deadly sharp nails, leaving gouges of red across her pale skin like a tiger's claws.

Eric felt a twinge akin to guilt rising in him as he witnessed his, quite frankly, demented child try to scratch the 'nightmare' away. Then something in his body clicked back into place overriding the shock and snapped back to reality, jumping at his child, pinning her arms to her side and hauling her over to the bed, forcing her to lie down, practically sitting atop of her to stop her rising. He was sure to keep the weight of him off her belly.

'Get off me please, please...please.' She whimpered but when he shook his head she sighed, giving up the ghost and finally letting her head rest against the pillows.

The two pale blondes stayed quiet for a long time, breathing unnecessarily hard and both letting their eyes close and fall into down time for a while. Being the thing that often calmed the two highly strung and feisty vamps they had often wondered in calmer moments why, when they did get angry, did they not just force each other to lay down and close their eyes, it would actually stop a lot of what just happened and many more moments like them.

This thought tugged a smile out of Pam and Eric without either of the other knowing.

'I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened, but I'm not sorry about the prospect of a baby for us, and I'm not sorry about making love to you. I'll never be sorry for that. You are mine and mine alone.' He said in a deep, gruff voice. Pam kept her eyes closed throughout his speech, letting his words sweep over her.

'You are mine.' He said again in a gruff whisper, kissing her cheek and neck, letting his fangs scrape slightly.

'You are mine.' Again he repeated, running his mouth slowly down her chest, brushing against the sides of her breasts and finally stopped upon her pelvic bone.

His eyes glanced briefly up at her for permission. He would never take her without her consent, and when she nodded once, eyes still closed, he began to nuzzle his face beneath her skirt, reaching her honey pot.

However as he coaxed her slowly into relaxing and letting herself go, she suddenly yelped, a high terrified tea kettle yelp. He emerged in a flash, wide eyes glancing at her unsurely.

'What? Did a fang nip you?' He asked retracting his fangs for assurance.

Pam looked at him with frightened eyes, 'No, I don't know, oh god.' She rambled in a high voice. Eric quickly wiped his mouth, opening and shutting it, unsure of what to say.

She yelped again.

'What! What! I'm not touching you!' He babbled, scanning her body in a panic holding his hands up.

'Quick, I think it's trying to escape!' She panicked, grabbing his hand and placing it atop the rounding bump. His hand instantly caught the impact of a strong kick.

He snatched his hand away and stared at the bump, along with Pam, both with frightened eyes, waiting, just waiting.

'Is it coming? This is labour?' He asked, not once taking his eyes from the bump.

'How the holy fuck should I know!' She screeched in a breathy way. 'I thought it was meant to come out the other end, you know...my Minnie.' She rambled again, blushing slight red.

For the love of all he was worth, Eric couldn't stop the grin breaking through on his face and looked at Pam with incredulous eyes. 'Your vagina, it comes out there?' He laughed, 'why the fuck do you call it a Minnie?' he added, but soon sobered up when another yelp escaped her lips and her delicate hand shot out to slap the grin off his face.

'Oh fuck, I'm calling Doctor Ludwig!' He screeched this time, watching the bump vibrate slightly, and he went to shoot off the bed. But Pam caught him, snatching his wrist and sitting up straighter.

'Wait...no...I think, I think this is meant to happen.' She said slowly with unsure eyes. 'It doesn't hurt...it's a surprise is all.' She added, pulling him onto the bed and guiding his hand back towards the bump too.

'It's meant to...kick?' He asked, smiling as he felt the baby kick once more. Pam let out a breathy laugh. There was a wide smile on her face with wide eyes to match.

'I think so yes.' She said, laughing slightly. Eric smiled back, half from the look on Pam's adorable face but also because of the kicking baby.

'It's kicking!' He affirmed with a smirk before literally bundling her into a hug and kissing her crown several times. She rested her cheek against his chest, smiling. However, she was still very much unhappy with the entire predicament.

A good hour later, Eric sat ordering pregnancy books from Amazon, deciding the two really needed to brush up on the subject and Pam sat with a note pad, scribbling down various names, succumbed to the fact that it was happening, she had decided, on feeling it kick, that she would try her best to be happy for it.

'I think Ava for a girl and William for a boy.' She said suddenly, looking over at Eric.

He screwed his face up. 'Ava...nah. And William is stupid, sounds too British.' He said with a smirk.

'I am British idiot.' She retorted but crossed of William anyway. 'What do you think then?' She asked curiously.

'I think Fistlout the strong or Askars the great.' He smiled widely and deadly serious. Pam stared at him poker faced for all of a minute before bursting out in hysterics.

'Fistlout the strong and Askars; you have to be fucking kidding me!' She laughed.

'What? They are strong Viking names, fit for warriors!' He defended.

'It's not going to be a warrior you retard. Thank god you weren't in charge of naming me!' She giggled.

Eric looked offended. 'Why? I thought about it, you would have been Pamelash the pale. But you just suited Pamela more.' He said and again he looked serious.

She shook her head in disbelief. 'That's it; you're never allowed to name anything. Ever.' She said. However, she did write the names down on the pad anyway, he was technically entitled to play the name game too.

'Well we'll come back to names for it, but right I reckon we should carry on from where we left of earlier.' Pam said somewhat shyly for her after another few minutes silence and Eric's head snapped up with a mischievous look upon his face.

'Now you're talking.' He said approaching her slowly.

She placed the pad on the table and stretched her arms out lazily. 'Ravish me.' She said and within a flash, Eric had her in his arms and playful things on his mind.

Chapter seven coming soon, I hope you all liked this chapter..I had such fun writing it.

Frailly X