Pretty Little Vampire
A/N: Usually when I take this long for an update, it means that I've had no time to write anything fun. But I've actually been writing a lot! I wrote a prequel to this story called What Lies Beneath which deals with what happens when Eric calls Aria in to help search for Godric in Season 2. I know it's strange to be writing something like that as I'm working on this. However, I had a hard time writing the first half of this chapter because it all still centers around Pam, Eric, and Aria in the 3x09 time frame. So I wrote the other story as an exercise to help me with that issue and it turned into a multi-chapter story. In order to make everything cohesive, I have alluded to things in the other story that happen. The stories can stand alone. But in case you feel like you're missing something that might be why.
You also may notice I changed the rating to M. It's for what I hope to be a very good reason! Besides that reason, you'll notice I quoted something very famous about love from what I found out was the Bible. It's most often used to refer to romantic love and marriage. This story is not a romance. It might have romance in it. But it's really about a family and their relationships with each other. And in this particular case, what they've done for the love of each other. So with that said I hope you enjoy what's ahead.
Chapter 7: A Four Letter Word
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
England, 1910
Her breath sounds were shallow. Eric knew she would not live long if he did not do something quickly. Without thinking, he ripped a hole in the flesh of his arm and held it to the lips of the girl who had once called him an angel. The drops of blood trickled down her throat. Soon, 17 year-old Aria De Beaufort's breathing began to ease.
Pam sat in the corner in the master bedroom of the London townhouse she shared with Eric and stared at the still form in the middle of her maker's bed. She was overwhelmed at the sight of her sister. Had they met under different circumstances, Pam would have been happy to see her. But at the moment all she felt was fear and guilt. She was surprised when she noticed Eric give Aria blood. As much as she still loved her baby sister, the fact remained that she was still human. And if she awoke and saw the sister who she knew to be dead, who knew what would happen?
"Eric what are you doing?" She asked, her voice shaking. She hated how she sounded but she couldn't steady her voice.
"Saving Aria's life," He said quietly as Aria swallowed his blood for the first time. In Eric's mind, the girl in front of him had not aged. The little girl she once was had remained in the back of his mind for the last ten years. He had never quite figured out why a human stood out in his mind. But there was something about Aria De Beaufort.
"But why?" Pam asked. "What if she wakes up?"
"I'm not concerned that she will wake," He replied running his thumb over Aria's forehead.
"She's still a human."
"But not for long," He replied as he pulled his arm away from Aria's lips. "She is going to be turned tonight."
"What?" Pam said. She couldn't help but be surprised. Simply seeing her sister again had flooded her mind with thoughts and emotions that she forced herself to forget after being turned. Pam stared at Eric for a long moment. The decision to turn Aria seemed to be made awfully quickly as if he had considered it before. "Eric why do you care so much about my sister? She's just a human."
"Not to you," He pointed out. "You have spoken about Aria quite a bit these last few years. It is obvious that you care about her."
"I do," Pam admitted watching how attentive he was with Aria. Protective even. She frowned, "You didn't meet Aria did you?" She asked, knowing it was a silly question. But it seemed to be the only one that made sense.
Eric was going to lie and say he hadn't. But given the situation, it no longer seemed necessary. "Yes, I have. The night I brought you over, Aria came looking for you in your bedroom."
"And you were there," Pam finished quietly.
He nodded, "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to make your transition harder. But I realize now that it was a mistake. Especially leaving Aria."
"I've regretted doing that every day," She said. "Aria was mine and I left her at the first chance of freedom."
"She was yours?" Eric asked not quite knowing what she meant.
"Aria is my half-sister," Pam said so softly she was almost talking to herself, "The product of an affair between my father and my governess, Elina. Aria came to my father after her mother died in childbirth. He took her in out of obligation but not love." The expression on Pam's face changed and when she looked at Aria again, she saw the little girl she once was. "So she became mine. From the time Aria was a baby I took care of her; I bathed, fed, dressed, and taught her everything I could. I didn't want her to have the same life I did, at least not in front of my parents. We were a team. I protected her from my parents and in return Aria loved me more than I could have ever imagined possible."
"Why did Aria require protection from your parents?" He interjected quietly.
"My father liked to drink," Pam replied frankly. "I'm sure that he still does. My mother kept it well hidden in public and in private he would lock himself in his study. It all started Elina left. When Aria was older however she became a target. She reminded him of the one thing he never had. Elina."
"So that is why Aria wanted to sleep in your bedroom the night we met. The monster was your father."
"Yes," Pam replied her throat constricting slightly. "He went into Aria's room at night and punished her physically for something she might have done to upset him during the day."
"Do you believe he could have done this to your sister?" He asked gesturing to the bed.
"If he caught Aria in that barn yes," She replied so certain that it was almost frightening. "She is at society age and marriage to someone socially appropriate in a year or two would be out of the question if her virginity has been taken. " Pam fell silent for a moment before adding, "Aria would be more use to my father dead than alive now."
Eric considered her words and then looked at his progeny, "Then the decision should be yours Pamela," He said invoking her full name for the first time in a long time. This was the first time Pam had spoken at length about her sister and it was clear that she loved her very deeply. In his many centuries on earth, Eric had never come across siblings in this situation. After hearing the story she had told, he realized that he had no right to bring Aria over on his own. He was willing. But Pam had to be too regardless of who made Aria.
Pam nodded slowly, "May I have a moment alone with Aria?"
"Of course," Eric replied and left the room.
Pam walked over to the bed and gently stroked Aria's cheek, noticing what a beautiful young woman her sister had become for the first time. What should have been an exciting night for her was now nothing short of a nightmare. The selfish part of Pam wanted to turn Aria just to have her back again. Obviously Aria wouldn't be able to return home either way. But the last thing Pam wanted to cause her sister anymore pain. If she wanted to, she could clean Aria up and leave her some place safe with enough money to start over on her own. She knew Aria would find a way to survive, but it wasn't what she deserved.
Sitting on the bed beside her, Pam weighed out the other alternative. Turning Aria was a major responsibility. Not only would Aria have to be taught how to be a vampire but she would be in the service of her maker. There was no telling how she would react seeing Pam again ten years post-mortem and being Aria's maker would complicate their relationship even further. So she couldn't see how that would work. Not to mention Pam was unsure if she could ever live up to the kind of maker Eric was. He was a rare breed of vampire, one for whom making a vampire came naturally. He was an excellent teacher, friend, and lover. He was her everything.
The only other solution was to kill Aria and it wasn't a viable one.
As Pam debated the options in her mind, one thing became clear. No matter what she decided, Aria didn't deserve to stay in her present state. Her beautiful hair was matted with dried blood and her slip was filthy. Rising Pam retrieved a basin, towels, and a pitcher of water before setting it on the night table and gently removing her sister's clothing. She knew she had to be quick in the event Aria awoke. But when Aria was finally exposed, Pam saw exactly just how much punishment her sister endured. There were scars everywhere on her body; records of the abuse that had been inflicted on her. Some were light and hardly visible while others were from more recent injuries. In an odd way, these marks were quite beautiful against Aria's warm skin. They proved that she was not just a beautiful girl but also someone who did not let her circumstances rule her life. She had allowed herself to be free if only for a little while. But there had been a steep price for it.
Silently Pam began to wash the blood out of Aria's hair. A vampire-driven excitement bubbled in her stomach at the smell but she suppressed it until all of the blood from her hair and her thighs had been wiped away. Once Aria was clean, Pam proceeded to redress her with all of the care a mother would give her child. Thankfully they were similar in height and size so the pale pink drop-waist dress fit Aria quite well. As Pam surveyed her work, she realized that she had already made her decision. Aria was her sister and she couldn't leave her. Not a second time.
Going out to the living room Pam stood in front of her maker and looked into his eyes, "I have made my decision."
"What is it?"
"Aria should be turned. The only other viable option is to kill her and it would be a waste given that you have already saved Aria once."
"Would you like to do it?" Eric asked. "You would be a good maker."
Pam hesitated. Her gut reaction was to say yes. But then she remembered her first rising. As exciting as that first night had been, it was also very new and overwhelming. "No," She finally said.
Eric arched an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"
"Aria needs us both and it would be best for her if you were her maker."
With that decision made, Eric and Pam walked back towards the bedroom and the door closed behind them with a click.
The streets were relatively quiet being that it was only 11pm. Pam steered her Maserati through the area around Fangtasia in Shreveport. She didn't have a specific place in mind to go since it was still too early to return home. The night was young and going back to Fangtasia wasn't an option either. The night Aria was found and turned had been on her mind a lot lately, no doubt due to the exasperation that she had been causing "her parents." The corners of Pam's mouth turned up as she thought of the phrase Aria sometimes used. It wasn't one she used directly all that often. In fact Pam had first stumbled upon the phrase when she hacked into Aria's blog account. For someone who was so technically savvy, Aria's password had been easy for Pam to figure out.
She had started going into the blog in order to see what was really going on with her baby sister while she was in Sweden. Aria was usually very good at hiding her emotions and as a result tended to lie about what was really going on with her. But Pam was actually relieved to see her sister a little more emotionally unhinged even if it had taken Eric being in danger for it to happen. As her mother however, it hurt Pam to see Aria struggle as much as she had the last few years. The relationship they had was complex and walking the line between sister, mother, and friend was difficult but Pam managed to balance them well. The same couldn't be said for Eric.
Whereas Eric was Pam's best friend, former lover, maker, co-parent, partner, and sometimes father, he had always retained a father/maker relationship with Aria and there had never been much deviation from it. This wasn't necessarily by choice. It was how things had turned out. Recently however, Eric and Aria had started to show signs of wanting to become lovers. The expansion in their relationship would be a positive change, Pam knew. But she had never dreamed that either of them would be so hopeless. Eric was over 1000 years old and knew how to get a woman into bed. Pam herself had no qualms about sleeping with him even if she did prefer women nowadays. All he had to do was ask. And yet, he could not for the life of him use those same skills on his precious Aria.
It was irritating to say the least which was why Pam had left after Eric had made the comment about Aria not being able to spread her legs for just anyone. Jerk. She had been hurt by the comment more than she should have. He always placed Aria on a pedestal when it came to such an issue and Pam knew it. It was actually quite sweet in a way because it was his way of protecting Aria. But on nights like this, it was just plain annoying. Then again, Eric had no idea how far Pam had gone invading Aria's privacy in order to make sure she was ok. And she was most definitely sure he knew nothing about the numerous fedex-ed packages of her own blood that she had sent their child over the last ten years. So in her own way, Pam was just as guilty as Eric in wanting to protect their little Aria. She turned her attention back to the road and found that she was approaching the interstate onramp that would lead to Bon Temps. She steered the car in that direction and hoped vaguely that Sookie was up for a visit.
Aria slid down off of the bar and into Eric's arms. The aura around them was very different tonight than it had been the first time in Dallas. They had collided that night in a violent mix of pleasure and sex under intense pressure. It was something that could have easily repeated itself now. But Aria was not the same girl she had been in Texas; the one who had accused her maker of treating her like a puppy to be scolded or one of the many human women he had occasion to screw. No for once in her life, Aria was herself. She leaned in and kissed him with a quiet fervor. Eric kissed her back with the same sort of quiet passion pinning her against the bar with his body. Then with a firm tug, the fabric holding the purple wrap top she was wearing together came undone.
Pulling away, Eric pushed the fabric apart with his hands revealing gray satin with ruffles along the top. The effect was very sexy as he removed her top. He kissed her collarbone, smiling to himself mentally as he did so. Aria always did prefer to look good from head to toe in every sense. This was proven to be true once again when he unzipped the invisible zipper of her tuxedo pants and pulled them down to reveal the matching panties. But once she was down to just her skivvies, Eric saw the self-consciousness in her eyes. Though he had seen the imperfections that dotted her body in the form of small scars on her abdomen, back, and legs many times over the last century, they reminded him of that night.
"Du är vacker," He whispered as he kissed her lips. You are beautiful. And he meant it. Eric had been the first to honor those scars in Dallas. Where she saw shame, he saw strength and beauty. The scars were a part of Aria and he would never ignore them.
Aria smiled against his lips, "Smickrare," she said pulling away. Flatterer. "Vill du säga detta till alla tjejer du knulla?" Do you say this to all of the girls you fuck? Her tone was teasing. She fingered the hem of his t-shirt.
"Nej, men du är inte dem," he whispered nuzzling her neck. No but you aren't them.
"I så fall har du på dig för mycket kläder," She replied and lifted his shirt over his head. In that case you're wearing too many clothes.
Eric chuckled softly in response as Aria kissed the flesh she had just revealed lightly. He ran his fingers through her hair as she did so. She was taking her time, exploring every inch of his chest with her mouth. After a few minutes, Eric tilted her head and captured her lips again showing her his appreciation. His need for her was obvious when his body pressed up against her and she could feel the bulge in his jeans. Aria bit her lip and Eric was greeted with the taste of her blood in his mouth. This only increased his arousal and he reached back to undo her bra which he tossed onto the mounting pile of clothing by their side. When he pulled away from her lips it was only because he wanted to indulge Aria's breasts; he found her to be quite responsive with regard to that part of her anatomy.
As soon as Eric took her left nipple into his mouth he was delighted to find Aria hadn't changed. She let out a long, low moan as he sucked on her nipple making circles around it with his tongue as he did so. While he was occupied with her breasts Aria took the opportunity to undo his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. When she did she was greeted by a very nice view of his penis standing at attention. Aria was appreciative of the sight before her, having not been able to see it properly before in this situation due to previous circumstances. When she had decided her breasts had had enough treatment from Eric, Aria pulled away and went down onto her knees.
"Absolut perfekt," she whispered before taking him into her mouth. Absolutely perfect.
The sensation of Aria taking him into her mouth led Eric to release a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan. His hands instantly went to her hair and he ran his fingers through it as her mouth moved slowly up and down his shaft skillfully. He let out a healthy groan as her tongue ran the underside of his shaft on the way down and her teeth (fangs retracted of course) on the top of it on the way up. She never upped the pace keeping instead to the slow, tortuous pace she had started with designed to drive him mad. Aria took her time not only for that reason but also to remind him that she was different, that they both knew each other better than any of those they might have bedded in the past with the except with Pam on Eric's part.
Eric received the message loud and clear as evidenced by the fact that he tugged on her arm after only a few minutes of pleasure. He could have continued this all night. But there was something much more appealing to him ahead. When Aria rose, he lifted her up and set her atop the red upholstered chaise behind them putting them at eye level. Then he removed the final barrier between them; her panties which joined the pile along with his jeans and boxers.
"Du är min," He whispered in her ear just before he entered her. You are mine.
The phrase sent shivers up and down Aria's spine. He had said it in Dallas too but she didn't believe him considering they were waiting for news on Sookie at the time and they were in a similar position at the time as well. This time however, she believed him. Though it was terriblely unusual (read never) for a maker to mark his or her progeny in the same way they may mark a human theirs, Aria wasn't especially surprised given the amount of things he had learned about her lately.
"Ni förstör mig," Aria whispered back as he entered her slowly and began to thrust steadily. You are ruining me.
"Är det ett klagomål?" He asked amusement in his tone. Is that a complaint?
"Inga bara en observation," Aria replied, the last part said in a quiet moan. No just an oberservation.
Aria's eyes fluttered closed and for the first time in a long time she let everything go. For this moment in time, there was no Russell Edgington, Pam wasn't pissed at Eric, and she wasn't an assassin for the authority. It was just them. She kissed Eric again as if it was the last thing she was ever going to do. He responsed to the injection of passion by burying his fingers in her hair and picking up the pace a bit. Aria let out a strangled groan as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her fangs popped out again and she felt the satisfying sensation of fang against fang as the two vampires continued to kiss. Her muscles contracted around him firmly when he picked up the pace and Aria could have sworn he sighed a little in response. Perhaps she was getting to Eric a little more than she thought.
Having sex with someone he trusted was very satisfying to Eric. Though he hadn't engaged in the act all that often with Aria as of yet, he wanted to. He knew her better than anyone except maybe Pam and that made him care about what he was doing to Aria. Usually he had very little regard for his partners. Eric wasn't abusive or hurtful towards them. But he did tend to take more than give with the women he bedded. Now however, Eric found himself alert to Aria's movements and sounds to be sure that she felt nothing but pleasure and absolutely no discomfort. He could tell that she was relaxed, more than she would ever be in any other setting and that was important. Aria had built very thick walls around herself as was evidenced by the things he had learned about her recently. And he wasn't anxious for them to go back up.
"Öppna dina ögon och se på mig," Eric commanded quietly as he broke the kiss and looked at her. Open your eyes and look at me. Aria did as he bid and her baby blues locked eyes with him. "Kom för mig," He said fingering her clit lightly with his finger. Come for me.
Aria's hips bucked slightly at the touch being that her clit was very sensitive at the moment. She let out a soft moan but her eyes never strayed from his. He could see the orgasm building in her eyes in mere minutes. She squirmed anxiously as Eric sent her on a course into oblivion. Each second that passed became more and more pleasently torturous until Aria finally gave in. Her muscles clamped around Eric hard and then began to contract rapidly. The orgasm swept Aria up making her shake from the tips of her toes to her arms as Eric found himself awash in her juices. Eric didn't anticipate how this giving moment would make him feel however. He was overcome with the sensation to give in himself.
" Jag behöver dig Eric," She managed to say softly after coming down from her high. I need you Eric.
The viking didn't need to be told twice. He picked up speed but his eyes never left hers. He had witnessed the raw power of her orgasm in her eyes and now it was his turn. Instead of giving into his instinct and giving her brutal violent thrusts, he kept them quick and firm in the name of keeping her comfortable. Though he was rapidly losing the power of rational thought, before his primitive brain took over he thought Aria looked almost happy in anticipation of his orgasm. But after a minute or two all thought of any kind flew out the window. Eric hurtled towards the point of no return with an abandon never displayed to the women he had bedded. With a strangled groan, he finally let go and thrusted as deep as he could go inside Aria as he spilled his seed.
When he was able to think again, Erix saw that Aria was very content. He leaned in and kissed her softly, "Bra?" Good?
" Den bästa," She replied kissing him back. The best.
When someone knocked at Sookie's door at a quarter to midnight, she was certain that it had to be a vampire. Her suspicions were correct when she saw Pam on the other side.
"Hello Pam," Sookie said cautiously.
"Hello Sookie," Pam replied with a cool smile. "Invite me in?"
"Come in Pam," She said stepping aside to let the vampire in. "What's up? "
Pam stepped inside, "I heard about what Bill did to you in Mississippi. Such a shame. Are you alright?" She inquired almost sweetly.
Sookie stiffened slightly, "I'm fine no thanks to Eric."
"Yes well Eric was a bit distracted," Pam replied looking at her. "He killed Russell Edgington's consort Talbot."
Her eyes widened, "What? Why?"
"Russell had it coming," She said dryly. "He and Eric go way back. The point is that now Russell is going after Eric big time and he kidnapped the queen. Higher management is upset and assigned someone to help Eric get rid of Russell but it's a problem. Her life is on the line along with Eric's and that doesn't sit well with me."
Sookie frowned for a moment wondering why Pam would care about anyone other than Eric. Looking at the vampire she saw flashes of worry and concern in her eyes and then she understood, "It's Aria isn't it? She's the one helping Eric."
Pam arched an eyebrow, "How do you know about Aria? I don't recall Eric or I ever mentioning her to you."
"You didn't. She came to Dallas to help Eric look for Godric."
Now it was Pam's turn to be confused, "So you met her there?"
Sookie nodded, "Yep. She got me in to the Fellowship of the Sun," She said and then took in her expression. "You didn't know Aria was in Dallas did you?"
Pam didn't respond to that. Instead she said, "Eric and Aria are in danger Sookie and you are the only one who can help them."
"Me? I don't see how I can help Pam."
"Russell Edgington wants you Sookie and he will have you. You may have escaped him once. But he will take you sooner or later."
Sookie's face took on a hard edge, "So what Pam? I'm just supposed to go with you and be some sort of sick offering for him? No thanks."
Pam hissed and her fangs popped out in anger, "I can force you to go Sookie and do so before you ever call Bill. So you have two choices, come quietly or by force."
Sookie actually felt sorry for the vampire. Even though Pam could technically rip her throat out, she could see that Pam was desperate; that she really did care about Eric and Aria. But this was just plain crazy, "What would Aria say about this?" Sookie asked quietly. "I'll bet Aria doesn't even know you're here, does she?"
"My sister's opinion doesn't matter here!"
"Eric didn't give a rat's ass about me when I went into that church looking for Godric. But Aria did. She willingly offered me some of her blood to help keep me safe. She didn't force it on me or threaten me, she just offered it without any thought to herself. So yes Pam I think it does."
"Aria is kind to her detriment," Pam replied coldly. "What is your decision?"
"I'll go with you," Sookie said after a moment. "But I want to talk to Aria when we get there. Got it?"
"Fine," She said. "Now let's go."
Eric was stretched out on the couch in his office with Aria beside him. His arm was resting over her protectively. Their clothes were still out in the bar, though Aria had insisted on putting her bra and panties back on. He had protested profusely but in the end she won out and he was wearing his boxers as well. An old quilt was draped over them and Aria's head was resting on Eric's chest.
"Why haven't you told Pam about Dallas?" Aria asked thoughtfully. "About my involvement?"
"Considering how things turned out? I thought it best not to bring it up."
"Did you? Or did you just not want to talk about what happened?"
Eric sighed, "Aria please..."
"We need to tell her, it's not right."
"Fine," He said not wanting them to fall into old habits. "You can tell Pam about Dallas."
Aria nodded, "I'll tell her when she comes back."
Eric smiled a little above her, "Anymore pressing business lilla?"
"No, I think that's it," Aria said as a familiar sensation crept up on her. She had felt pangs ever since they arrived. But they passed. Now however, she was sure the synthetic blood she had drank earlier in the night was going to come back at her.
"Good," Eric replied kissing her head and was just in time to hear her make the slightest sound. "Are you alright?"
Aria shook her head, "No."
In a flash, she was bent over the garbage can vomiting something that didn't happen to vampires all that often. Eric rushed over and held her hair. To his dismay, all he could see was synthetic blood, which was just a shade off from real blood. He had never seen her do this with synthetic blood before. So either the batch was bad or Aria was allergic to it.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
*Lilla means little one in Swedish.
We've reached the end...of this chapter. I know it was long and perhaps not what you're used to see Eric and Pam do. But I hope you liked it. An entire sex scene in Swedish? Who knew that would happen? I will have more soon! In the mean time...perhaps you'll review or add me to your alerts? I hope you will! Oh and if anyone is interested, I'm now on Twitter nathalia004. So if you want to know how I'm doing with the next installment or you just want to say hi come find me!
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