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It was then he realised that he had done it, he had found Pam. Suddenly the bond between Maker and Child screamed through him, and he ran upstairs to where his child was waiting.
Chapter seven- Embrace
On his way through the house, he slowed to savour the sight of the dismembered bastards that caused his child pain. That dared to think they could just take her and use her like that. He hoped they were beyond terrified when he was tearing at them, ripping them easily apart, trying to keep them alive as they lost their legs and arms. He wanted them to feel that pain, and a million times over for what they did to her.
Even if they had only took one single drop of blood from Pam. That would have been too much.
He smiled at the grizzly scene, satisfied, before finally reaching the car waiting outside, the headlamps the only light source around the desolate ground. Slowing his pace to a walk, he nodded once at Bill as he passed the front seats and opened the door to the back of the vehicle.
For a momentary second his eyes memorize the endearing picture in front of him; Sookie was gently running her nimble hands through Pam's hair, as his child leant against the telepaths shoulder, eyes closed. Tired and hurt, but taking comfort from the contact. He realised with a jolt he should have been the one to do that from the start, not pass her over like some toy. But he would make it up to her, he thought as he bent to reach into the car.
He aimed a faint smile at Sookie, hoping it showed his gratitude for her looking after Pamela whilst he could not. Sookie smiled back, nodding her head slightly. Eric then instantly slid his arms under Pam's legs and pulled her away from the warmth of Sookie and out into his arms. She jolted as he moved her, her eyes snapping open, and then relaxing once more, finally in the comfort of her maker's arms.
'I will fly her home.' Eric stated, looking to Bill. He went to turn and leave, but paused looking to Bill and Sookie again. 'And thank you.' He said this bit to them both. 'If it were not for your help,' He directed this bit at Sookie. 'I may not have been so lucky to hold my child again.' He said, and right then, his voice sounded so sincere, and so human, Sookie was quite literally taken back. This was so very un-Eric.
'There's no need to thank us.' Bill said smiling a little. 'We're just so relieved you're ok.' Sookie added, leaning out slightly to smile at a sleepy Pam, who smiled back, rolling her eyes at the same time. Yep that's the Pam I'm used to. Sookie thought with a smirk.
Then the two pairs went their separate ways; one along a dusty road, the other through the night sky.
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As Pam relished in the comfort of Eric's king-sized super soft bed, she couldn't quite believe she was actually there. She half expected to open her eyes any minute and be back in that horrible basement, laced in silver.
She let out a contented moan as she stretched once again atop the unbelievable softness that held the smell of home; her master.
Across from the bedroom, in his bathroom, Eric was collecting a small bundle of supplies, wanting to begin the first stage of healing. He had a lot to do if he was to return his child to her normal self. She had insisted she was fine when he led her across his bed, but he knew otherwise. She had been drained particularly a lot, too much to simply revive one's self overnight. Not to mention being held in silver for a long period would cause harmful injuries. She was trying to look brave, but she should know she shouldn't have too.
Looking in the reflection of the mirror, he saw Pam, eyes closed with a contented smile on her face. To describe how thankful he was that she was home would be pointless, he was beyond thankful. He shuddered, pushing away thoughts he just couldn't deal with yet.
'Comfy?' He joked, settling down in a chair pulled up to the side of the bed. Her eyes flickered open and she smiled. 'Yes.' She said in her thick sultry voice. Then, suddenly, all lightness vanished as she winced in what he knew was pain, squeezing her eyes shut defiantly.
Instantly Eric gently propped her head up with one hand whilst he tore into his free wrist, blood instantly oozing from the wound. He moved it to her mouth but Pam turned her head, 'No, I don't want to drink your blood.' She protested albeit weakly. 'Yes you will, now drink.' He spat a little more harshly then he meant to. 'Eric no, I don't want you to lose any blood that you don't have to.' She said and he actually smiled at the stupidity of her words.
'I want you to get better, this will help, greatly, now drink.' He said, this time a little more kindly. Pam still looked unsure and Eric knew her stubbornness was hard to break. 'Drink before I have to bite again and I won't be happy.' He lied; he'd give all his blood to her if he had to. This time, she gently accepted his wrist in her mouth and drank deeply for a short while, eyes closed in bliss from her master's blood.
After a few more mouthfuls Pam pulled away. 'Good girl.' He said, and laughed when she rolled her eyes. His own eyes flickered to the burns across her arms and legs. They were not so raw now, and were partially healing. After the day sleep, and a good rest they would be healed, it was the blood loss Eric was more worried about. A drained Vampire was as good as dead (again). Pam had been half drained, that was pushing it.
They stayed quiet as Eric gently cleaned her various wounds, ridding them of the grit and dirt. There would be time for baths tomorrow, the night was drawing to a close and Pam could barely keep her eyes open. He smoothly removed her torn and ratty clothes, making a mental reminder to buy her a new outfit to go with the shoes he rescued. Her nakedness did not bother either of them; they had seen each other all over a thousand times during their time together. It's not like they've changed or aged. She was still just as beautiful he thought, not able to resist the temptation of running his hand along her smooth stomach.
He dressed her in a light soft cream shirt and underwear, despite her insisting the pink colour would be better. Changing just as swiftly, he checked the light tight shutters and window blocks and then rolled into the bed next to her.
He instantly pulled her close, letting her cuddle into his chest. She breathed in a few deep breaths, and then tilted her head up until her eyes settled on Eric's. She didn't know what to say for a minute; she felt incredible weak and worn out, but there was still so much on her mind.
He watched her as she continued her thoughts, her face turned down slightly in a sad expression. He gently stroked his thumb across her cheek to bring her back and her eyes found his once more. 'What's the matter?' He asked and was genuinely shocked when suddenly a bright red tear fell from her eye. 'Hey, hey no crying, that won't do.' He said, briskly wiping away the tear.
Her eyes looked so forlorn and lost Eric felt lost himself looking in them. Suddenly a flashback of Sookie and Pam in the car entered his mind and he realised what it was she needed. She needed to let it out. She needed to be comforted and reassured. 'Come here, I've got you now. You're safe my child.' He soothed, pulling her closer and rubbing her back in a gently rhythm.
She sobbed openly then into his chest, dry sobs that instead of leaving red teardrops as evidence, shook her delicate frame violently, jolting her chest almost painfully.
To most people and Vampires alike, Eric appeared as though he was a stoic, strong and silent leader. Not one to ever be gentle, or caring. However, as he held his only child close to his heart and sang an old Swedish lullaby from his living youth to her, they couldn't be more wrong.
Eventually her sobs subsided, instead replaced with shaky breathing. She snorted a small chuckle suddenly and Eric tilted his head to look at her. He raised his eyebrow in question. She smiled again, 'You used to sing that to me during my first year.' It was Eric's turn to smile. 'Yeah, I remember, troublesome little new born you was, always unsettled when it came to dawn.' He chuckled as Pam lightly swatted him and burrowed once more into his chest.
After a few minutes of silence, Pam was asleep, her face relaxed contently now. Eric sighed despite himself, unable to succumb to sleep so easily, not when his mind was still so fraught with worry. Plaguing memories of what he has already lost, and what he came so close to losing tonight were picking at his mind. Pulling his child even closer, pressing a deep kiss to her forehead, he shut his eyes. They still had a long way to go before everything was back to normal. It was a long way out of the woods yet.
Chapter eight coming soon...Frailly
