Aug. 20th, 12:30 a.m.
Eric sat on a tree branch in the middle of a tree looking down on his cabin, smoke from the fire billowing out, blanketing the area with a dense fog. He had gone into the village to a bar, picked up a human, fed from her, used her then had come back. Music blared from inside, and it being windowless he didn't know what was happening inside. He'd been sitting up there for hours trying to judge the right moment to go inside, but something held him back, though he didn't know what it was, and he wasn't sure if he even cared.
A few minutes later a snow flake landed on his nose, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. More and more flakes fell. That was good enough a conversation starter for him to go inside. Yes, he cared.
He was about to jump off when the front door opened, music echoed through the woods and Kris ran outside with Pam in tow. Sitting back down, his mouth dropped when he saw Kris was naked, her light, brown hair pinned up to the back of her head. She was beautiful and so … perfect. Her breasts were fairly small, the cold making her nipples large and erect. He didn't mind small breasts, though, as long as they were big enough to grasp onto. Her arms and thighs were muscled yet feminine, her stomach taut, her ass full and curved exquisitely in an upside down heart. Pam was dressed, of course, since it wasn't her style to romp around snow naked. He couldn't ignore the similarities between the two females, though Kris was a younger version of Pam. And he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
He knew he was in deep shit being around her.
Minutes earlier in the cabin
"Pam! I can't believe how fast I am! This is …" Kris stopped zooming around the small room. "I'm tired of running in circles. Can I go outside? I can make a humungous snowman now!"
"Oh, hell," Pam muttered. "You're worse than a two-year old. Ah, why not. You did much better feeding from Lucas just now." Kris ran to the door and grabbed the coat. "Dear, you won't need that."
Kris looked at her confused. "Why not?"
"Haven't you noticed the bitter cold here in the cabin, the heat from the fire? Temperature doesn't affect us."
"Oh. Oh … OH! So, I can like, go outside naked?!"
"Yes, but I wouldn't—"
Kris stripped off her clothes and ran outside before Pam could even finish her sentence. Shaking her head, Pam made sure Lucas was still asleep and followed her outside. Immediately she smelled the air for any sign of danger, from lynx, bears, or Eric Northman. She did catch his scent and knew he was near. "Il est à portée auditive. Regardez ce que vous dites." Pam warned her Eric was within hearing range and to be careful what she says. French was the only way they could communicate and Eric wouldn't be able to understand them.
"I don't care! It's snowing!" Kris danced all over, anywhere and everywhere her feet landed. The snow began to fall heavier down on her. "I … I can see the flakes! They are different, every single one of them!" She squealed and clapped her hands at the onslaught of snowflakes.
Pam leaned against the cabin and watched Kris. As a human, she wished she could have been as carefree as her niece. Pam's upbringing was much different than Kris's, and a tiny bit of her was jealous. In a way, Pam's future had been stripped as Kris's had before she met Eric. She was forced into prostitution at a young age to bring in food for her family of eight, and by the time Eric changed her she was already a madam of a brothel, two, actually. She never regretted being changed. She only regretted the relationship she currently had with Eric. Tonight she would get the answers, and the following night they would be gone.
Pam's thoughts were derailed when something round and solid smacked her on the neck. Wiping it away, it was the remnants of a snowball. "Kris, behave yourself," she said as she looked around but couldn't find her. Another snowball hit her on her stomach. "I'm not playing games with you, girl!" she warned, though her tone was light.
"Oh, auntie!" Kris fussed as she came out from behind a tree and approached the cabin. Her hair was then down and flowing gracefully around her from the blizzard's wind. "I can't have a snowball fight by myself. Wait, can I? I'm faster now, so maybe I can throw it and then catch it!"
Pam laughed then said, "Vous ne se rend-il compte qu'il est encore ici et vous regardent nue?"
"I don't care if he sees me naked!" she screamed. "Now I won't have to worry about my boobies sagging, and my periods and menopause! Thank you, Eric!" She cackled then walked away and started making three huge snow balls, big enough for a ten foot snowman that she made within minutes. It had only branches for arms and rocks for fangs. "Agh, it's pretty pathetic, isn't it?" Kris asked Pam.
"No. Il est assez bon, si vous me demandez," Eric replied as he landed at the far side of the cabin, safely away from an attack by Pam or Kris.
Kris knelt down on a knee, both hands in the snow and ready to attack, her fangs were exposed, and she hissed. What was more startling was the fact that the iris of her eyes appeared to have changed to a solid black.
"Shit," Pam muttered, not realizing the difference in her eyes. "You speak French, too?"
"Ja, und ich spreche deutsch, Şi eu vorbesc limba romana, ve türk, among a few dozen others."
"Well, shit," Pam muttered again. "What do you want?"
"I want to go inside."
"You will not," Pam replied firmly.
"It is my cabin," he said as he walked to the door, keeping eye contact with Pam. "I will go in if I wish."
Pam sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "Leave the boy for Kris." Eric snickered and closed the door behind him.
When Pam looked at Kris then she noticed her eyes. She was far from being shocked at what she saw. Kris still squatted, as if she were a cat about to pounce on prey. What popped into Pam's head was impossible. There was no way … or was there? Running over to her, she picked her up with ease and shook her. "Kris! What are you?!"
Pam's verbal assault frightened Kris. "I … I'm vampire."
Shaking her head in disbelief, Pam grabbed her gruffly by her shoulders and dragged her inside. "Dress then come sit with us," Pam ordered then sat across from Eric on the couch, though she spoke not a word to Eric.
Kris didn't know what the hell was going on, but she did as she was told, though she put a blanket down in front of the fire and sat on that. "What's going on, Pam? What did I do?" she asked, looking at her.
She was silent for a moment. "You did nothing, Kris." She turned to Eric and asked, "When you fed from her and drained her, did you taste anything … off about her blood?"
Eric frowned. "No, not while I was mending, but I don't remember much."
"Obviously," Kris retorted. She was met with the glare of two very pissed off vampires. She crossed her hands over her bent knees and kept quiet.
"And when you drained her?"
He thought a moment. "It was different, yes, but my hunger for blood at that moment was—"
"Out of control?" Kris snapped sarcastically.
"KrisLyn! I command you to shut the hell up!" Pam barked.
She tried to speak but she couldn't. It was as if her vocal chords were gone. She put her chin in the palm of her hand and waved her other, as if to say, 'Please, continue.' Then she saw her forearm glistening wet so she began to lick it clean, almost obsessively.
"Oh, shit," Pam gasped as she watched.
"Pam, what the hell is going on?" Eric demanded.
"I think she's half Shape Shifter." Kris's head shot up, and she looked at Pam confused. "Do you have the number of that Shifter in Bon Temps, at the bar and grille?"
A moment later, Pam was on the phone with Sam Merlotte. "Tell me all you know about you Shifters but keep it the short version." She listened for quite a while. "And you know of no Shifter vampires?" She hesitated. "Because there is one now." She hung up the phone without even a thank you.
"Well, damn. I don't believe this. Kris, do you know anything about Shifters on your mother's side?" Kris opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out. "You may answer the question."
"No." She tried to speak more but couldn't.
Eric had scooted on the edge of the couch cushion. "Are you saying she's a Shifter and a vampire?" he asked incredulously.
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
