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EPOV
"Eric, are you sure about this – I mean, this kid is only ten years old. It's not like he has been with you for hundreds of years. I don't want any loose canons hanging around. It will be like he is just a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off" Pam said, using a surprisingly calm tone.
I didn't think that she would end up taking this news so well, but it was really the only thing that I could do since I was tied to Freyda like a dog to a street lamp, and there was no way in hell that she would allow me to stay in Shreveport with Pam while we sorted out everything that was on top of my poor progeny.
No, the selfish bitch would have to have me beside her at all times – and if she had her way, I would be screwing her brains out as well.
"Pam, there's nothing really else that I can do since you know Freyda won't grant me permission to stay with you, but I will issue a Maker's Command to Mark" I said, indicating towards my youngest progeny as I spoke "so that you will in effect become a kind of an ersatz Maker to him, in effect. And it will also mean that you will be able to have complete and total control over him" I finished.
"I am perfectly capable of being able to look after myself! I don't need you to make Pam into my fake maker!" Mark defended.
"Mark, you are ten years old. Who knows what could happen within a split second. It took Pam and Karin over one hundred years to be able to gain complete control over their emotions" I said gently to him, not wanting to hurt his feelings any more than what I already inadvertedly had.
Or Pam's pride, for that matter.
"Okay then – I can see where you are coming from, but it still feels like you don't trust me at all" Mark said.
"Mark, of course I trust you – if I didn't there would be no real basis for any half decent Maker – Child bond, but as I have told you before, you are very very young, and who knows what could possibly happen" I explained to him.
"Fine then – do whatever it is that you want to do, for your own piece of mind. But, believe me whenever I say that nothing whatsoever will happen. I can control myself. I am perfectly capable of controlling myself, I don't need Pam to have to do it for me!" Mark said, now going into one of his famous strops.
Fucking brilliant.
"Enough, Mark! And as your Maker, I command that you are to respond to Pamela as if she were your Maker, and any disobediences of her wishes will be punished. Do I make myself clear, Mark?" I said, in a calm but still yet strong voice, just as at the same time as my phone began to vibrate in my left jean pocket.
And I had a funny feeling I knew exactly just who it was.
And it really just was exactly what I needed right now!
"What does the bitch want now, Eric?" Pam questioned, sensing the same as what I did – that it was Freyda who was on the other end of the phone line.
"I am fucked if I know" I replied, casting another quick – and longing, I must even admit, glance over towards the bar area where my lover was currently serving some beer to a waiting patron.
If she was mine, she'd never even have to look at another pint of beer, never mind serve pints and pints of it to people who were completely unworthy of her attention.
"But she isn't" my subconscious mind told me. "She isn't yours anymore, Northman. Appicus Ocella made fucking sure of that"
"You should answer it, Eric. You know that she won't stop calling every five minutes until you do – and then she will only have you put in silver chains for ignoring her whenever you return to Oaklahoma, like what happened when she discovered that you had turned me without her express permission" Mark said.
"She put you in silver chains?" Pam asked, sounding seriously shocked at that. Now, I just felt embarrassed.
Embarassed that Pam had to know the hell that Freyda frequently put me through. How I was slowly but surely changing from the strong powerful Viking vampire that I once was – that I was when Sookie was mine, even before I was hers into this walking shell of a vampire.
In short, I was no longer the vampire that I once was, and even I had to admit that – Freyda was beginning to wear me down. After only fifteen years.
"Yes" I nodded numbly, lowering my head slightly with pure shame. My progeny shouldn't have to find out like that. In fact, Pam shouldn't have had to find out at all.
"And that isn't even the worst of what she has done to you either, Master" Mark said.
"Enough, Mark!" I barked at him, not wanting anymore shameful happenings to be revealed from my time in Oklahoma, the most of which that Mark had been a witness to, since he all but lived at the Palace with me.
Freyda had had no choice about that – the Magister had stepped in and informed her that unless she permitted my youngest progeny she would be forcibly removed from her position as Queen, since it is regarded as being highly treasonous to the highest of vampire laws to separate a Maker and his progeny if both parties wish to be together, and most especially if the progeny in question is less than 250 years of age.
I guess that she just didn't fancy the paperwork.
"No, Master. With all due respect, you can't live like this anymore"
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