Chapter Eight
"You've got to be fucking kidding me" Pam cursed as she came back around. Silver handcuffs were burning at her wrists and she was chained, by silver, to a wall. A small light swung freely from the ceiling. No windows. Basement, she supposed.
"I'm glad you're alive." Pam turned toward the voice. Lukas.
"What the fuck is going on? Last thing I know some prissy ass piece of shit shoots me with a fucking dart."
"That would be a tranquilizer." Lukas explained. "They had a box on the way in full off them. Apparently, they work on vampires."
"Fucking shit heads." Pam swore again. "You alright?" she asked, her tone suddenly dropped to concern rather than blinding rage. She hissed as she moved in the silver handcuffs and the chain behind her hit bare skin. Why of all outfits to be captured (and possibly tortured) in, would she wear the backless tops? So much for a brilliant day.
"Mostly just bruised. Mike's been unconscious for a while but he's still alive."
"Great. Just fucking great." Pam snarled. "Kid, tell me you have something on you that's good at pick locking."
"Not one of my hobbies." he admitted. "Mike's always breaking out of his house though. He might."
"Search him." she ordered.
"I'm not frisking my friend for a picklock." That was a pretty strict violation of friend code.
"Then you'll die at the hands of a fucking sunshiny piece of ass that wants to cut you open and see how you tick. I don't know about you. But I don't wanna go out that way. My birthday's coming up and Grace's got me a fucking huge surprise under the bed she won't let me see. If I die not knowing what it is, you'll be the one and only I follow around haunting for the rest of forever. You got me?"
Lukas rolled his eyes, everything was drama with Pam. He leaned over, despite the ache in his wrist. Probably broken this time as well, he'd definitely heard something snap when he'd fought the other man. Reluctantly he patted down Mike's pockets.
"You do realise you don't actually have birthday's anymore right?" he asked Pam. "You don't age."
"Sweetie. I didn't age when I was human. I was frickin' beautiful forever. But if I want gifts every year without cause, then why not call it a birthday and have done with it."
A groan came from Mike and Lukas stopped digging in pockets and watched as his friend came back to.
"Welcome to hell mate. Don't suppose you got anything pick-locky on you?" May as well jump straight to the point.
"Back pocket. Got a few grips, but that's it. I found my key today." Mike rolled and Lukas slipped the grips from the hold. He shuffled across the floor to Pam who turned her back to him, offering her bound hands.
"Geez Pam, you're skin's melted."
"Well duh! Vampire. Silver. It's not the next things in facial massages exactly."
"It keeps slipping; it won't twist in the lock." Lukas complaining, dropping the grip again.
"Either get me out, or make yourselves at home in your new death bed. I hear the spiders and roaches will keep you company enough when I'm staked and gone. Because I guarantee I'll be the first to go."
"Lukas. Let me" Mike shuffled over and pulled his bound hand to the front under his legs. Mike obviously had more expertise and had the handcuffs off Pam in a few seconds. The chains were a bit more difficult and Pam's swearing wasn't helping any. They actually left grooves in her skin down to the bone. There's a sight you wish you didn't have to see.
Finally free Pam cracked her neck and turned to the boys.
"This would a lot faster if I had some strength." Neither boy did anything. "You know, they used to promote blood drives in schools. Now it's all 'don't feed the vampires', like we're some dangerous species that will bite off your hand in the frickin' zoo. How would you like it if we stopped you from eating and watched you waste away?"
"Pam you're not eating us." Lukas answered. Pam rolled her eyes.
"Figured as much. I save your scrawny asses and I get no thanks for it." She knelt and shot down her fangs. Biting at the binding around Lukas first, then Mike. That way, if they got interrupted Lukas could hold them off for a second or two in order for Pam to free Mike, and then join the killing herself, allowing the boys to run. It made sense either way. Plus Mike would probably think he would turn into food if she went for him first.
"Okay, who's going to tell me what we're dealing with?" Pam enquired as the boys rubbed their wrists and checked injuries.
"A small army outside the door. Then another outside that. If you wanna go further and take a guess what's outside that, if you said 'small army'. You wouldn't be wrong."
"Great, just fucking great." Pam sneered and started wandering the room, looking for another exit.
"Pam. Someone's coming. There bringing someone else. A large man. He's bound." Lukas told them hushed. Pam was silent for a few seconds. Then was next to the boys.
"Mike, you're unconscious. Lukas you're groggy. You're both bound also. Don't move. There's a good chance they won't be stopping for any of us, and they don't have any cameras in here telling them to act any differently." Pam slotted herself back against the walls, her skin millimetres from the silver chains. Mike closed his eyes and fell back into position. Lukas stared at the door, waiting. Watching in people's head as they got closer. The door flew open and a large, awake man, was thrown inside. Then as soon as it was opened, it slammed closed and was locked again. Pam nodded and the boys both came back, standing up. Pam put a hand out to keep them back, and then she noticed the new addition to the prison camp.
"Well, well. If it isn't the tiger. You seem to be in an awful pickle." she tapped her foot and then used it to roll Quinn over face up.
"Speak for yourself." he sneered.
"Do you want out of your bindings tiger or not?" It seemed Pam had very little patience.
"Get me out." he resigned and Pam snapped her fangs down again gnawing and pealing through the restraints.
"Clearly they don't know you're a tiger, which I suppose is a good thing." Pam observed. If they would have known they would have used proper industrial ties to bind him, not just rope and a hell of a lot of duck tape. Though it seemed to do the job. She would have to remember that.
"Is Jessica here? She didn't report in." he instantly asked, pumping his hand to restore blood flow to it.
"Jessica didn't report back because we pointed out you were exploiting her. As far as I know she's fine. Though it does explain why you got caught. Looking out for your employee I guess. It drops your guard."
"Clearly you wouldn't know about that. Every man for himself, that's your motto, right?" Quinn sneered.
"Oh look, he's getting snarky after being saved by a girl. Keep your panties on man. Or actually, start stripping and earn your stripes. I'm guessing we don't have many hours till sunrise and I'm no good at fighting as a pile of ash."
"But you look better." Quinn added and threw off his shirt.
"Woah, wait." Lukas stepped forward. "What's this got to do with Jessica? And is he seriously going to become a tiger?"
"Little man, we gotta hurry. Questions later. Now we-"
"Pam." Quinn cut her off and tossed his watch at her.
"Fuck!" she cursed. "We won't make it back before sunrise, we're probably not even anywhere close to Shreveport, or Louisiana."
"There are some abandoned warehouses a few miles back. We're going to have to stay there during day." Quinn replied. "And if it helps, we're probably in Arkansas."
"Pam they're coming closer again. They're coming for us this time." Lukas informed.
"What is that kid?" Quinn asked.
"Your protection detail, along with buddy Mike here." Pam snarled. "Which way to the warehouses?"
"South I think, that's the way they would have driven. Just follow the roads south, you'll find them."
"Fine, whatever. Tiger up and take as many as possible. I'll wait a few minutes then escort out the boys. If you lead them North-"
"Yeah I understand." Quinn nodded. Pam pushed the boys against the wall behind her and Quinn dropped to the floor.
"Pam, they're just outside." Lukas whispered.
"I know. I smell the bastards. Ripe with pride and that off putting sense of righteousness. I feel sick thinking about it." she whispered back. The door flew open and there, as promised, was a small army… that wasn't quite as small as hoped. Quinn let out a roar and dove for the door, his sheer weight and size had a few dead in seconds, his paws landing on their rips and piercing lungs or hearts instantly. He swiped claws at others, raking out throats or bowels and made his way out. He was stealthy though, dodging bullets and putting the fear of god into the blind followers. The smell of victory came with blood, and bodily juices spilling from what now could only be described as carcasses. Pam followed the screams with her ears then nodded to the boys. But when she stepped forward to the door, and she appeared in line of sight, a gun went off, no care who the victim was. Probably presuming the vampire would go first anyway. They were right. Pam took the first in shock and stumbled back, but as the second fired she had pushed the kids aside and had the man by the throat. The bullet still hit her shoulder, but she snapped the man's neck easily.
Pam leaned out around the door, checking for any more. It seemed clear.
"Go. Stay together. Follow the bodies. But don't tell your mothers for god's sake."
If she survived she didn't want Sookie up in a bitch fit about them seeing dead people. If she survived that was. Thankfully they hadn't shot her with silver bullets so she wasn't poisoned, but the first shot had split on a bone and was pouring more and more blood by the second. She needed out of here. Now.
"They won't see their mothers again. You know that." Pam turned and shielded the boys from the newest victim. He held no gun. Pam hesitated before attacking, something she would never have done till two innocent brats appeared whom she was supposed to guard and care for. Again, Hamsters were looking pretty fucking great right now!
"You must be Pamela."
He was average size, average height, averagely featured. Thought if you were being picky, you could say his nose was a little right leaning and pointy. His eyes could be a little deeper set than most and ones that when used correctly would weald a great ability of conveying trust. It explains how he got the position of lead ass wipe in the army of god. Why couldn't they just worship an evil satanic cult's god? At least then only goats have issues, hell they may even support vampiric acts. Pam flashed him another look. Average brown hair sat straight and neat atop his head. Every strand would probably have strict ruling about the degrees it was allowed to travel left and right, and lord knows it would obey. Hell, the guys probably spend a good few hours before the mirror every morning keeping every stray strand in line with military ordering. Yep, it was pure hatred at first sight for Pam.
"How sweet. I'm afraid I didn't catch your name. Maybe your mother wrote it on your insides so you wouldn't get lost. I'll check see."
"Ah yes. So sarcastic and sardonic. They are adorable traits. I've heard great things about you Pamela."
"Then you'll know not to cross me." she spat. She didn't have time for banter.
"Yes I do believe you have no objection to killing me. But these nice men. They do." From a door behind the man armed guards came out.
"You're the new Steve Newlin wannabe aren't ya?" Pam laughed.
"His son actually." he spoke proudly.
"Who knew? It seems you can be fertile even if you have no balls. I feel I should have sent a gift basket knowing such a miracle had occurred."
"Joke all you want. This night will end the same. The sun will rise and you will die, in which I take the children. Or I even did prepare for the possibility of a solar eclipse. These men have wooden bullets with liquid silver inside them. So if by some chance you don't die by the sun, you will be dead before I eat my breakfast. And that puts a spring in my step. Knowing I have done the lord's work before even daylight shines down on me."
"Wow." Pam drawled. Behind her back she pointed with her finger towards the only exit then slowly she counted down on her fingers from three. "I hope your god is feeling just as happy and chipper when he sees you. Lord knows I won't be merciful."
As the last finger fell Pam launched herself at the first armed guard and had his throat out. The Newlin's son was pointless to kill first, he had no weapon. Then a gun blast went off and a male's cry ran out. Pam stopped, using one of the guards as a meat shield. Mike had a bullet in his thigh and had dropped to the floor by the exit. Lukas was floored with him.
"Now, we both know that I only need the one boy. I'm merely keeping the other one alive out of generosity. I do not need him."
"What do you plan to do with the kid anyway?" Pam finally asked, her arms tight around her meat shield's neck…just in case.
"I'm glad you asked. I've been dying to tell someone. In short I plan to kill him. Clearly he's impervious to the sun, and he's been seen wearing silver so I don't see any allergies there. But we're curious about how to kill these things. Because when you find one, you can be sure more will just start cropping up." Pam held back a scoff. If they only knew the truth about how rare he actually was. "Know thy enemy. And we're rather interested to see if he explodes when staked, or just dies. What do you think Pamela?"
"You're a sick twisted man who needs a hobby. Personally I recommend Trains, that's what the usual nutcases go for."
"Ah-ah-ah Pamela. You don't want anyone getting trigger happy on the hybrid's best friend now do we?"
"No. That would be bad." Pamela sneered.
"Glad we understand. No would you let go of my guard please. I feel a blue face does not suit him as well as his beautifully pink one." Pam loosened her grip enough to let the man breathe.
"Go stand besides your men." he instructed Pam. She didn't move. "Fine, the boy will loose another functioning limb then." Pam stepped back, then to the side covering Mike with her body. "Great."
Glass shattered and Quinn leaped back into the fray, taking down the remaining guards. Pam covered both boys from the broken glass, taking the majority into her back. Lukas got a piece lodged in his arm which was unfortunately unavoidable. But he would live. Mike on the other hand was smelling more and more like death. Finally Quinn was poised over the Newlin's kid.
Pam turned and pulled the larger of shards from her back.
"Kill him, as brutally as you like." she spoke, her voice cracked and was wavering. She couldn't tell if she was bleeding from cuts, or if they had started because of the impending sunlight. "Lukas help Mike up and start moving to the warehouse."
A scream was cut short by a gurgle and when Pam turned back she saw indeed the man would be no longer a problem. Quinn however, who was turning back into human form, had 2 bullet wounds and a million other gashes, probably from the window or another fight. Pam nodded to him and started to lift herself up, using the wall as a prop to help her along. She bit down on her lip to hold back a scream, she'd been shot twice more in the back and these were most definitely pouring silver directly into her blood stream. Soon she wouldn't even be able to move. Strangely she thought it made sense, one great day before you meet the final death.
"Pam, there's a jeep outside. It'll get us there faster." Quinn answered and put his arm around her jogging them to the car.
"It's not going to be fast enough." she muttered, barely audible. Lukas threw open the back door as helped Mike in, then Pam as well. A still naked Quinn leapt into the driver's seat and started off without warning, the door still open at the back. Lukas slammed it closed, but as he turned back he saw just how bad it was.
Pam pulled glass from her forearm then pressed it to Mike's mouth.
"If you want to see anyone else again, drink." she ordered. He hesitated, but not for long. The survival instinct was strong in the dying. "Lukas. Get the bullet out of his thigh."
"Pam. If you give him blood you'll-"
"Lukas. Bullet Now!" she ordered. It was probably true, if she gave her blood she might die, but without it, the boy would defiantly die. Pam wasn't one for gambling, and she knew it might be her last act. But she'd be damned if she wasn't going out in style. Besides, two dying today was a lot worse than just one.
"Pam, you have to stay alive. Grace bought you a present remember. Don't you want to know what it is?" Pam coughed a laughed.
"I already peeked. I couldn't wait." she replied.
"Grace will kill you when she finds out." Lukas replied.
"If she finds out." Pam argued, her nose bleeding now. That part she knew was from the sun, she could feel it rising. Her blood was rolling around inside her body. Well, what little blood that was left was. It didn't want to be burned, it was looking for an escape.
"Trust me Pam. You will live. You're strong enough. And besides my mother's probably going to kill me first." he replied then with a tug he tore the glass from his arm and pressed it to Pam's mouth. Her teeth cut deeper, but nothing more, she seemed to have already gone, her eyes closed, her body shut down. But he wouldn't give in. She needed blood. Pam was the crazy Aunt that let you get away with anything. She was the one who made you a fake license. Took you to strip clubs. Bought you your first drinks. Encouraged you to go for it with the girl. Told you all the non birds and bee's parts of sex ed. She was the one who gave you the sly grin when your mother had gone mentally crazy. She may as well be his third mother. Claudine was the essence of calm, always keeping a cool head and solving problems. Sookie the essence of neurotic, stressing you and keeping you on the straight and narrow but Pam was the fun. The big kid that never grows up. The one that said 'fuck it' to the straight and narrow and made the line dance and ripple as you stumbled drunkenly down it.
