Eric POV
I knew immediately after I did it, that it had been a terrible move on my part. What was that saying? Old habits die hard? Yes, that sounded appropriate to this situation. What I could not understand was her reaction to my gentle probing of the bond. Had she been reaching out for me as I searched for her? No, that did not seem likely. Her panic was so tangible across it that I did not even think when I sent calming emotions to her. Had I thought, had I used my common sense I would have immediately closed off the bond and hoped that the snow could be removed quickly and efficiently. Now I just had to hope she did not realize what happened. Or, if she did understand(as I knew she would) that she would not come looking for me. But I knew Sookie and I did not suspect that she had changed much over the decade we had been apart. Soon enough, she would come looking for me. It was only a matter of time.
Pam burst into my office and interrupted my thoughts. Before I could fully register her presence, a wet snowball smacked me in the face. I glared at her.
"Master! You must come play! Don't give me those lovesick eyes. Stop mopping! I know how much you appreciate this weather and even more how much you adore snow. Come, play! Enjoy life for once!" Pam looked ridiculous in her full body pink snow suit. I had to crack a smile. Sunglasses covered her eyes and she had what she called hobo mittens on. They were bright white. She tossed a black pair at me.
"Let's go! Put your jacket on and move your ancient ass!"
I began laughing at her comment about my age, I let her get away with far too much. "Damn it, Pam. You have talked me into it. I will get you back for that snowball. And that age comment. I will show you ancient. This I promise you." She turned and whirled out of my office, shrieking. Shaking my head, I grabbed my jacket and slipped the mittens on. They were silly: finger holes and a mitten flaps that covered the fingers. Why not just have gloves? Or mittens? Why must one need both? I refused to use the mitten flaps.
I smiled as I ran after my child down the hallway to the back exit. It truly had been quite some time since I let myself enjoy anything. Pam had exited the building before I reached the door and the sight behind it was amazing. Pure white snow covered every inch of everything! I had not seen snow such as this since my human time. Feeling light and carefree, I jumped into a pile of the white fluffy stuff. Pam's laughter sounded in my ears as she landed near by a few seconds later. I grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her deeper into the snow. She let out several child like squeals as I began pushing snow in after her.
"Stop! Stop! Unfair!" she yelled at me through the snow.
"Not until you, what do the humans say, cry uncle? Yes, dear Pam, you must cry uncle!" I yelled back, knowing full well if she truly wanted out of the snow, she would already be.
"Oh, you're such a bastard. Uncle, fine, I said uncle! Now let me go!" Pam shook under my hands. In a flash, I had released her and was gone. "Oh, fuck you, you stupid Viking! I am in no mood for hide and seek in the snow!"
Laughter boomed from my chest as I began pummeling snow balls at Pam from high in a tree a few yards away. I had not felt this silly and light-hearted since Bon Temps. It was during the time I was under that curse and Sookie played Buffy the Vampire Slayer tapes for me. I remembered how we laughed and talked during those times. A snow ball to my face pulled me out of my memories.
Pam had spotted me and she was refusing to let me win this battle. Feeling an energy I had not felt in nearly a decade, I let out a battle cry and jumped from the tree. I landed stealthily behind Pam and grabbed her, holding her high over my head as I ran around the snowy parking lot, yelling all the way. She shrieked and kicked her legs, demanding I put her down. After a few minutes, mostly for pure torture, I came to a stop and settled her on her feet.
"I am hungry now. Let us enjoy some warm bloods inside," I offered her my arm and Pam stared at it.
"Really? Where the hell is Eric Northman and what the fuck did you do to him?" she demanded, a smile playing at her lips.
"I am not really sure," I replied. "But I kind of like this new persona better. Let us enjoy the day, enjoy our time together as it is always too short and then enjoy the snow again. I need to discuss something with you in the meantime." I swung my arm around her shoulders.
As we walked back into the hotel, I had a creeping suspicion that playing in the snow was going to be the high point of my day. If the blood bond was telling me what I expected it was, I was in for one hell of a night.
Well, bring it on.
A/N: I had NO idea that's was where this chapter was going. Though it's not typical Eric, I love the idea of him letting loose and just goofing around. And imagine Pam in a snow suit? That cracked me up. You know what, writing this whole chapter cracked me up. Maybe I'll have them go sledding later. Hmm, well I must be off to bed. Before I go, I have to thank you guys for reading and reviewing. I love seeing review alerts in my inbox and I love the ideas and questions everyone has. I will be working to answer those questions soon!
