Chapter Ten

Pam threw off Eric's wrist and turning to the floor she coughed up the entirety of silver in her system.

"Pamela?"

"Pam?"

Even Quinn was concerned, watching as Eric and Sookie called out to her, watching as the silver clawed its way out.

"That doesn't usually happen right?" Quinn asked, just for confirmation.

"No." Sookie just replied. Eric pulled Pam back to him but she shoved him off and rose to her feet. Her heels had broken she noted and walked out of them. Bare feet on the concrete she tested her balance.

"Where's Grace?" she finally asked again.

"I…I don't know. She left the car." Sookie supplied and watched Pam's eyes flash with life. That was possibly the fastest she had ever seen anyone recover from any injury that severe, even with vampire blood.

"Pamela, you're sti-"

"No. I'm fine." Pam argued and then her head suddenly flew right. "Grace" she breathed and was off running following the pull of the tie.

"Sookie stay with the kids." Eric instructed and followed his first turned out into the black night to find her lover.

You could see the ruins easily; black ash in the frame of a house was pretty hard to miss. Billowing clouds of smoke rose in what appeared to be towers from the earth. Pam felt every push from her feet to the ground as she got closer. Voices filled her mind. Screams, echoes of the past. They burrowed deeper urging her off the desecrated ground, to run and never look back. They clawed at her head, trying to break her will. She ignored them not stopping till she held Grace. Her knees cut open on the rocks as she skid to hold her lover. To feel her once again in her arms.

"I swear if you die on me I'm gunna be pissed." Pam hissed. "I've had the worst frickin' night and you are not going to make it worse." For the second time in almost all her vampire life red tears dripped from her eyes. The searing streaks dropping from her cheeks didn't bother her, not a millionth as much as the thought of loosing Grace.

"Pam." Grace croaked. Pam bent over her, holding her close to her heart. "You're turning into a soppy human" Pam cried a laugh and hugged her tighter. "Oww. Ribs." she hissed and Pam released her only the slightest, taking her lips instead. Her fingers wove with Graces mangled bones. Her tears dripped, connecting them both.

"I hate you." Pam cried, a small laugh attached at the end. "I swear if you ever scare me like that again I'm going to start sunbathing"

Grace coughed. Her eyelids heavy and drawing her to sleep. She needed to, all the damage was magical, and she would be fine, when her body got a chance to catch up.

"Pam" she whispered again. "I love you sweetie. But I need to sleep."

"If you die-"

"I won't. Just…take me home."

Pam smiled. Slowly, she cradled Grace in her arms and moved through the ashes toward Eric who had stopped outside the damage zone. Whether to give them privacy or to avoid the constant voices she did not know, but she was grateful to have him there. A black jeep pulled up next to them a second later. Sookie kicked open the door.

"Quinn and Claudine are taking the kids home." she whispered to Eric. He nodded and climbed in. Pam slid Grace in, then followed herself. As they drove on in silence Pam cradled Grace's head, brushing through the darkened chocolate curls with her fingers. The moment Grace healed, she would need the biggest thanks in the world.

2 Weeks Later.

Mike, Fox and Lukas all let out a low whistle from the pavement. Sookie shook her head exhaustedly. Pam elegantly ascended from the sweet red demon of a car. It was hard to tell what the boys admired more. The car, or the way Pam's dress hung so that any sudden breeze would show nipples. Knowing males, she'd have to say both.

"Do you like? It's my birthday present from Eric. It was outside in a huge bow as soon as I woke." she stroked the side of the car in awe. The boys all nodded, hypnotized by the bounce of her breasts. "You should see what Grace got me." she wiggled her eyebrows.

"Pam, I don't quite think that's appropriate right now." Sookie hinted, tilting her head to the boys.

"You're right. I'll tell you later. But, look" Pam lifted up her hair. Around her neck hung a silver chain with diamonds dropping from it, a larger one nestled between her breasts snugly.

"Wow. Suits you." Sookie replied, and it really did.

"Touch it." Pam instructed. Sookie narrowed her eyes and swatted each boys at they took it as an open invitation to feel her chest. "Jeez Sookie. Com'on, touch the chain." Sookie stepped forward and laid a finger to Pam's chain. A second later she jumped back her finger sizzling.

"Silver?"

"Enchanted silver." Pam corrected "It has been bound with my blood so it won't hurt me. I have ear-rings to match." So she did. "One of Graces gifts I actually can tell the boys about." Pam winked at the three teens.

"Mom, what did you get Pam for her birthday?" Lukas asked, prying his eyes regretfully from Pam's lusciously desirable chest.

"Oh, it's better if you don't know." Sookie answered maybe a little too quickly. The boys all turned to stare at Sookie.

"Mom… you're not… like…"

"Oh Jesus. Get in the car. Go. Now" Sookie hissed.

"I didn't hear an answer in that." Lukas teased as he rounded Pam to get in.

"Relax boys, all you need to know is that I've bought Mrs. Northman for a night, and I can do. Whatever. I. Like. With her."

Sookie scowled and slowly shook her head at Pam, and made to climb into the passenger side of the car. Eric came out from the house pausing her.

"I see you like my gift Pamela."

"Oh Master. I adore it. It's just the right colour too. Oh! Here, feel my necklace." Pam begged, bouncing in her heels.

"I see someone enchanted you some silver then." he said, wiping the smirk off her face. He kissed her cheek to pick her back up then made his way past to Sookie.

"No matter what Pam asks you to do-"

"I'm yours I remember" she answered for him.

"I was going to say that you can always do back to her on your birthday. But that applies too." He laughed and pulled her to his body making his claim.

"Stop getting your smell all over her." Pam hissed and pried them apart. "Go back and make merry with you manly activities. No testosterone allowed." Eric chuckled and put his hands in his pockets, watching as Pam accelerated hard and flew down the road. It wouldn't be long before she needed a new car he thought. Good thing too, because he didn't want to be doing what Sookie was doing for her next birthday.

2 hours before sunrise Sookie fell in through the front door and stumbled to crash on the couch, groaning as she did.

"Lover? Did you have a good time?" Eric enquired looking up from his laptop then shutting it completely and putting business aside for the rest of the night. Sookie was face planted to the couch and just made a noise of discontent, almost like a whining puppy. "That bad huh?" he enquired. Yep, that was why he was thankful he could always buy Pam new cars.

"She's evil." Sookie moaned. Eric chuckled and wandered over, lifting his lover to cradle in his arms.

"I warned you."

"No. You just said I'd be uncomfy. You didn't say I'd prefer to have bamboo splits shoved under my nails."

Eric laughed.

"What did she do to you lover?"

Sookie groaned at the thought. Everything had seemed so easy. The boys had met with Jessica and been dropped off at the cinema to go have well deserved fun. Eric had got work done. Grace had enough time to set up for Pam's own little birthday 'party' at home. And Sookie thought she had got away with not knowing what to buy for Pam. How wrong she had been.

"She asked me questions. Questions after question. If I didn't answer truthfully she made me take a shot of o negative Blood Supply." Blood Supply was the cheapest in shit vampires were encouraged to drink. Sookie didn't understand why they made it, or how they sold it. Maybe people used it to torture vampires and that was why it sold. Any vampire would rather chew there own foot off than drink that. Sookie would rather chew off anything she owned to stop from drinking that.

"What sort of questions?"

"Past boyfriends. Feelings. Experiences. Other gruesome details nobody should ever know. She has enough to blackmail me for the rest of my life. Or un-life. Whatever."

"Lover. I did warn you."

"No." she sat up. "You didn't say it was that bad. I drank 3 bottles of that shit in order to keep some secrets to myself." Eric smiled and ran his fingers down Sookie's arms sparking her senses. "Bite me." she asked. "Do I taste like that crap too?"

Eric chuckled but complied and took her left index finger into his mouth snapping down his fangs and drinking from her. He gave her a quick lick after the wound sealed and gave her back her finger.

"You taste like Sookie. No bad evil blood in there at all." Sookie smiled and shifted to straddle his lap. "How do I taste?" Eric asked, the twinkle in his eye. Sookie took the same finger he had taken and played it across her lips. She darted her tongue out to tease then drew him into her mouth. Her fangs nicked the tip and she drank deep, sucking and sliding his finger, much like she would something else he owned. Something else that was making itself known actively right now. She released his finger with a pop. Her lower half was swimming with lust.

"You taste like all my favourite things." Sookie purred. Eric growled, low and seductive, tackling her and dropping from the sofa to the floor as Sookie giggled. "Someone's impatient." she teased, her hands ripping his shirt, payback for all the clothes he ripped.

"Someone hasn't seen you all night. Someone didn't enjoy you thoroughly when he woke."

"And who's fault is that?" she spoke as she whipped off his belt and launched it across the room. It may have smashed a lamp, or a table. Probably a wall with the urgency she threw it with. Nobody cared. Nobody even noticed. "Not that I'm complaining. Just that somebody needs to control his hormones a little more." Eric rolled, pulling off Sookie's dress (without ripping) as she followed. She squealed, heat flooding her body as he pressed his fingers to her lacy panties, rubbing against her clit. He could feel her wetness for him. He gasped, feeling her fingers doing some exploring of their own, though they knew each other better than themselves by now so it could hardly be called exploring. Her finger wrapped around his length, her feet shuffling down his jeans. She understood now, she understood perfectly what Eric meant when he said clothes were just nuisances. Maybe when Lukas was in college they could turn the house into a nudist area…then again, would anything productive actually get done if she did?

She gasped as she felt her underwear ripped off and the cold air on her soaked pussy. Her fingers gripped tighter on his shoulder and she slid onto him. Her head tilted back, her hair tickling down her back but before she could enjoy the sensation of the light tickles compared to his hard length she found herself on her back again, Eric hovering over her. Pounding into her repeatedly, thrilling ever inch, consuming all the bad. She was addicted, every thrust hitting deep inside her, her muscles tightening against him and drawing that solid roar from his lips. She would lively solely for that. There she was again, at the edge, standing with him. Hand in hand they jumped, falling through the purest pleasure. Everything became intense, wild, all-consuming. She heard his screams melding with her own. Felt his orgasm rocket through him, flowing into her and against she shot. Colour mixed into heavenly white dancing across her eyes. Eventually she had to come back down and came back feeling Eric's blood pouring down her throat and his teeth in her own neck. She smiled, her lips kissing as she drew out her fangs. Never could she have enough of this man.