A/N: Some Pam to warm your palette.
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With a sigh that was useless, Pam's eyes scanned the bar for the hundredth time. It had been open for three hours, and Eric said he'd be back four ago. Fangbangers and goths and vampires were scattered about randomly, dancing to this sickening metal music that she hated. Once again, she was left high and dry by someone who claimed to love her. She honestly did want to make him happy, and if respecting his relationship with Sookie was what would do it, she would oblige. If it meant so much to him...
Her phone dinged. Words with Friends. She glared at Chow, who had a pleased look on his face. She opened the application and almost threw her phone across the room. "Are you fuckin' kidding me, Chow? 'Cat?' You have seven letters and all you can come up with is cat?"
"What? I thought it was better than the 'ice' I went with last time! What do you want me to do?"
"Pick a dictionary, retard." She pressed the forfeit option and decided to see if Ginger would be any better. She doubted it. That poor human could hardly remember her own name anymore.
She closed the app and opened her text messages. Most of them were to and from various vampires: Isabel, Bill, Chow. There was even one from Sookie. She smiled softly. She had sent Pam a picture of the most gorgeous shoes, and said they they reminded her of Pam. She thought about sending a text to Eric, but she could sense their bond and he was fine. It was buzzing with contentedness. Eric had good reason to be gone for as long as he was, she knew it.
She fleetingly met eyes with a fangbanger, snapped her fingers at him and led him into Eric's office. She might as well feed and have a little fun while she could. Daddy wasn't here to stop her.
She hadn't been eating for more than a few moments when the bar phone next to her started to ring. She rolled her eyes and picked it up, without even looking at the caller ID. "Fangtasia, this better be good." She cleaned the blood from the corners of her mouth.
"Pam! It's Eric!" It hardly sounded like Eric. Why the hell would Sookie be calling her, especially on the bar phone?
"Sookie?"
"Something's happened to him!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" she snapped. She couldn't feel anything wrong with him.
"I was drivin' home from work-"
"Cut to the chase, Thumbleina! I'm not gettin' any older!" Something was wrong with her maker and she wanted to tell her a God damn story?
"I think Eric has amnesia. I found him on the side of the road. He tried to bite me. He has no idea who he is, Pam. He doesn't remember anything. He hardly let me touch him or even put him in my car. He's terrified. I don't know what to do!"
The phone clattered to the ground. She felt her insides turning and twisting. If Bill sent Eric to those fucking witches, knowing it would be a trap, she would personally kill that fuck. She yelled for Chow to close up and was out the door.
Before Sookie could even process that Pam had hung up the phone, Pam had broken her front door down. In a flash, Sookie was being pressed against the old wood of her home, her shoulders stinging as they dug into the paneling. "What the FUCK did you do to my maker?" The vampire towered over Sookie, which only heightened her senses more. Her fangs were glistening in the fluorescent lighting. They were dripping with rage and the only cure was to pierce Sookie's delectable skin. Before she could respond, Pam was tossed across the room, shattering ANOTHER coffee table. Pam was now the one looking terrified as Eric shoved Sookie behind him.
He bared his fangs at her and with a low, calm voice he said, "Who the fuck are you?"
Everything around Pam began to crumble in that moment. Wet, red tears stung her eyes. "Fuck!"
"Sorry! Sorry, that was rude... I-I'm sorry!"
"ARGH!" Pam screamed in frustration as she got back up onto her feet. "What do you know about what happened to you? I swear to God if it was those fucking witches that Bill sent you to-"
"Bill?"
"Yes, Sookie! BILL! Queen Bill! Her royal highness FUCKWAD Bill! You have to hide him, Sookie!" She stepped toward her and gently grabbed her shoulders this time, her eyes pleading and begging. "Please! He's in danger! If anyone finds out about him-!"
"I'm POSITIVE you'll be able to protect him much better than I could!"
"Sookie, come on! THINK ABOUT IT. I'll be the first place they'll come looking for him!"
"Who, Bill? What woul-"
"THE WITCHES, SOOKIE! Fuck! I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry! Fuck!" She let go of the fairy and paced back and forth. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you! Fuck!"
"Witches? Oh, hell no! Now I have to deal with witches? Nope! Not my problem! And watch your mouth, sheesh."
Pam glared at her. "Actually, you're living in his house so it is your problem!"
"My house?"
Sookie's frantic gestures told Pam she didn't really want him to know that. She just smirked. "Pam, shut up! That's not important right now! If he needs protecting, I'll just go to Bill!"
In vampire speed, Pam was right in Sookie's face. "Go to Bill and I will shred you to pieces." She glanced at Eric who just shrugged. She'd forgotten in those mere seconds that he couldn't do anything. "Sookie... I think Bill sent Eric to those witches in Shreveport as a trap. He sent him there knowing he'd get hurt by them somehow! It wouldn't be the first time he tried to kill him!"
"Uhh, okay, that was because he tasted me, so-"
Eric's face brightened with a proud grin. "I did?"
"Yes, against my will so technically you fang-raped me, but that's beside the point right now! I don't know what you want me to do, Pam. They'll come looking for him here, too! You know they will, and since he owns my house I can't keep any vampires out!"
"Sookie, please. If Bill finds him, who's to stop him from going to the AVL and having them sign off on his assassination? I know he wants to." Blood pooled in the corners of her eyes as she approached Sookie, not as an enemy, but as a sister, as someone who cared for Eric the same way that she did. "Eric has to stay here with you and no one can know. I'm begging you." Eric looked so sheepish and small compared to the powerful man she once knew him to be.
"Okay."
"Out of anywhere that you wanted him to be, I was sure it'd be here. I thought for sure I wouldn't have to beg you." She sighed and looked at her maker. Did he even know who she was? Did he even remember the bond that they shared or the century they had spent together? It was making her sick to her stomach. She reached out and grabbed his hand lightly. This Eric smiled.
"I made you, didn't I? I'm...your maker. I made you." It was as if he was trying to convince himself of the truth behind the words.
"A 167 years ago in London. Do you remember?" Stupid question. "Do...do you want me to tell you?"
Again, a smile graced his features, so Pam led him to Sookie's couch. A tentative look of permission and a nod of approval from Sookie, and she was delving deep into the past she shared with her maker. "I... I'm from Bath, London. Somehow with Godric you ended up in that shithole, and you found me. Eric, the day you turned me was the best day of my life. I feel as though I was truly born the day I rose from the earth with you, all because of you. I felt like a prisoner in my life, especially as a woman and especially in London. Sometimes I would sneak out of the house in my brother's clothes. It was so much easier to get what you wanted when you were a man back in those days..."
Pam sighed, and one of the drops of blood trudged its way down her face. She couldn't bare the thought of a world without him in it. Sure, he was there, his body was there, but he wasn't, and she had to find a way to fix it.
