A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews/follows/favourites, I'm so glad people are enjoying reading this :) Sidnika, I tried to get a little more fluff into these chapters for you :)

Eric was awake before the sun set the next evening, not that he'd really slept much during the day. His protective instincts had been in overdrive, making it incredibly difficult for him to leave Pam defenceless.

He watched her sleep, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. At least she'd slept peacefully and had recovered from the burns she'd received. Unconsciously he tightened his hold on her and curled into a tighter defensive ball around her, promising himself that Mr. Gus and the others would pay for what they'd done to her.

It was just unfortunate that Sarah was their only lead and they needed him to find her.

Eric suppressed a start as Pam stirred in his arms. "Good evening," he greeted her, planting a kiss on her forehead as she slowly opened her eyes.

Pam grimaced as she turned in his arms so that she was facing him, "What's good about it?" she grumbled.

"You spent the day in my arms?" Eric suggested with a cheesy smile.

Pam rolled her eyes, valiantly attempting to hide a smile, "That was lame even for you."

Eric smirked, "I try." He regarded her closely, "How are you feeling?"

Pam pulled a face and snuggled closer, "Fine," she replied, her voice a little muffled as she buried her face in his neck.

"Liar."

Pam shrugged a shoulder, "I learnt from the best."

Eric raised an eyebrow and was about to comment when he heard footsteps approaching. As carefully as he could, Eric scooped Pam up and moved at vampire speed to the chairs.

He was seated back at the table with Pam nestled safely on his lap when Mr. Gus and the Yakuza entered the room.

"Evening," Eric greeted them as they came into the room.

Mr. Gus looked surprised to find the vampires awake, confirming Eric's suspicion that he'd hoped to catch them unawares. He felt a grudging respect as he realised Mr. Gus still didn't trust them.

"Is she ok?" Mr. Gus asked, eyeing Pam after he returned Eric's greeting.

"She's fine," Eric replied firmly.

Mr. Gus still looked doubtful, "If she needs the rest, she can stay here."

Eric narrowed his eyes, clutching Pam closer, "She's fine," he repeated in a steely tone.

Mr. Gus spread his hands in defeat, "As you wish. Now, where is Sarah's sister?"

Eric grinned, "I thought you'd never ask," he replied as he got to his feet, taking a moment to steady Pam on hers before gesturing for Mr. Gus to lead the way.

This time Eric got his way and the two vampires were able to travel together to Amber's house.

"I'm not sure I can do this," Pam confessed in a low tone as she rested her head on Eric's shoulder.

Eric looked down at her, "You'll be fine," he reassured her, keeping his own tone low and slipping his arm around her shoulders, "I'll be there with you."

"Just don't let me fall," Pam murmured.

Eric kissed the top of her head, "Never," he promised as the car pulled up outside of Amber's house.

Reluctantly, Eric released Pam to climb out of the car before turning to help her out. He slipped an arm around her waist, as much for support as to keep her close, and led the way up to Amber's door.

Both vampires stared in shock as the door opened to reveal a completely cured Amber.

"What the f*ck?" Pam breathed.

Eric used his free hand to pin Amber to the door frame by her throat, "How come you're healed?" he demanded.

Amber glared up at him defiantly, "Go to hell."

"Oh, I'll do that sweetheart, but I'm taking you with me," Eric told her as he tightened his hold on her neck.

He relaxed his hold on her slightly as Mr. Gus stepped forward, "Perhaps she just needs some persuading," he commented.

Eric gave Amber a malicious smile, "Perhaps she does," he agreed.

In spite of himself, Eric was impressed by how quickly the Yakuza managed to set up an interrogation area in Amber's living room. He watched in grim satisfaction as the younger vampire was strapped to the upside down bed with silver chains.

Once she was secured, Eric stepped forward, "Did your sister come to see you, Amber?" he asked in a cossetting tone.

Amber steadfastly ignored him and remained stubbornly staring up at the ceiling.

Eric narrowed his eyes, "Did she?" he pressed.

Still no response.

Eric felt his anger building, fuelled by his fear that – even if she did say something – they wouldn't get to Sarah in time for it to help Pam.

He leaned in close to her face, "Amber, answer the f*cking question!" he hissed.

Amber still gave no response and Eric got to his feet in disgust, "She's not going to tell us anything," he muttered.

"Perhaps you're not asking the right questions," Mr. Gus suggested, "May I?"

Eric gave a dismissive gesture as he came to stand by Pam who was leaning against the wall for support.

Both of the vampires watched as Mr. Gus came to stand beside Amber, "Hello Amber," he greeted her in a kind tone, "my name is Mr. Gus. Now Mr. Northman and Ms. de Beaufort tell me that your sister is paying you to remain in hiding, is that true?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Amber glanced at him, but otherwise made no response.

"Would you say that money is a prime motivator for you?" he pressed, "Because Amber, we want to put it right and assuming your sister is in possession of an antidote for this virus it could mean a lot of money for all of us. Did Sarah come to see you?"

Amber glared up at him, "Her name is not Sarah, it's Noomi," she insisted, "and she is a good person."

Eric snorted, "Yeah, a good person who created a virus that is killing off every single vampire on the planet."

"Except now she's the cure," Amber retorted.

Pam gave a start and stepped towards the bed, "Did you just say Sarah is the cure?" she demanded.

Amber clamped her mouth shut, looking horrified at what she'd revealed.

Pam narrowed her eyes and moved to retrieve a photo from the mantelpiece. "My turn," she said flatly, waving off Eric's assistance and making her way over to Amber.

"Your sister may have healed you," Pam began in a conversational tone, sitting on the edge of the bed, "but she's killing me."

Behind her, Eric stiffened at her words but Amber stayed resolutely silent, staring up at the ceiling once more.

Pam removed the photo from the frame and gestured for Mr. Gus' cigarette lighter, "And she killed Jeremy," she reminded Amber as Mr. Gus handed the lighter to her. "You loved Jeremy," she continued, holding up the photo, "and Jeremy loved you, you were happy together then your sister Sarah – Noomi, whatever you want to call her," she said dismissively as she lit the lighter. "Set fire to that happiness. She killed him," Pam added in an almost savage tone as she held the lighter up to the photo.

"Stop it," Amber begged.

Pam ignored her and held the flame closer to the photo, "Time's a-wasting Amber," she warned her, "tell us where she is."

"I can't," Amber said finally, "she saved me."

"Well, stop trying to save her," Pam snapped as she set the photo alight.

Amber glared up at her, "F*ck you, she's my sister."

Pam growled as she suddenly no longer saw Amber chained to the bed but Sarah herself.

"I won't tell you anything," Amber-in-Sarah's guise insisted.

Pam didn't even think as she leapt to her feet with a feral snarl as Sarah suddenly morphed into Sookie. Dimly she heard Eric call out her name, but she was too enraged to hear him and, snapping off one of the bed legs, staked Amber.