Previous…'Fuck that!' He rasped, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a lighter, 'Burn you fucking fangers!' And with a flick of his hand the entire shack exploded as the gas ignited, creating an instant inferno!

Chapter fourteen- Goodbyes

'What do you think?' Eric said, arms wide standing in the middle of a desolate room, the smile on his face could almost be described as giddy.

Pam raised her eyebrow, arms tightly folded hip cocked to one side. 'I think you're crazy.' She simply said her voice monotonous. Eric instantly grabbed her shoulders from behind, squeezing them encouragingly. 'Oh come on Pam! Think of the possibilities!' He said, guiding her in a small circle, 'The bar will go there.'

'Over there will be where we sit, on a throne!' He continued, still guiding Pam around. She had started to become more interested, he could feel it through their bond.

'We'll have a little bit for merchandise, platforms for dancers, a few tables, posters…' He knew his little enticing speech was working, he could practically hear Pam's mind clicking into action, he knew she had already began designing the décor mentally.

'But still, is it such a good idea, making trade with humans.' She asked, turning her head to look at him, her voice skeptical.

'Well why not, the reveals happened now, we can't deny our existence any longer, might as well make money from it!' He said, and frowned when her lip downturned in a pout.

'You know it's a good idea Pam! I'll even let you name it!' He said, looking down at her hopefully.

Suddenly her pout disappeared replaced by a playful smirk. 'Really? I can name it?' She asked with a glint in her eyes.

'Yeah…' He replied, knowing his child's sarcastic humor all too well.

'How about then…' She looked around the room as her smile increased. 'Fangtasia?' She finished, eyes wide and eager at Eric.

He simply laughed, slapping her on the back, pulling her in for a one arm hug. 'Fangtasia, I like it.'

Eric's eyes flickered open, returning from his memories, and for a second it appeared as though he was floating, a world of grey and black, thick and foggy. His head was even more foggy then his surroundings. What had happened? He thought stumbling to his feet. Fangtasia was it? His eyes began to slowly adapt, and as his vision cleared, so did his memory! The gas, Hank, the explosion! He remembered and was finally, and instantly alert once again.

The house was burning all around them, massive parts of the wooden structure was crashing down, ablaze with fire and heat, smoke bellowing out and making it almost impossible to see even for a vampire.

The blast had thrown Eric across the room; Pam likewise had literally been blown off her feet. Hank was dead. 'Pam!' Eric called through the thick smoke, as the fire roaring upstairs made itself known to them, angrily eating all in its path.

His eyes landed on a small form in the corner of the room; Pam. A huge piece of the ceiling had fallen on her. Eric stumbled over to the bundle, his clothes ripped and torn, and his face ashen with black smoke.

He pulled the wooden debris of her and brushed her blond hair now grey and dirty from her face. 'The stairs are gone.' She stuttered stupidly, her voice was oddly calm. Eric rolled his eyes at her, helping her to her feet. Her clothes were equally torn and tattered, her stomach and shoulders were on display, making her alabaster skin all the more vulnerable.

Eric took his jacket off and covered Pam with it, leaving him in his black vest. 'What about you?' She asked, looking at his bare arms. He raised his eyebrow in response and Pam simply clutched the big jacket closer to her body.

'Come on.' He said, lifting Pam up by the waist and over his head until she could reach the floor ledge where there stairs would have been. She pulled herself up and turned to grab Eric's hand and help hoist him up.

Upstairs looked like a bomb had gone off. Pam was beyond frightened. 'The exit's blocked- the flames!' She said through the roaring sounds of the fire. 'We'll go through the front then.' He said, taking her hand and pulling her through the fire, minding each and every step he took.

Suddenly a beam came crashing down from the top floor, Eric hearing it's decent, acted instinctively, and pushed Pam in front of him out of the oncoming danger. 'Eric!' Pam screamed as the beam crashed through the ceiling and atop of Eric before he too had a chance to move, crushing him to the ground in a mix of smoking wood and ash. It was pinning him to the ground, trapping his legs and torso.

'Eric! Get up!' She said, running to him and desperately tugging at his hands. He didn't shift, but screamed in protest instead. 'Pam!' He roared and when she continued to tug he roared again louder.

'Pam! Stop.' He said, and she did, her eyes wide with disbelief. 'I'm stuck.' He said, 'my legs are trapped…I can't…I can't shift it.' He strained as he tried with all his strength to do just that.

'But you have to; we have to get out of here.' She said, straining with him as she tried to lift the heavy beam and half the upstairs content off of Eric. They were both weakened from the last few nights, not having fed or slept in proper grounds, chained in silver and poisoned.

Eric looked at Pam as she continued to struggle, her face scrunched up in desperation. He felt his heart break, and something near grief started to flood from that break, as he realized what he would have to do.

'Pam.' He said quietly, and she looked down at him, shocked at the sound of his voice. It sounded like he was giving up.

'Pam, you have to go. You have to go now and leave me here.' He said softly, looking in her eyes. She instantly started shaking her head, tears beginning to fill her eyes. 'No, no I won't, not without you. Come on.' She said, taking his hand tightly.

'Pam, I'm stuck. You can't pull me free.' He said just to drum it home to her and Pam literally burst into heartbreaking tears. 'I'm sorry.' She sobbed and Eric felt his heart shatter all over again.

'Hey, hey it's not your fault.' He soothed like a father would. 'You tried, but it's too heavy. There's nothing you can do about that now, and that's why you've got to go. One of us is going to live after this. That's going to be you.' He said seriously as Pam continued to choke on tears.

'No Eric. You're talking crap. Come on.' She suddenly said her voice high and ragged. 'Let's go home. We can have a bath and something to eat and forget this whole thing. Come on.' She said with a voice so innocent and pleading, like a little girl. She even held out her hand like one, looking into his eyes expectedly. 'We got to go home now.' She sobbed when he didn't answer, and he could hear her heart breaking with every word she said.

'I wish I could.' He said, and felt two tears fall from his eyes as he did so. 'I wish I could pull you in my arms and take you away from all this. Take you home and brush your hair and watch that stupid movie you love. But I think fate has other plans.' He croaked and chuckled when Pam rolled her eyes and snorted at the same time.

Pam led down on her belly, clasping both her hands within his, as they stared face to face into each other's eyes.

'I don't want to live without you.' Pam whispered, as tears flowed like a constant river down her pale cheeks.

'Yes you do, I annoy you most of the time remember. And stop with the crying, where's my heartless girl?' He joked trying to make light of such a dire situation.

'But I won't ever get to see you again.' She choked, her voice taking on a seriously broken edge.

'You might do, one day.' Eric said, blinking back his own tears as he thought of Godric, and the idea that he might see him very soon. 'Do you remember when, when I first introduced you to Godric and I punished you for talking back at him?' Eric suddenly said. And Pam nodded.

'I'm sorry about that. I should never have treated you that way.' He finished quietly, looking deep into her eyes. 'S'all right.' She said, waving her hand as if to say she didn't mind either way. Eric couldn't help but chuckle.

'What I'm trying to say is, Pam, I hope I've been a good Maker to you and seen you well. I hope that everything I've taught you and shown you over the years was enough, and that you never went without.' He said, his voice cracking with raw emotion.

Pam could only nod in response, her voice lost to tears. 'And as long as I know you've had a good time of it, and never regretted me turning you…' He said and stopped when Pam sobbed.

'I've never, ever, regretted you turning me. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. You saved me, all those years ago; you saved me from a life of unhappiness and old age. You gave me the most precious gift one could give…and I have always, always been thankful to you for that.' She managed to say through her tears and hiccups. 'I've always been uncertain about this life we lead, about the reasons to why we Vampires rise each night. But I've never been uncertain about you. Because with you, things made sense, things were better and fun. It was only when I was with you, I ever truly lived.' She sobbed.

'Then I did my job.' He said, smiling the smile he reserved only for her. His eyes glanced around the room, noticing how much further the flames had advanced, she would have to leave now; to stay would mean nothing but death for the both of them. All the memories of him and Pam were rolling through his mind, it was tearing him apart. He turned his eyes back to her.

'I love you Pamela.' He said; his voice so sincere and honest even the sounds of the roaring fire simmered under such a statement. Of course, it was much more than just love, but what he felt for the woman that stood beside him for centuries past was simply without words; it was indescribable.

'I love you too.' She replied her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to convey how much more she felt and had to say, but there simply wasn't enough time.

He pulled her hands incased in his up to his lips and kissed them deeply. Their foreheads touched as both shut their eyes, savoring this last moment with each other. 'See you.' He said still with his eyes closed, and Pam broke down into more tears. 'No.' she wept brokenly, still with her eyes shut and forehead against his.

Eric knew she would never leave him. He knew that when it came to it, he would have to say the words he hated to use. 'Pamela, as your maker, I command you.' He said and looked away as her eyes snapped open, utter horror at what he had just done.

She let go of his hands and stood up, her body began to move backwards, away from him. Every step was painstakingly slow as she was forced to move by command not desire. 'Eric…' She cried as she moved further and further away.

He simply winked at her; smiling his endless smile as she disappeared out the doors, away from this house of death.

It's only a short chapter but I had to do it! I got teary writing it lol

Hope you liked, please review if you did! Many thanks to all those that have.

Chapter fifteen coming soon….:)