Alright... after many MANY thoughts in my mind and many PMs and reviews of all types... I think I am feeling really good about this version of chapter 14 and this is where I will be moving from. I hope the Eric/Pam/Sookie friendship fans enjoy this. And I hope Eric/Sookie supporters can enjoy it as well! I am also hoping to post 15 tonight and I am hoping that if I post with different chapter names, that you can leave reviews if you want. If not, that's fine :) PM me if you want! If anyone out there does do yahoo IM chat, I am really looking for people to bounce ideas around with live so hit me up! I'm on! My username is my pen name: crazyevildru. Just please make sure in your friend request that you reference this fic- I get a lot of spam messages.

Chapter 14

"We could have taken my car," I remind him as we soar in the near dark over the last few miles to Fangtasia.

"That piece of shit barely fits me."

"Tall ass viking," I grumble and relax in his arms as we land. It's before opening but there's a few people lined up already who gawk and squeal when they see him. I'm bombarded with thoughts from the girls of how hot he is and how he must be hung like a horse and I smile to myself. Ha ha bitches. You're never going to know.

He uses a key to let us in and there is a huge TV flat screen now on stage beside his throne.

"Eric, it's about time. I was getting worried you got lost in fairy vagina," I hear Pam before she zips in front of me and hugs him. "From the smell, I guess you almost did."

"Pleasure to see you too, Pam," I say sarcastically.

"How glorious it is to have you back in my life, Miss Stackhouse," she says flippantly.

"Now now, you girls need to play nice. Pam, Sookie and I-"

"Have bonded. I know. I can smell it a mile away. Congratulations, you finally got what you wanted," she says to Eric, ignoring the fact that I'm here.

"I expect you to protect her if I'm unable, Pamela. And you'll command Tara to do the same."

I watch as she stares at him and there's no time like the present to try and see if I can hear her thoughts but as much as I concentrate, I can't. There's just blank. But it seems like they're having some kind of silent conversation for a second before she says something in Swedish and he says something back and I guess I can't understand all Swedish because I can't follow. While they continue, I step away and go to sit at the bar.

I'm almost there when Tara zips out from the back carrying boxes of TruBlood. She notices me immediately but doesn't say anything as she puts the boxes down and opens them to get ready for opening. At least they have the factories up and running again after last year's fiasco.

"Why do you smell strange?" she asks me as she approaches and pours me a gin and tonic. "Not strange, but… different. Pam, why does she smell so fucking strange?"

Pam simply growls at her as her and Eric keep talking.

"They're talking, most likely about me. Do I smell good? Vampires usually say I smell good, not strange."

"Good yes, but strange good."

"I've had Eric's blood. Maybe that's why?"

"So what? Bill went bust so you jumped on Eric's dick?" she asks and in a flash, Eric has her by the throat, her feet dangling two feet above the floor.

"ERIC," Pam growls and says something in Swedish at him but I'm scared for Tara and put my hands out and bolt him with some energy so he drops her.

She growls at him and bares her fangs and he steps in to her immediately and growls back at her menacingly. She immediately backs down and puts her fangs away.

"Good girl," he says and he steps back.

"Eric," I say, trying to calm him down or explain but he waves his hand and I hear: Do not interrupt me!

"You may have some residual human issues to work out with Sookie and I hope you do. However, you better also remember that I am the maker of your maker and your supreme elder to boot, as well as king and chancellor. So I am the ultimate authority as to how pleasant or not your existence is on this planet. Offending or hurting my chosen will make it very unpleasant. Am I understood?"

"Eric, it's fine," I say. "She didn't offend me. She's just being Tara. You don't have to go primal on her."

He turns to me angrily since he had told me in front of other vampires, I have to show him a respect and obedience but there's only family around so I thought it'd be okay.

I hear Pam laughing softly and sense her standing behind me. "Now that, Fairy Princess, was worth the price of a ticket. Finally a match for Eric Northman. I think I'm starting to like you."

He growls again and says something to her and she spits something back at him and he storms off growling, "WOMEN."

I hear the door to the back office slam and I wonder if I should go back there.

"Leave him be, Princess," Pam says as she walks in front of me and checks me out. I'm wearing a deep purple sundress with small white and yellow flowers on it. "If you're to be my sister one day, we have got to get you a more befitting wardrobe, especially since you're the chosen of a king and chancellor."

"I like this dress," I pout softly.

"Then wear it in the garden at home, but here, on the arm of the king, you need to look the part. Let's go. My office. We can find something for you."

"Well I don't want to look like a hooker either."

"Well we all have to make sacrifices for the ones we love, don't we? This is yours, Fairy Princess," I hear her say as I follow her back to where Eric had disappeared. He's sitting behind the desk and I note how she painted it and cleaned it up. It looks way better than it did, despite the pink paint which would not have been my choice. "Now…" She walks over to a door and reveals a closet. "Blood can sully any outfit so I have extra things. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be too revealing but I would suggest this."

I feel Eric's eyes on me as she holds up a dress that's shimmery red satin with a corset top. The bottom has two layers so it looks like a skirt but it's all trimmed with black lace and designs. The laces in the front look detailed and exquisite. His excitement and lust at the prospect of me in that dress rush through my veins. (copy and pasted into window if you wish to see it: . )

"It'll make your tits look great and the color will look stunning with your complexion. Of course I do have one in purple if you'd prefer but Eric prefers red."

"I- I really think I'm fine in my dress, Pam. But thanks for the offer." I don't have the boobs to pull that dress off in the slightest.

"Non-sense. First of all, you look like innocent virgin vampire bait in that dress which is fine if you're going to a hoe-down but you've chosen a vampire king to be your maker, which means how you act and what you wear reflects on his prowess and reputation, both of which are extremely important."

"I haven't chosen him to be my maker!" I say quickly, slightly angry at what he must have told her. Has he told her every detail of our talks? Of what we do? Did he tell her about the mark on my thigh? Did he draw her a picture of what I look like under him?

He mutters something to her after she looks at him with a cocked eyebrow. She says something back and then turns to me. "Sookie, dear little princess, I told you he pulls good string, did I not? He's rich. He's handsome. He's hung like a horse and now he's powerful to boot. Who would ever choose a limited mundane life over eternity by his side? I certainly didn't. We all know you're going to do it eventually, so buck up and go put this on. I'll find you some shoes."

She thrusts the corset into Sookie's hands and pushes her out the door.

Pam just looks at me a moment before going back to the closet.

"Why would you say that to her? I told you that in private. Had I wanted her to know I told you, I would have done it in English, Pam," I snarl.

"Eric, don't be a fool. The sooner she figures us all out, the sooner you'll turn her and we'll all be safer and stronger. And since she will be my sister, I may as well treat her as such and you know it'll make a more powerful statement if she's not running around in little sundresses in front of your subjects."

"Never pegged you as political."

"Well… now I'm a king's daughter," she smiles and curtsies, which is ironic since she's wearing a leather dress that leaves very little to the imagination, not at all regal. "And since we're on the subject, I was informed today by someone named Agostino that invitations were sent yesterday to all the sheriffs of the south to attend a party here tonight. Did you know this? I realize you've been distracted by fairy pussy, but it would have been nice to have more notice."

I growl. I'm in a foul mood because of being fairy zapped in front of my blood and I don't need her attitude. "No. I didn't know that, but Agostino is the chancellor of Area 1 of Europe and a very dear friend of Godric's. He's the one that I went to for help. He's an ally for us."

"Well I've stocked extra TruBlood as well as the best alcohol money can buy. And luckily, I was able to get the day crew to get about a hundred donors today as well. I also decided we'll charge at the door."

"Always the entrepreneur, Pamela," I comment.

"Tara." The girl walks in a moment after being summoned. "Apologize to your king first and foremost."

"I'm sorry… your highness? Sorry, I've never addressed royalty."

"Eric in private since you're family, your majesty or highness in front of guests," I inform her.

"I'm sorry, Eric. I was just… talking to her. I didn't mean to offend you or her."

"Apology accepted. And the reason she smells strange is because she and I are blood bonded to each other. She's mine, my human pet, and intended second progeny."

"You're going to make Sookie a vampire? Does she know?"

"Yes. She's deciding but I'm certain she'll be joining our family."

"And as your maker," Pam whispers and moves in front of the girl. She kisses her softly and that is a show I can't wait to see. "I command you to protect her if ever there's a time when Eric and I are unable. She's part of our family now. Other vampires may turn on each other, but that's not us. Eric is my maker and in a way yours too, and we protect our own. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am," Tara nods. "And sorry about earlier again, Eric."

"Will you take these things to Sookie in the bathroom and help her get dressed? No biting, of any kind."

She leaves and Pam turns to me. "You're a good maker, Pam. Who would have thought?"

"You were right though; it's a bitch of a commitment." I watch as she walks over to me and sits in my lap like she used to, though often we were more unclothed. "Thank you, Eric."

"For what?" I ask and brush her hair off her shoulder.

"I know I've said it before, but… on the other side of the proverbial fence, I really appreciate you not watching me die."

"It was a lot of work, still is, but… the decades we've shared have been worth it, min Pamela," I tell her honestly. "Now can you cut the sentimental bullshit? It's freaking me out."

She smiles and we kiss softly but she stays in my lap and leans against me. "Drink from me, Eric," she says quietly and that gives me pause.

"Why? I released you. You're not duty bound to offer that," I remind her. "You're the maker now and I hope you're teaching her all the ways of old. I think our politics must change, but the maker and progeny relationship should never."

I don't want it to in my line anyway, in Godric's. There is a reason why Godric and I remained so close for so long, as did he and his maker. It's because of the respect we give to that covenant. Perhaps other lines, newer ones, base it on dominance and sadism and progeny serving Master, but that is not how I was taught. That's not how Godric was taught.

"It took a few months between us to start building the trust, but… yes, I'm teaching her so many things," she says and I catch a scent of her arousal at the thought of her progeny.

"I'm sure you are. So why do you want me to drink from you?"

"It would make us stronger, Eric. It would help connect me to Sookie as well, so I can better protect her. I'd say me drinking some of her would also be smart but-" She doesn't have to continue because I growl and yank her hair for that thought. "But that was the reaction I expected. But if we exchange blood again, it will connect me to her. She's part of you now, like I am, like Tara is. I would also suggest you taking Tara's blood at some time."

She makes a lot of sense. Godric drank from her many times and share his with her a few. It was a way of being intimate, bonding more as a family. I believe it's why I can still feel his presence. We didn't need to share blood, but we did, just as I drank from his maker. I believe it makes us stronger.

"You know I don't mean to interfere with Sookie. I swore I would protect her as I would a sister and I will, but I believe sharing a part of that connection between you two will help keep her safer until you can turn her."

"I think you're right," I agree as I release my fangs and she lifts her head to look at me. Hers come out as well but she puts her hand up to my mouth as I move toward her neck. "Try not to get blood on my dress."

I growl before sinking my fangs into her neck and feel hers in mine, renewing our ties as maker and childe. The presence of her grows stronger the more we drink and I'd forgotten how much I loved that bond's presence. I've missed it the past year.

"Alright, ya'll, how do I look? Cause I think I-"