A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. With the site going down for 3 days, I'm sure it set everyone back. I hope you all forgive me.

This chapter jumps between a couple different POVs, including Pam's. So, just to make up for it, this chapter is full of lemons. But, never let it be said that Sookie gets all the lemons…hehehe.

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ERIC

I awoke later than usual. The sun had barely set, but I was not ready to get up just yet. I was feeling anxious…anxious and a bit saddened. I knew these were not my emotions, so they must be coming from Sookie.

She must be saying goodbye to her old life. Good, that meant she would be on her way...but why so early? She was not due to arrive at Fangtasia until later. I laid there in my bed, nestled comfortably under the black Egyptian cotton sheets, reflecting on this past month.

My ravenous little vixen, I thought with a smirk. She couldn't keep her hands off me. She told me about her increased libido, which I also read in one of her pregnancy books. But I was not prepared for the fire she ignited in me. I found myself wanting to pleasure her in ways I did not think she would want or be ready to accept. But her hunger was growing, and the time felt right to open her to new experiences.

I was only too happy to oblige, but I did not want to hurt her or my baby, so I did not go too far with her. But rest assured, once my child comes, she will feel the full extent of 'my' ravenous hunger for her.

The doctor assured me that sex was fine, even encouraged, but that during her last trimester, she may find certain positions uncomfortable. Not to worry, I am a master of positions. She will only feel pleasure and love.

Her next appointment was drawing near, and I would get to see what the baby looked like in the womb. I was told that in about two months we would be able to learn the sex of the baby, if we wanted.

During our many talks this past month, Sookie decided that she wanted to know the sex of the baby ahead of time. I was fine with not knowing, so I left the decision to her.

I thought about my child and what qualities it would have. I hoped it would have her caring spirit and my fighting skills. I hoped it would have my cunning instincts and her beauty. I hoped. It was a funny sensation to have as a vampire. One thing was sure, it would inherit both our stubbornness. My laugh echoed off the walls of the darkened bedroom at that last thought.

Oh yes, my lover had a stubborn streak more than a mile wide. It was something that both frustrated me and endeared me to her.

Speaking of stubborn, she made a fuss about the car that I selected for her, just like I thought she would. But she knew the terms of our little "negotiation". It was a non-negotiable item. After the shock wore off, she seemed to enjoy it very much. It pleased me to see her so happy.

What didn't please me, was when I caught her in my office, looking at the blueprints from the construction job. It was my mistake though. I should have put them away before leaving her in there alone.

When she found out the construction being done was for a nursery, she was adamant about seeing it. But I held fast. It was a surprise for her, and I was keeping it that way.

How fortuitous it was that Remy moved had here. Not only was he a fierce warrior in battle like me, but he owned a construction business catering to supes, especially vampires. I called him almost immediately and began planning for the arrival.

My child will want for nothing. It will have only the best, as will my bonded. I know she feels that she is not worth the extravagance I lavish on her, but she wrong. She deserves so much more. I try to tell her it is not about the gift. It is how it makes me feel when I see the look on her face, and feel the love. Money means nothing to me…well almost nothing.

Power and money go hand-in-hand. I had the power. I also had the money. I had not survived these last 1,000 years without acquiring a vast amount of wealth. In time, Sookie would come to know the extent of it. She had to. I was including her and the soon-to-be-named baby in my estate. All that I have will belong to her too. Once we are married, she will be my mistress, and all that owe fealty to me will owe fealty to her.

Not only was I in a position of power, but I was in the good graces of de Castro, as was my bonded. I was not sure how much I could trust him, but I trusted him more than his second in command, Victor Madden.

Victor was not someone to tangle with. He was extremely deceitful and manipulative, even more than I could be. I would have to keep a close eye on his whereabouts, especially once he learned of the pregnancy.

At that last thought, I threw off the sheets and strolled into the bathroom to take a shower. Mmm, my last shower alone. I dried off and dressed in typical Fangtasia wear. Tonight I wore a pair of tailored black pants and a deep crimson silk shirt. She liked me in red just as much as I liked her in blue.

There would be no need for me to take the corvette, since she had her car. As I left the house, rising into the star covered night, I had one thought on my mind. I am coming for you, my love.

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PAM

I arrived at the bar just after dark. I needed to go over some of the inventory before we opened for the evening. We were running low on certain alcohols. I sensed a change in the drink trend lately, and my suspicions were confirmed as I noted that we were once again low on Lucid Absinthe. It was a favorite drink of Hollywood celebrities these days. It had a natural green hue to it, and was known as "the Green Fairy." I was surprised my master thought it would sell well.

My master was full of many surprises. None more so than last month when he told me he was going to be a father, and that he and Sookie were getting married. I almost snorted blood through my nose as I took a sip from my bottle. I thought this was an attempt at humor.

Apparently not. After he explained the circumstances, my jaw almost hit the floor. Once I recovered enough to listen to the rest of what he had to say, a delicious thought crossed my brain.

Rifling through my vault (read: brain), I remembered reading an article on baby showers. I called Sookie once he left the club and congratulated her. I also told her I was throwing her a baby shower once she moved here. No wonder my master found her charming. She stammered out a few "not necessaries, and "you really shouldn'ts". It amused me, but I insisted. My master would be pleased with my attempts to make his betrothed feel more welcome. I already considered her a friend, well, at least as friendly as a vampire and a human could get. I never had a little sister when I was human, but I'd like to think if I did, she would have been just like Sookie. Perhaps that is why I liked her.

As I sat at the bar and scratched some notes onto a pad, I felt a presence enter through the back. No one was supposed to be here yet, so my vampire senses were on alert.

I hitched myself up and over the bar, moving to the corner so I would be out of the line of sight, and ready to attack. When the figure entered into the main dance area, I pounced over the bar like a cat in heat, and landed in front of the intruder. I stopped short of grabbing the person's neck when I saw who it was.

"Sookie, sweetie. I could have killed you. What are you doing here so early?"

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SOOKIE

I came in through the back entrance of Fangtasia. I knew I was early, but I saw Pam's car, so I decided to go in. I wound my way past Eric's office and into the main area.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw something leap out and land directly in front of me. I yelped and jumped backwards, ready to run, until I saw that it was Pam.

"Sookie, sweetie. I could have killed you. What are you doing here so early?" Her fangs were fully down, which meant she was ready for a fight.

"I'm so sorry Pam. I should have called out your name. I saw your car in the back and figured it would be okay if I came in and waited."

"Well, next time let me know. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you in your condition." She ran her tongue over her now partially extended fangs. "Speaking of your condition, when do you want to have your shower?"

"Pam, I know I said okay, but you really don't have to do anything like that for me."

I'm sure she could do a good job, considering how many women's magazines she read and Oprah shows she saw. But I really didn't want any fuss.

"Nonsense, it's already done. I just need to know what date is good for you. I thought any Monday night would be good, since the club is closed. My master has already agreed that we could have it here."

Oh great, now my baby shower was going to be in a vampire bar. I guess there was no getting out of this now that "the master" had agreed. "Let me talk to Eric and see which Monday would be better."

We chatted for a little longer, when I suddenly felt a rush of lust come over me. Pam stopped mid sentence. She couldn't feel the lust like I could, but she could feel his presence. Eric was here.

He strode in through the front doors like he owned the place. Oh wait, he does.

"Eric." I ran up to him and threw my arms around his neck. "I missed you." I whispered into his mouth.

Before he could say anything, I pressed my lips into his and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Our lips parted and our tongues greeted each other with fervor. I ran my tongue over the tips of his fangs and nipped at his lower lip. I wanted to taste him so bad. Something inside me was stirring and it needed to be unleashed.

I felt his hand grasp my hair and gently pull my head back. I gazed into his brilliant blue eyes and smiled.

"Lover, I missed you too. I know you are excited to see me, but if you want to continue this out here, we are going to have an audience." He chuckled.

I twirled around to see Pam licking her fangs and grinning. My face flushed hot and red. She just laughed at the sight of me and turned back to her whatever she was doing before I arrived.

"Come." Eric took me by the hand and led me to his office. We entered and Eric shut and locked the door behind us.

I barely had time to turn around when he was on me, crushing his lips to mine. I felt the edge of his desk press into my butt, causing me to arch my back.

With one swipe of his arm, most of the contents of his desk went spilling onto the floor. His hands wrapped around my waist and hoisted me onto his desk in one fluid motion.

I cocked my head to one side, and he nipped at my earlobe, running his tongue down my neck and over my exposed collarbone.

"Oh, God!" I could tell through the bond that Eric was feeling very possessive tonight, which was fine with me. I rather liked when he got possessive lately, sexually that is.

He unbuttoned my blouse and was delighted to find I was wearing a bra that hooked in the front. "How very clever of you, lover. You have given me easier access. I must make sure that all your bras open from the front from now on."

He unhooked my bra and released the 'girls'. He pushed me back down on his desk and leaned over me, latching onto one of my nipples.

I moaned with pleasure as he sucked, licked, and nipped at my hardening bud. As he moved over to the other nipple, he murmured into my cleavage, "I have dreamed of fucking you in my office for such a long time now."

He ran his tongue between my breasts and blew cool air onto the wet spot. My whole body shivered, as I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him toward my other nipple, not wanting him to ignore that one.

He looked up at me, "Mmm, eager are we?" He obliged my urging hands.

"Oh, Eric. Please."

"Please what, my lover?"

Eric liked me telling him what I wanted him to do to me. Tonight, I wasn't going to be shy about it. I wanted to be ravished by this Viking sex God. "Fuck me, Eric. I want to feel you fuck me, hard."

"As you wish." He leered at me.

With vampire speed, he shed his pants and pushed my skirt up to my waist. I felt a breeze across my center, as I saw shreds of pink material floating in the air.

He thrust his very hard gracious plenty into my mound and ground it against my throbbing nub. "Oh yes, Eric. I want you so much."

With a growl, he lifted my legs up against his shoulders and slammed his length into me. I yelped a bit from him not preparing me to take him all in. His thrusts were hard and fast, and I closed my eyes and writhed against him, moaning his name.

"Look at me. Don't take your eyes off me."

My eyelids snapped open and I stared into his darkened eyes. My climax was building fast and I arched my back to give him better access.

I wanted to feel him release inside of me so bad, I knew what would send him, and me, over the edge. I squeezed my breasts and pulled at my nipples as he watched. "Oh God Eric! Bite me! Bite me hard!"

Still thrusting hard, he turned his head and sunk his fangs into my calf. I tightened around him and cried out at the momentary pain…I had never been bitten there. As he drew on the wound, my orgasm ripped through me, "EricEricEricEric…" I screamed his name over and over through it all.

He threw his head back and shouted as he shuttered and released inside of me. "Din kropp är min!" (Your body is mine!)

Feeling him release inside of me, only stimulated my orgasm back to full strength. He held my hips against him, and I arched my back even further to ride through it.

Eric collapsed over me, still inside of me, and we rode the aftershocks together. My panting was becoming steadier as he rested his head on my stomach.

Oh, but he wasn't done with me yet. I could feel him hardening again, still inside me. How the hell can he do that?

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he picked me up off the desk. He sat down in one of the leather chairs as I unhooked my legs and moved to straddle him.

He fondled and sucked on my breasts as I rode him hard. He steadied me with one hand. His other slipped down between us and rubbed my clit. We were both on fire.

He leaned his head back and we looked into each others eyes. "You are incredible, lover."

I smiled and brought my lips down on his, our tongues wrestling for dominance. My hips moved faster as I felt my climax once again building to the edge. He could feel how near I was to exploding again.

He pulled back from our kiss and bit into his wrist. "Drink from me Sookie. Take me into you."

I pulled his bleeding wrist to my lips and sucked on the cut, as he sank his fangs into my breast. We cried out together, lapping and sucking in each other's blood. Eric pulled back and licked the wounds to heal them, but I wouldn't let go. I wanted more. I drank greedily from his wrist, as if I could not get enough of Eric's lifeforce inside me. Another orgasm washed over my whole body.

He howled as I drank and again released violently inside of me. He grabbed my head and finally pulled me off his wrist, staring at me in disbelief and bloodlust. He pulled my face to his and crushed my bloody lips to his as the aftershocks ripped through us.

I collapsed over him and panted, struggling for a deep breath.

"Lover, what was that?' He said in surprise.

"I…pant pant…I'm not sure…pant." I really wasn't. I had taken Eric's blood before, but not like this.

He put his hands around my bottom and lifted me up. He laid me down on the black leather couch in his office and pulled a blanket around me. He kissed my lips gently and whispered, "You should rest. I need to sit for a bit before we go to our home. You drank a lot of my blood, Sookie. I need to replenish before we go anywhere."

"Eric, I…"

"Shhh. Just rest." He kissed the top of my head and walked over to the little fridge behind his desk. I watched as he heated a bottle of AB negative and sat down at his computer.

As I drifted off to the clicking of his keyboard, a warm, tingling feeling washing over me, I had one thought drifting through my head. He said our home.

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PAM

"Come." I heard my Master say to his beloved, and they disappeared into the back. I knew they were headed to his office. I knew what he was planning on doing and a smile ran across my face.

Some day, I must talk to Sookie about what the relationship between Master and child meant. Although I didn't know exactly what they were doing, I could sort of feel it. After all, I had his blood in me as well.

Of course they have had sex before this, but never in this close proximity. The feelings it evoked in me were intensified. Normally, I could push them away, but tonight I didn't want to. I wanted to feel it too.

I pushed the inventory papers further down on the bar and hopped up. I glanced at the clock above the bar. Good, I had time before anyone else was supposed to show up.

I lay down on top of the bar and wiggled my tight leather skirt up my thighs. I had no underwear on. I didn't like to wear it most of the time, and it was hard to with this skirt.

I closed my eyes and could feel the lust coming from the back room. I could feel how much my Master wanted her, wanted to claim her as his.

I rubbed my breasts through my corset with one hand and trailed my fingers down to my nub with the other. I was already so wet from my desire, from their desire.

My fangs descended as I steadied both feet on the bar and ran my fingers down the length of my folds. I alternated between fucking my core with two fingers and rubbing my swollen nub.

My hips were undulating beneath my hand as I pleasured myself.

I don't know how long I kept it up, but I was going to need release soon. Suddenly, I felt another set of fingers plunge inside of me. I opened my eyes and hissed.

His fangs were down and he was running his tongue over them.

"Remy! What are you doing here?" I spat.

"Eric asked me to come by with the final paperwork for the nursery. I didn't want to interrupt you, but you look so luscious, I couldn't help myself." He leered at me.

My, he was gorgeous. He was tall and had a broad physique. He had short dark brown hair and espresso-colored eyes. He reminded me of a young Marlon Brando in that movie 'A Street Car Named Desire'.

Instead of being angry that he was there, I grabbed his fingers and plunged them back into my core. If my Master was going to have fun, then so was I.

Remy didn't say anything further. He just growled, and in one fluid motion, he swung me around so I was sitting with my legs dangling over the edge of the bar. He bent down and pulled my legs up over his shoulders.

I felt his tongue lapping at my wetness, dipping into my center to bring more of it to the surface. I grabbed a handful of hair and pushed him into me, feeling his tongue, rough and soft at the same time, inside of me.

He held my hips down as he fucked me with his tongue, pulling out to suck in my nub every few strokes.

I hissed into the quiet of the bar, my bloodlust ever growing. "Remy…fuck me already!"

He looked up at me and gave me a fangy smile, his lips glistening with my juices. He gave my core a few hard thrusts with his fingers before swinging me around so I was back lying fully on the bar again.

He relieved himself of his jeans and jumped onto the bar between my spread legs. It was only seconds before he was in me, thrusting hard and fast.

I pulled the top of my corset down and he took the opportunity to suck on one of my nipples. As he sucked harder, I felt his fangs pierce my breast, causing me to cry out. "Oh yessss. So good!"

He drew a couple times on the wound and moved over to the other breast, doing the same thing.

He nipped and lightly punctured my collarbone and neck, and I arched my back to give him more access. He was slamming into me with vampire speed at this point and all I wanted to do was come all over him.

Suddenly, I felt him shudder and come inside me. It was glorious. This man had such control over my body. I was on the verge of my orgasm, when he had something else in mind.

Remy pulled out of me and slid down on the bar so his mouth was at my center again. He plunged two fingers into me, thrusting as hard as he could, and his fangs sank into either side of my clit. I let out a hissing growl and exploded.

He finished me off by lapping at the juices that were running out. I thought that was the end of it, but he was already hard again. He moved down off the bar and sat down on one of the swivel stools. I climbed over and straddled him, pushing myself down on his hard cock as far as I could go.

No words were needed. It was pure bloodlust and by the sounds of our growls and hisses, he was enjoying this as much as I was.

He lifted my bottom up and slammed me down on him hard. I rode him for all he was worth, my hips gyrating against his groin.

We were both nearing orgasm again. This time, we sank our fangs into each other's necks and came together. I collapsed forward and we leaned back resting against the bar.

I think if I needed to breath, I would be panting right now, just as my Master's bonded was panting.

Remy kissed my lips and smiled. "Yes, this is definitely the bar with the bite."

I laughed and disengaged from him. I readjusted my clothes and he put his jeans back on.

"Well, we are a full-service bar." I said seductively.

"I'll remember that next time."

Just as I was running my fingers through my hair, I heard a voice from behind me. "Pam. What are you doing?"

I knew who it was even before I turned around. "Master." I knew I had overstepped my bounds.

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A/N: For those of you wondering what a young Marlon Brando looked like in Street Car Named Desire, check out this: w w w (.ew).com/ew/inside/issue/0,,ewTax:774,00(.html) - eliminate the spaces and ()

This is what I pictured for Remy.