I really didn't enjoy writing this chapter as I have never been in a similar situation myself dealing with loss of someone… so I hope I did alright?

Adams song – Blink 182

Chapter 37

Eric POV

The voices around me made no sense, it was either my brain couldn't recognise the words or that I just didn't want to listen. We were allowed access into fae but only if we were escorted. I really didn't give a fuck either way. I barely acknowledge anything as Sookie and I passed through the halls, past the recovering Niall who looked exhausted, or past Claudine who also looked old. However I did acknowledge my maker. Leading me outside, we left the fairies like the outsiders we are but I didn't leave until I knew Sookie was taken care of.

"Are you fully healed?" I croaked out, I barely recognised my own voice.

"I have been fed sufficiently. Eric what happened my child. Where is Pamela." Hearing her name I fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably to my maker. Grateful that no other was around, I let myself grieve openly. As my maker stood infront of me, trying to ease my suffering I couldn't help but think of how my child looked at me when she made the decision.

" For over one hundred years I have walked this earth with the best companion a girl could ask for. You aren't just my maker, you're my best friend, my brother, my father, heck even my grandfather with all the bullshit you spew now and again." Even though my child was trying to find the humorous side, her face told another story. The tears had begun to fall covering her pretty face in red splotches that broke my undead heart, shattering it into a million pieces.

"no place for me there" Never I'm my entire existence have I felt such guilt, misery, helplessness, sorrow and shame. Shame that I realise how Sookie and I was affecting my child. I dragged her into this mess, never once did I ask her what she wanted. Never once did I ask her if she was ok with me and Sookie, never once did I stop and think about how it would affect her.

"My child where is she." I couldn't deny my maker of the truth no longer.
"Breandan took her. He made them decide who would die, Sookie or her and she just… she just made the decision straight away… she fell through the portal. It's my fault, it's all my fault." I couldn't even bring my self to say her name

Godric POV

My heart broke as my child sobbed into my body. The pain flowing through our bond was becoming unbearable but still I let it flow through, trying to ease his suffering as well as my own. I had also lost her and Breandan will surely pay for this.

The cries of pain from my child echoed through the court yard, making It the most painful sound to of ever breached my ears; more painful than decades of torture, violence, exploitation and greed.

"Eric, we need to prepare for battle, use your pain and turn it into anger, fuel your drive for vengeance. Then you may grieve along-side my-self and Miss Stackhouse, you will get through this my child but now is not the time, you need to prepare for war, a war that needs to be won, Pamela wouldn't want you distracted."

"No more talk of my child. I will not appear weak, I am a fucking Viking; we show no fear, weakness or pain. I will bring fury to Breandan." Rising to his full height he clutched his sword and wiped the blood from his face, the look of anger now flaming bright in his eyes. Leading us both back into the throne room, silence fell as my child threw open the doors.

Sookie POV

I watched as my bonded was led away by Godric as a tear fell down my face. My body soon found Gran's arms and I wept as she held me close. Also leading me away from the throne room, she took me to what I presumed was her bedroom and held me as I wept into her shoulder, stroking my hair and back as I told her what happened. My spark must be recharging as I felt my strength returning with each step. The vampire within me must be helping as the sun had set in fae and meaning my vampire side had taken control.

"Sookie my dear, I don't expect you to tell me what happened so soon but I am always here for you. Even though I have been in this realm there hasn't been a second that I haven't thought of you. I have been watching you darling, I've been watching you all, Eric, Claudine, Godric… Pam. Just know Sookie, I am so proud of you." Kissing my forehead she waited until I stopped weeping. Pam's death is my fault, if I hadn't of dragged both her and Eric into all my Bill and fairy shit. But I wouldn't have met them, I wouldn't have had a friend like Pam, I wouldn't of had a lover like Eric, I wouldn't of finally felt accepted. But is the death of Pam really worth it? I felt the same feeling I did when my parents died yet this feeling hurt more, it stung harder. The guilt hanging over me also didn't help.

"Sookie you need to be strong for Eric. You can't feel guilty."

"But Gran how can I not?" I whimpered, fighting back the tears.

"Did you torture her?"

"No."

"Did you hold her against her will?"

"No."

"Did you force her to make a life or death decision?"

"No."

"Sookie this is not your fault. This is Breandan's doing, feel no guilt. That is what he wants; he wants to destroy Eric piece by piece, first with kidnapping his maker, making him uneasy, then with Pam, making him fearful, then with you making him vulnerable emotionally. He is a master manipulator and you cannot show weakness to him, he will use it against you, you are a Stackhouse Sookie. Although you are a Brigant, you are a Stackhouse first and Stackhouse's do not let people control us. You are strong, use that against him." Her words began to give me the strength to pick my self up again. Breandan will not win.

"But Gran Eric can't even look at me and I don't blame him, if it wasn't for me Pam would be alive."
"How can you know that? You could of quite possibly kept her alive for longer. Sookie what exactly did Breandan say?" She asked as she rubbed my arms bringing me comfort.

Gasping I stood up, hand clasped over my mouth. "Oh my god how did I not notice that?!"
"Notice what Sookie?" Gran was now standing opposite me, curious to what ignited such a reaction from me.

It must have been with shock that I by passed Breandan's exact words. "He said he would torture her before death. That means she could still be alive! Gran we've got to tell him!"

"Go find your Viking my dear." My Gran encouraged as she smiled weakly at me. Running down the hallways, I passed Claudine's body and a wave of sadness over took me. Stopping just for a quick second I took in the sight of her. She looked so grey and fragile just laid there not moving, her spark must be recharging slower than mine.

"For when she is taken, another gains a life," Turning round I found Becki standing in the centre of the room as a light engulfed her body. The whole room watched as she recited words that were not her own. Shouldn't someone be helping her? Taking a step forward, my arm was caught by Gran who shook her head and continued to watch the fairy. "Tried and tested, he was stolen by knife. A family re-joined as darkness falls, The mighty will stride and the weaker crawls. Her loyalties will be tested as will her mind, for she is not alone as help is from kind. The secrets revealed that were once kept, Will seal the future as Pamela wept." As she finished speaking the light left her body and she began to move. "The heart would not allow me to reveal her prophecy until the time was right. Forgive me." Moving my eyes I found the man I was looking for. Eric stood in the door way in complete shock. He had heard.

Pam POV

The tingling feeling finally left my weak body as I fell to a hard floor. Why hasn't that fucker killed me yet? The bastard, can't even kill a vampire right. Moving my head up I found my-self to be in a room that was completely white yet furnished for living in. Built for a human.

A noise in the room that I couldn't pin point caught my attention. "Who's there…?" I croaked out my body still naked, weak and damaged from the silver.

Moving from behind the bed that was placed against one of the four white walls stood a man who held height much higher than mine but smaller than my maker. His hair a mucky blonde colour that was short and surprisingly styled, his skin slightly tanned and his blue eyes becoming the final ingredient to his perfection. Still… I wouldn't fuck him. He has a dick.

As he took in my form he ran over quickly to my side. His scent didn't smell human….. it smelt fae. My fangs snapped down as I hissed. If I'm going to die, I'm going to go down fighting.

"I mean you no harm. And to be perfectly honest I doubt you could cause me harm. Let me help you." He said as he approached. I couldn't pin point his accent but it certainly wasn't American or British.

Figuring I had no choice, I nodded. Suddenly feeling the embarrassment of being naked I tried to put my poker face back on but I failed miserably. As he lifted my body off the floor I hissed again in pain as I felt more of my skin rip off. My body wasn't healing due to the excessive amount of silver I was covered in. Fucking fairies. "Don't worry I will find you some clothes once you've healed. What is your name?" He asked surprisingly kindly as he placed me on my front, avoiding my burns to touch the bed sheets.

"Pam, and yours?" I replied as he went to the refrigerator.

"Short for Pamela I presume. Beautiful name." He said as he returned with a big bottle of human blood by the smell of it.

"Where am I?" I didn't fail to notice how he didn't tell me his name, but in the position I was in, it wouldn't be wise to kick up a fuss and make demands.

"That I do not know. You are best not asking that question as I found over time it will drive you insane with curiosity."

"W- how long have you been here? And that is for me I presume." I nodded towards the bottle in question.

"It is indeed, now open wide."

"I'm sorry but I'm not that kind of girl" I replied with a wink.
"Ah you have fire I see. And I meant your mouth you flirtatious woman." Smirking I opened my mouth as he poured the blood down my throat. Instantly I felt my strength begin to grown and my wounds begin the stages of healing.

As I finished off the first bottle he went for another two and finally I was nearly healed, my skin just sore and sizzling slightly.

"Here let me get you some clothes." Moving to the wardrobe, I finally got a good view of the room. It wasn't very large and reminded me of one of those rooms psychopaths are kept it. Charming. There were the bare necessities that included the bed that I was sat on; a refrigerator, table and chair and a sink and a toilet. Oh and a clock. All completely white. What struck me was the fact that there wasn't a door, not even a window. How did he get in here? What is the point of this room? Taking his advice, I stopped my curiosity as I covered my body up with the bed sheets.

As he walked back over to me, he helped me stand and put on the slacks he brought. Lifting my arms up, he pulled the shirt over my head and down my chest. I had actually began to wonder why I hadn't drained him dry yet when he smelt so delicious but I blamed it on my awesome vampireness control.

"Thank you." I smiled at him but as I did I noticed how he was staring at my neck. Looking down I held up the necklace that Eric had given Sookie and that Sookie had given me. Thankfully I hadn't lost it when I was taken because if I had, Eric would have killed me…again.

"Why are you staring at that?" I questioned confused.

"Who gave you that?" He demanded looking angry.

Fucking fairies.

Not a lot of you believed I truly killed off Pam oh well! I am off on holiday for 2 weeks, will write a couple of chapters for true blood then this one. I get the true blood ones finished quicker because its not as an indepth story line =]

Please review and maybe tell me who you think this fairy is! I bet you can't guess :D