A/N: Hi everyone. I am not finished with The Call yet but it is coming to an end and this story has been floating around in my head so I decided to go ahead and post it. I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters that right goes to Charlaine Harris as we all know.


She

Chapter 1

I am finally free. Well, one more night and I can put all of this behind me. This has been the longest and most trying 100 years of my existence.

My "wife" has been trying for the last 20 years to get me to renew our marriage contract, but to no avail. I refuse to spend any more time than I am contractually obligated.

I watch as her minions pack up the room that has been my prison for the last 50 years. As I look around my personal hell I sigh. I have moved countless times, restarted my life, my identity more times then I remember, but this is the first time I am feel lost and it is all because of her.

100 years ago my maker died, my child distrusted me, and the love off my long life broke our tie to me. She was the cause of all these events. When shesaved the shifter instead of our marriage that was the final straw.

Ok, so technically she didn't kill my maker, but her people did with the original target being her. Though he was a cruel maker, he was my father. He taught me how to be the vampire I am today. I admit his methods were questionable, but they worked. I guess you could say that a bit of resentment towards her started that night. With everything that was going on I never really had time to grieve him and get over the initial anger that developed for her. Shefreed me of a tyrant and to repay her I grew cold and distant.

When she broke the bond we had was another step up the resentment ladder. She did not even talk to me first. I am not saying I would have agreed with it, but I would have been in a better state of mind to understand the reasoning behind her action. Of course, that was too much to ask of her. She would never know what it felt like waking thinking she was gone. That I had once again failed to save her and shefinally paid the ultimate price, but no she just needed to confirm that her love was real and not blood.

The insecurities of my ex-wife when it came to her feelings amazed me. Here was a woman that could be beaten, raped, staked, and tortured, yet she was scared of her own feelings. She ran from them like they were on fire, which in a way would be incorrect for her, because shedidn't even run from fire. At the time, it just increased the anger that had started eating at me.

She wasn't really to fault for the rift between my child and me either, but that black hole of resentment told me she was. Pam had always been a stubborn child. That was no different. What had changed was her loyalty, before Pam would not dream of sharing information with anyone, let alone a human. I understood that she was Pam's favorite breather, but vampires always came first and me as her master came before all, including herself. Pam's loyalty had always been absolute.

The fight we had in her kitchen was the first ever. Pam and I had argued and I have had to strike my child for punishment before, but she always submitted like a proper child. That night in the kitchen she bit, scratched, and hit back all my advances on her. Pam's determination to let herknow what my maker had trapped me in was unheard of. After Muriel's death my precious child changed. She was cold to everyone including me. Her pity for my wife grew. When I made the choice to honor the contract presented to me, Pam could stand no more. She stayed by my side for the first year then told me of her desire to leave. I saw her 50 years ago and not since. Supposedly she is happy as a second to a sheriff in England. I am glad that she is happy. I made the choice not to disturb her life. I know that every child needs their freedom. If she ever called me I would still help her and if she ever chose to return to me I would welcome her with open arms.

The night that Niall contacted me and informed me of the Cluvial Dor I knew we had a chance. She just had to wish to stay mine. Do you think she did? No she did not. Yes, I was growing cold towards her and yes, I was not the best husband in the world, but she was not the ideal wife either. At the time, I truly believed that one wish was all shehad to do. Everything else we could work out, but to do that we needed to be together.

That night she saved the shifter was all I needed to see. She put her friend above me. It was the final piece to my dark anger puzzle. I met with the Queen signed the contracts and was done with it all.

Breaking the pledge was the equivalent to a human divorce. I left a hefty settlement for my ex-wife. I was hurt and mad, but I wanted her cared for. I knew that she would not waist it or spend it frivolously if I could get herto take it.

I made sure that I was not accessible, nor any of my people when the check was delivered. Surprisingly, it was not returned. None of my retinue was contacted. Nothing was mailed back. No matter what the reason, shedecided to keep the 4 million dollars and 4 properties, 1 in Key West, 1 in Canada, 1 in Mexico, and 1 in Sweden. I also included the upkeep costs that have always been used for the maintenance of those properties.

A year after our "divorce" she left. I quietly asked around for information about her. Her family and friends said she chose to see the world. She told them she was tired of being around so many bad memories. Her brother confirmed that she just needed time. He said she did not just vanish. She called him regularly, she called all of them. She sent cards and presents every holiday and birthday. She gave hershare of the bar back to Sam and set up a trust for Jason.

My smart fairy knew I would keep an eye on her through the staff on the properties. So she fired them all and hired new ones loyal to only her. All were human no doubt so she could continually monitor them. I know I could have been more persistent about following her movements if I wanted to, but in a way I wanted herto have peace.

I hated that she was living her dream without me. Worse, it was because she chose to. All of my contacts in the world reported no harm had come to her. So shesucceeded in getting away from all the supernatural bullshit.

As much as I hated herI could not leave Louisiana. I stayed for the same reason she left, the memories. I visited Oklahoma yearly as obligation. Other than that I went about existing as I always had.

I know that I secretly hoped she would return. I hoped she would somehow heal the darkness in me as she had in the past. I held on to that hope for decades. I watched her brother marry, have children, and age. I knew he and his family took trips once or twice a year to see her. At least, that is what I am to believe. Their trips were always to one of the four properties she received. I may not have monitored her, but I did them.

I made myself believe that she was happy to know that the trust she set up helped her brother and his family strive. When Jason and Michelle started having kids they moved into the old farmhouse. Jason and Alcide partnered up changing the business from Herveaux and Son to Herveaux and Stackhouse. Her brother truly did grow up and make something of himself. All four of his kids went to college and became successful themselves. I knew that would make her happy and ultimately that was what I wanted.

Even if it was not with me.


A/N: So let me know what you think any review is welcome. This is a multi-chapter so there will be more.