Game, Set and Match
Pam disobeys, Eric acts; their relationship and the ties that bind them recalled and secured. Simple. A Maker and his Child.
Warning: consensual spanking/punishment of 'technically' an adult but in terms of vampire lore a little different.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; despite loving them and writing about them for longer than a decade now. Pam and Eric have taken on their own lives at this point so will probably be a bit AU but maybe not. I like to consider myself one of the original PARIC fans and so this has been burning away for a very long time.
Enjoy, my select few in terms of audience.
Chapter One: Game…
Pam entered Eric's current 'office' with a huge grin on her face. She didn't knock, she never did. Eric smirked to himself as she sang knock-knock; feeling giddy happiness roll from her through to him welcomingly.
Eric looked up from his seat behind the desk to see exactly why she was so happy and smiled again, broader this time to see such a sunny smile grace his child's beautiful face.
'What are you so happy about?' He asked with a smirk and glint of mischief in his eyes.
"I've finished my dress!' She chirped, revealing it from behind her back and holding it up. 'Shall I model it for you?' She asked with a little lilt, an even wider smile and hope in her eyes that expressed her wish he would say yes.
'No, not right now Pam, I'm busy. It's very you though.' He said, choosing to ignore the look of disappointment flash briefly across her face whilst also refusing to acknowledge it was very similar to the very first dress, he ever saw on her.
'What's it for?' He added, despite knowing his child inside out and knew exactly what she was up to here.
'The Vampire Era ball tonight, obviously.' She said with a look that said clearly, he was an idiot.
He sighed. Long and heavy. 'Don't give me 'obviously' Pam, I've already told you, you are forbidden from attending the Vampire Era Ball.' He drawled tiredly but with the authority only a strong Maker could produce. He held her gaze the entire time; regretting the effect his words had on that beautiful smile, which only moments before, alighted her face.
Instead, Pam let out an indignant snort, arched her eyebrow and scrunched her nose in derision.
'What? Don't be ridiculous Eric, I thought you were fucking joking. Of course, we're going to go.' She said albeit a tad submissively. She could sense his mood at the moment meant business (had she tapped into his mood before entering the office in the first place; she would have thought better of it) she had already began trying to step backwards, surreptitiously towards the office door. The subtlest of subconscious moves that Eric did not miss.
Pam's undead heart fluttered as an anxiety only Eric was able to ignite with her started to churn as Eric's unblinking eyes darkened.
He rose slowly, standing up his full height, calmly, almost as if he was getting ready to leave with her.
'Come here.' He demanded shortly and Pam momentarily thought of retreating, looking at the handle of the door swiftly, when a flare of dominance spiralled through their shared bond from him to her. Quickly, Pam considered better and turned back to Eric.
She made her way round the desk and stood in front of him, eyes curiously and somewhat defiantly meeting his own unreadable stare, swiftly returning her gaze down however by the sheer intensity of his stare and cold hints of a smile at the corner of his lip.
She felt his fingers tap her chin to coax her to look at him. When she had, his hands swiftly fell to her shoulders. Heavy, solid, grounding her to the spot, like a fawn in a wolf's hold.
'When I give you an order Pamela, I don't expect it to be taken as a joke or disregarded. Your disobedient flare may be humorous at times, but not this time. You act on your bad habit and you will be punished. I know you too well Lilla- do not test me on this one.' He drawled slowly between clenched teeth, his hands tightly gripping her shoulders now.
Pam shuddered inwardly, settled her uneasiness and found her voice once more.
"But Eric, it's only every…" She went to protest needlessly for within a flash Eric had moved his large hands to either side of her face, pulling her towards his own, forcing her on tip toe before bending to close the rest of the gap between them.
His fangs menacingly dropped on their own accord; and being so in tune with her maker, Pam's did too. It was not a challenge but a reaction on her part. He briefly noted, as he always did when she fanged, how elegant even her canines were compared to his large, broad pair. He smiled simultaneously affectionate and dominant in tone as he spoke.
"You are not to go to the Vampire Era Ball Pamela. Do I make myself clear?"
She tried to nod, futilely, as he held her face tight still, and so tried to shrug out of his grip. He held her steadfast.
'Okay Eric, I understand.' She sighed out in a somewhat bark, meeting his gaze defiantly. Her fangs had retreated already; a sign of submissive acceptance. It still wasn't enough however for Eric, so accustomed to Pam's rebellious and insubordinate streak over the years; and so, when he raised his eyebrows, she knew what he was waiting for.
She groaned again, deflating further still, seemingly growing smaller in stature.
"I will not go to the Vampire Era Ball tonight, Eric, despite really looking forward to it for literally ages and having already sought you and I brilliant outfits." She couldn't help but get her annoyances across, he almost grinned as she somehow managed to stomp her foot in protest despite balancing on tiptoes.
Eric had to control the urge to grin further still when she added "I really wanted to go and you knew that." The pout increased as she pushed his barely contained humour to fruition.
"It's so unfair Eric." She finished softly and there was no stopping the laugh he had try to supress. He wasn't laughing at her as much as himself and his sudden reminder of just how young his still so young child was acting. In every way she was matching her petulant human-akin age, a barely emerging pubescent without any of the emotional intelligence yet of maturity and adolescence. She would be some time off that still.
Holding her gaze for a moment, inwardly taking in the face of his child in with proud eyes, indulging in the close contact of her next to him and letting the sensation of love fill him at the sight of her defiance; he sobered up and readied himself for further pouting and petulance as he metaphorically put his foot down.
He did know, of course, that she was excited for the ball but he had heard rumours and intel that it was not safe. He wasn't usually paranoid but something about this one bothered him. He had told her once already that plans had changed and that they would not be attending the ball this time. When he thinks back to how she had snorted almost indignantly with a humorous smile as she replied "yeah, alright then, we're not going." He should have really paid more attention clearly and made sure she really understood.
He trained his face back to the serious and powerful presence she had needed then, clearly, and again needed now at this moment; hoping there would be no need for him to exert any further control or power for her to listen properly.
'It is, I know. Unfair but settled. You will accompany me to dinner instead.' He said firmly but soundly, hoping to distract her from their clash of dominance and argument; a clash Pam would never, could nor should ever win.
She didn't answer but made some compliance of a noise as she managed to shrug out of his grasp, nodded reluctantly, keeping his gaze for a fleeting second before turning to leave.
"10 o clock, be there.' He said to her retreating back. Again, she did not answer but threw a backwards finger in his direction. He grinned mischievously. She really couldn't help herself sometimes.
Had Eric been less busy at that moment, or had he decided to revel in Pam's emotions through their connection more; he would have felt the all too present defiance and growing thrill of Pam's well established and undeniably wild, free streak gleefully encouraging Pam to rebel. After all, Eric hadn't commanded her had he, so he couldn't be serious, could he?
Well, there is the first chapter. Second tomorrow. This has been a cumulation of years of Paric fiction admiration, of so many writers, Lady Dudley, Queen of Candyland, and Mistressofthepink to name a few who kept this happy distraction alive for me. I am now adult and a teacher and ASD and this has been cathartic, so whether or not you review; thank you whole heartedly for reading.