Serena Duval; a brown haired, brown eyed French woman who she and Eric had met a few years ago while on holiday in Paris, the same woman who Pam knew Eric had been thinking about a lot since his last solo visit to France a few months ago. Not that she'd blame him. She'd been alive now for over 100 years and she could easily count on one hand the women on the same level as Serena beauty-wise. Serena also had another advantage, her relation to an equally beautiful Frenchwoman; Sylvie, her Aunt. She didn't think that Serena was aware of Sylvie and Eric's history and she wasn't going to be the one to tell her. Part of Serena's sex appeal, aside from her appearance, was her confidence in herself. Telling her about Sylvie could destroy that….especially in regards to her complicated relationship with Eric. Sadly, Serena had a rather large disadvantage…a rich, influential, jealous husband. One who she'd married before meeting Eric. Serena was the only married woman that Eric had ever gotten involved with. He hated the drama associated with a married woman and yet, he'd jumped at his chance with Serena and she'd been stuck in his head since. Serena and her husband had a very simple relationship. They both had affairs and didn't lie about them but they were still married and sometimes, Pam even believed they were in love. She just dreaded the day when Eric would eventually expect her to choose between him and her husband. She could only hope that Serena wouldn't break her maker's heart. Pam walked through the Rhone Valley courtyards, unsurprised by Eric's location. This was where they'd loved when they were in Southern France. She looked at Serena and the brunette shrugged.
"This was the only place he mentioned to me before he left" she shrugged and Pam nodded and walked through the stone arch and then down into the underground space, sighing when she caught Eric's scent.
"Un-fucking-believable" she commented and Serena shrugged at her eye roll. She walked down the stairs, followed by Serena and they both stopped at the bottom of the staircase.
"He won't take my blood. I don't understand" commented a French blonde as she hurried past them in lace lingerie and they looked at the brunette in black and red lace. Pam gasped and heard Serena gasp when they looked at Eric, the brunette hurrying past them. She felt her eyes water and didn't pull away when she felt Serena grab her hand.
"You found me" he said with a weak, chocked voice. Her maker looked weak and sick and she could see his veins. He'd drunk the poisoned Tru Blood.
"How long?" she asked, a blood tear falling from her eye.
"Eric" she said softly and he looked at her and then Serena.
"Can you repeat the question?" he asked, softly.
"How long have you been sick?" she asked.
"Saw the first signs last month" he asked and she felt Serena still.
"Me" she breathed.
"No" Eric instantly told her and Pam looked at him.
"When you were in St. Petersburg" she figured and he looked at her.
"Don't act all surprised. I searched the whole fucking planet for you. Wasn't until I got to St. Petersburg that a guy mentioned seeing you with a stunning brunette with an accent" she told him and he gave her a weak grin.
"St. fucking Petersburg, Eric?" she asked.
"You know how I hate the Russian people" she added.
"Well, I didn't know you were gonna come looking for me" he replied, softly.
"Yeah? Then why'd you keep on moving?" she asked and she heard Serena stifle a giggle and Eric chuckled.
"Congratulations Pam, you outwitted me. But only because I'm not well" he mused and Serena walked to his side, bending down to look at him and he looked at her.
"Why didn't you say anything to me?" she asked, softly and he looked at her and Pam saw the look on his face….a look she hadn't seen in a long while.
"I didn't want that look on your face" he replied and Serena smiled softly.
"What did you expect? I care about you" she said softly and Pam looked at them.
"Me too" he said softly.
"Tara met the true death" Pam said softly and they both looked at her.
"I felt it last night on my way here" she explained and he looked at her.
"She was my progeny, Eric. You're not gonna say anything?" she asked.
"Did you play the bucket game?" he asked and she and Serena frowned at him.
"I did" she answered.
"Oh. I like the bucket game" he mused.
"What is wrong with you?" she asked, walking towards him.
"You are Eric fucking Northman. You don't give up, you fight" she told him.
"Fight's over, Pam" he answered and she saw Serena still.
"It can't be" she refused.
"Godric. Nora. And yes…Sylvie too" he said and she saw Serena pale under her olive skin.
"Sylvie?" she breathed and Eric looked at her as she stood.
"Serena…" Pam began.
"My Aunt, Sylvie?" she asked, looking at Eric who just blinked at her.
"Oh mon Dieu" she muttered, her native language coming out as her eyes watered.
"Serena…" Pam began again, moving towards the brunette who stepped back.
"That's why you've been visiting me, because of my Aunt. It had nothing to do with me being not being yours. It was because you missed her" she ranted, angry and hurt and Pam sighed.
"I guess you were the reason she was killed too" she said coldly and Pam looked at her as Eric stilled.
"Wait…" he began.
"Nice to know that even after she's gone, I'm still second fucking best" she snarled and ran out and she sighed.
"Shit" she muttered and then looked at Eric, seeing the far off look on his face. She wondered if he was thinking of his history with Sylvie or Serena.
"Did you contract the virus on purpose?" she asked.
"On purpose, no. But did I go about my dealing with a devil-may-care attitude? Absolutely" he replied and she looked at him, walking to sit on the chaise lounge beside him.
"You can't give up, Eric. With an ample blood supply vampires are living long and longer with this disease. And who knows? They're working on a cure. They could have one soon. Please. I will help keep you well until…" she mused, pleadingly, fading off at the end.
"Why?" he asked.
"Do you regret the choice you made that night?" she asked with a slight sob.
"I made the only choice I could" he answered.
"Then don't make me watch this. Don't make me watch as you had to watch Nora" she said as he talked over her.
"I released you some time ago. You're free to leave" he said and she whimpered.
"Do not do this to me" she begged with a sob.
"Goddam you" she cursed.
"For more than a thousand yours, the world has been my oyster" he mused.
"And it still can be" she said as she cried.
"I'll do anything" she pleaded.
"I've lost my taste for oysters, Pam" he said softly.
"No" she whispered.
"You should go" he said and she cried and got up and walked to the stairs and then paused.
"Sarah Newlin" she said turning to look at him, seeing his eyes closed.
"What about her?" he asked.
"What if I told you Jason Stackhouse let her live?" she mused and his eyes opened and he looked at her.
"He didn't" he said.
"He did. And she's out there" she said.
"Where?" he asked.
"No one's seen her. I have to imagine she's in hiding somewhere" she said and saw his furious look and her heart leapt as he slowly stood up.
"Well, let's go find her. Shall we?" he mused and she smiled softly. Pam looked at Eric as they flew over Paris.
"Eric, you have to stop" she said softly and he looked at her, from the sofa opposite her on the private plane.
"I didn't mean to hurt her" he said softly and she nodded.
"I know but she had to find out at some point and it was inevitable that knowing would hurt her. You just need to give her time to get through it. I'm sure if you see her again, she'll come around" she said and he looked at her.
"No. She knows now, I won't allow myself to have her back to break her heart when I'm gone" he refused and she sighed. Soon, he began feeding from the pretty brunette stewardess.
"We should make touchdown in Baton Rouge, Louisiana at 6:31pm local time" she announced primly and Eric pulled back his fangs.
"Baton Rouge?" he asked.
"I thought we'd start with Senator Finch" she replied, drolly as she flicked through a magazine.
"If Sarah was gonna reach out to anyone, it would be him" she explained.
"Tell the captain there's been a change of plans" he told the stewardess.
"We'll be landing in Shreveport" he told her and she looked at him.
"Shreveport? What the fuck for? There is nothing left for us there" she said and he looked at her.
"There's Willa" he replied and she looked at him.
"Eric…you abandoned her. She probably hates you just like Tara hated me" she said.
"I don't care if she hates me" he growled and she looking away, sadly.
"I'm sorry about Tara" he said and she looked at him.
"But Willa is my progeny and she is still alive. I need to see her before I die" he said and she sighed.
"You're dying?" the stewardess asked.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you?" Eric asked, calmly.
"Congratulations, Victoria. You are now a proud carrier of the Hepatitis V virus" he said.
"This is what I do for a living. I'm gonna lose my job because of you" the woman gasped and Pam sighed, looking up at the woman.
"I am terribly sorry about that. Now go tell him" he said and she sighed and heard the woman storm off. Pam looked at Eric as they talked through their past with Shreveport before they landed. She couldn't remember any truly happy moments in that stupid hillbilly town.
