Pam lay in a warm bath, filled to the top with bubbles, her long icy hair up in a delicate knot. There was a knock on the bathroom door,

'everything okay in there Pam' came the voice of the baby red head Jessica

' peachy' Pam shot back eyeing her swollen ankles,

'Bill and I are just popping to Sookie's, we'll be back in about half an hour'

Pam hesitated smirking before replying 'fine'.

She waited until she heard the front door shut and the sound of the others descending away from Bill's home, then she was up and out of the bath. It took her a good half hour to get change, and then she took to the skies. She flew for hours enjoying the feeling of the wind going through her hair and the ability to finally see the sun after one hundred years. She felt her infant shift with approval probably thinking the same thing. She landed in France at night fall, she knew this would be the exact place he would come first and she could smell his stench all over the building that fresh smell of blood, there were humans around. This place bought back memories…

Rhonde Valley, France 1986

Pam watched as Eric sat lip locking with his new French lady he had just picked up, her name was Sylvie and she was an under graduate who wanted to finish university. Pam had thought that she was just a phase of Eric's until he started actually caring for the girl, she hated it, Eric WAS HERS! I mean they were still having sex and their relationship was still on fire but he had cast her aside as of late for this human. Pam watched on feeling a heavy sadness fill her soul, Nan Flanagan had just given them a threat and Eric being the ignorant man he was ignored her completely telling her to

'go fuck herself'. Pam could not take it anymore and she practically felt the hair on the back of neck rise, the big fireball that was her anger building within her,

"that woman was authority Eric and you just told her to go fuck herself, we need to leave tonight" She said letting the cold icy tone in her voice shield her fear. Eric continued to caress Sylvie's face who was staring at him with loving eyes,

"I like France" he uttered absent minded before a grin split his lips and he turned to meet her eyes. That was all he saw, Sylvie he shifted his fingers to Sylvie's tanned cheek and he continued his previous task. She pushed down the fury yet again, before biting out

"Jesus Christ, bring her with if you want too but let's go" Pam stammered out feeling desperate and not able to hide the harsh edge in her voice this time,

"Sylvie wants to finish university" Eric announced with a slight grin knowing exactly how to push her,

"she wants to what" Pam asked feeling the hurt and jealousy well up inside her,

"she starts it in august" he said pushing her even farther. Pam was just about ready to explode by this point,

"I am as big a fan of the French dicks just as you are of a French vagina, Eric but come back to earth she's just a human" pam spat and she was starting to wish that she hadn't spoken those words. She could feel Eric tense up through the bond jealousy, very nearly seeing it floating off him at the word

'dicks' probably reminding him of what they once were before he had met Sylvie. He planted a sweet kiss on Sylvie's lips before turning his attention back to Pam and she rose an eyebrow not amused, watching his every move as he got off his feet standing to his full height, using his six foot four tallness to an advantage as he towered over her. He grabbed her by the arm swiftly guiding her into a corner by a small coffee table.

"We've been together how long know Pam" he asked as his icy blue eyes met those of hers, that always had the power to shut her up.

"Eighty one years" Pam murmured,

"and those eighty one years have I ever failed to protect you" he asked.

'Shit' she thought he had her now, she swallowed the lump in her throat, "no" she breathed out her voice cracking on the last word,

"you are my progeny, you do not fall in line with Miss Flanagan or the authority, you fall in line with me" he finished his face taking on a hard edge.

Pam nodded trying her best swallow the lump in her throat, but she was way past the stage she could feel the bloody tears starting to spill out of her tear ducts and down her cheeks. Eric's face twisted in confusion as he watched her turn away from him.

"Pam" she heard him call after her but her bedroom door was shut and locked in a minute flat.

Pam's chest heaved with unnecessary breath, she could feel the gaping hole where her heart use to be burning and the bond shaking so violently with Eric love and need to comfort her. She had to make it end, so she shut him out and crashed to the bed in a dramatic heap, she started to sob the blood tears from her eyes leaving scarlet stains on the bedding. She could hear Eric's footsteps coming down the hall and then was met with his fist banging on the chestnut door of her bedroom.

Pam opened her eyes as the memory washed over her and felt as her and her makers baby twist within her she rubbed her swollen womb "let's go find daddy" she smiled her voice full of sarcasm she didn't care that she had spoken that aloud either...

it was time to face Eric. She walked into the mansion, and started towards the basement as soon as she entered, making her way down the creaking stairs. She let out an audible gasp and she was met with the sight of Eric balls deep in some random just as the prostitutes orgasm ripped the room. She felt the hunk rise up in her throat and swallowed it making her way back into the hallway, clinging onto a nearby banister as she blinked the tears away but she couldn't help the involuntary whimper that exited her throat, this was probably his revenge on her for that fat asshole back in bon temps and she fucking deserved it. She was about to leave, when she turned the corner to find Eric standing there like a brick wall blocking her path.

"Move" Pam blurted trying to push him away,

"no like I said before you need to hear me out" Eric ground out,

"no Eric I came here to apologize because I didn't, I didnt want you to think of me...that way with him I is this you trying to hurt me...well solid try it worked thank you eric you have really made the fucking grade you know what –just get out of the way, you keep fucking up it's like I don't even know you anymore I told you earlier that it was over, so you can do as you wish with that fucking slut" she shrieked trying to dash past you but she felt him grasp her arm in a tight grip and he spun her round.

je ne suis pas une salope' the prostitue called from around the corner

'oh belive me honey ive been in your position, and unless you get lucky like I did your always gonna be a dick sucking hooker ' she bellowed back

"I'm sorry Pam ok, I just needed some time to clear my head, I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you and our daughter but please I need you" he begged desperately cupping her cheeks she winced in pain feeling a sharp jab in the bottom of her stomach which caused her to hold her back

'Pam?' he questioned staring at her

'are you okay is it the baby'

'I'm fine just-she looked at him beginning to melt a little but she told herself to stay strong as he pinned her with his piercing gaze

'I'm sorry too,-she whispered sadly-but from now on this between us is business, you can be in the babies life as much as you want, I hope you will be

' her maker stared at her, not quite believing what she had just said, the whore Eric had been fucking was peeking out the door,

'No please carry on with your…Fucking I'm going to change' the female spat gathering all of her dignity raising her chin then eslkung away from her maker.

Pam began striding up the staircase, entering the main hallway and opening the door of her old room. It hadn't changed…much, she had sorted something's out a few months ago when Eric had still been away. The cold woman lay on the bed, marvelling up at the ceiling, suddenly her unborn child began swimming around; Pam lifted up her shirt, shock painting her face as a small bulge moved around her stomach, what was this, was this labour, would her daughter burst out any minute, the female placed a hand on her rounded stomach, tracing a finger over the babies foot, bum or whatever the hell it was, she smiled so much that she was surprised it didn't reach her ears.

Pam awoke the next morning, with a warm putrid feeling rising in her wind pipe,

'fuck' she croaked shaking and sweating, she sprinted towards the restroom clasping in front of the toilet; she leaned over heaving into the toilet's bowl an acidy bitter taste tingling her mouth, nothing came up, but the burning sensation stayed in the left side of her throat. Pam walked down the stairs, unsettling poking her abdomen

'Eric?' she mumbled as she made her way to the kitchen, he must have been out or really pissed if he wouldn't answer to his name. She plodded towards the refrigerator and cracked it open, the euphoric rich smell of blood hit her senses, she hadn't feed in fourteen hours and it was now nightfall around, six o clock, she grabbed an o negative her favourite, and took a seat on the crème tiffany couch, the female swigged the blood down in grease speed, but as soon as she did the wave of nausea hit her square in the chest and this time she knew she would vomit. She vamped it to the kitchen, sticking her head into the sink and letting the hot greasy substance leave her lips, tears ran down her face, she hated being sick, it had always been that way even in her human life,

'Pam?' she heard her makers voice, she spun around wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

'I'm fine it's just-she hesitated thinking about what to call it- around the clock sickness' she giggled, a small smile painted Eric's face but it soon disappeared,

'listen Pam, I thought about what you said, you were right, its better if were just business partners, all this arguing is too much work, leave it to normal couples' Pams heart sank but she covered it up with a nod,

' well I'm glad you feel the same way', her maker smiled again stepping out of the room.

Pam ran a sweaty hand through her hair swallowing vastly she managed to pull herself together enough before her emotions betrayed her and more dilatant tears scratch down her cheeks ruining her makeup, her maker came back in holding a phone and shiting a brick

' I have to get back to shrieve port- he spat- sookie's in trouble, you stay here, we can't risk anything happening to you while your…pregnant ' Pam rolled her eyes and flashed him a famous movie star grin

' go Eric you know me always surviving on my own' there was an awkward silence for a while before the Viking broke it '

Pam is there something you want to say to me' he stated his eyebrows climbing slightly

'you tell me' the blonde female tested making the bitchiness in her voice known

' look Pamela I don't have fucking time for your mood swings you've made it clear how you feel, but Sookie needs my help now.

I should be back by dawn be back be back before dawn' the Viking god stated before tornadoeing out the door, 'yeah assuming sookie doesnt fall onto your lap- she snapped...whatever' the female spat vamping to the door and closing it behind him.

'Careless bastared' she uttered thumping the door before reclaiming her seat on the couch.

Thanks for reading this chapter will hopefully update tomorrow xx