"I said I'm not sorry" Godric repeated his silvery eyes suddenly filled with bewilderment. Pam swallowed the lump she felt start to burn in her throat.
"Yeah, I know what you said but why aren't you sorry?" Pam asserted pushing down uncertainty and raising her chin.
Putting on a mask to hide the fear radiating from her.
"because it's been a long time since I've been with someone and when I felt the lust filter through you in the little bond that we have, I felt how much you wanted me in that brief moment and I felt the same" he spoke starting towards the female, she opened her mouth to speak when Eric immerged from the basement. Luggage in hand,
"we're ready" he spat not once looking at her, she could tell he was not in the greatest mood know since the rejection she had submitted him to last night. Godric nodded as his eyes met Eric's and they all made their way to the waiting vehicle outside. Great Godric wanted her and what Godric wanted Godric got not to mention Eric, this would kill him,
The journey to Sweden went quickly, Pam lay secular in a confined space for around five hours with the stomach ache from hell, and she had fallen asleep for at least two hours but the jabbing in her back had woken her up the time was coming up for half ten, the sun had long since set, they would land before dawn so she decided to escape from lock in. her coffin opened with a hiss, the cold woman ascended out promenading towards one of the cramped windows, tiny stars were scattered across the sky, it was almost like god had taken a handful of ruby's and just flung them into the darkness, she smiled at the thought but her content was short lived, she jumped when she felt cold arms wrap around her body, the female spun around angrily but her anger soon turned to disturbance when she realised that it was Godric,
' I should be getting back to bed' Pam avowed awkwardly as she slid from his grip
' sorry Pamela, I probably came on a little strong' her grandmaker stated embarrassment filling his features
'no its fine really' she affirmed trying to fix the uneasiness of the whole situation, she fell into a chair gesturing for Godric to come and join her, he happily obliged
'talk to me Pamela how are you feeling?' Godric conceded with his eyes closed
'im alright, i think she's resting, it's when she's active and moving around when it hurts the most' the female admitted cocking her head to the side
'and apart from that how do you feel emotionally?'
'well aside from Eric I feel…-she trailed off but finished her sentence- scared', the blonde stated pulling her curled hair to fall over one shoulder willing away the tears, 'I've been lost for months in my own little word of shit, for so long that I've forgotten how it feels to trust someone, I kept this baby because…because I thought, that if Eric left… again then I wouldn't be on my own, I used to think I was so lucky,, that he had chosen me, he could have chosen any other prostitute that night anyone that happened to stroll by but- she blinked furiously focusing on Godric-are you listening she asked annoyed her voice cracking on the last part
'yeah sure' Godric mumbled in a dreamy haze
' I aint told this to nobody before…maybe I oughtn't to' she spoke staring down towards bump,
Godric put his hand to her face and wiped the stray tear she had let slip, he drew closer to her, she had been expecting another mistaken kiss but instead his lips met her forehead in a loving peck
' it's okay Pamela- he whispered- everything will be okay' she let out an unneeded shaky breath, leaving her seat and making to the bathroom. The female stared at herself in the mirror, god she looked wrecked her makeup was a terrible train wreck, in her ten decades she had never looked so crap, she huffed picking her make up bag up and off of the floor.
It took her approximately half an hour to finish glamming herself up but when she did she left the bathroom feeling the sudden urge to vomit, she swallowed the bile with a hand clamped over mouth, Godric had slunk back to his travel coffin, and the plane was to land any minute, her maker sat in one of the cream leather chairs texting, she rolled her eyes and took a seat opposite him, looking at her thumbs. the silence was deafening and it drove her insane…it took approximately thirty seconds before the beeping of the buttons threw her over the edge
'Jesus fuck Eric could you turn that shit down or something' her maker blanked her childishly instead turning the ringer up to max, she sighed biting her nails. The plane rocked then came to a halt it had obviously landed she shot from her seat so fast that she almost gave herself whiplash
, Eric tornadoed past her and out the door,
'Where are you going' Pam blared out into the harsh night
'Out' her maker shot back coldly before taking to the skies, the female rolled her eyes
'Godric' she stated vamping to the black coffin and kicking it, the lid cracked open he sat up 'yes dear Pamela' he mussed calmly
'the cars waiting outside…Eric's gone' the female whispered dryly.
Godric was up in a shot,
"what?" he asked his large fangs bared, Pam felt her stomach churn unnecessarily and gulped feeling herself about to cry.
"His gone" she whimpered blinking away the tears, Godric's face twisted into anger as he stormed past Pam he opened the plane door. "Not you too" Pam cried watching as he shot her a sad smile,
"I'm going to get Eric, I won't be long I promise" he uttered before disappearing into the night, the plane door slamming behind him. Pam let out an unneeded gasp, as their air hostess entered the room.
"Miss are you ok" she asked eyes filled with so many questions,
Pam turned to the girl and launched herself at her sobbing pathetically. She could feel the air hostess start stroking her hair and muttering things of non- sense to her, Pam needed to shut her up, and she had to it know. Pam moved her head so that she was now sobbing into the girls shoulder instead and then she bit down, hard. The girl shrieked out but the more she struggled the more out of control, Pam got. The blood started soaking Pam's dress and the girl was starting to go limp in her arms, she had killed her she listened as her heart stopped, felt as her body went icy. Then she realised what she had done, she had killed an innocent woman.
You've killed an innocent woman …
The words rang in Pam's head and she pushed the corpse off gasping heavily as the shock set in, she started shaking her head boarder line hysteria, thinking if she blinked harder and faster enough that the body would fade before her very eyes. The image started blurring as the hunger set in again,
"what's going on back there" came the voice of the pilot,
Pam felt panic well up in her chest and looked around for the nearest piece of clothing she could find to wipe up any evidence. The authority would have her head for this, she found a dress and began scrubbing at the evidence but it just smeared the blood more, she could hear the footsteps of the pilot coming fright started to set in, "what the hell" the pilots voice came again as he was caught with the sight of Pam, trying to clean up evidence. He started to freak out his hands reaching to pull a gun out of his back pocket. He shot But, Pam was on him in a second flat draining him dry of his plasma.
She was going way to fast and it threw her into a frenzy as she ripped the man's head off and then she couldn't stop she grabbed his arms pulling those off too. When she was stopped by the sound of the plane door opening,
"PAMELA, NO!" came the sound of Eric's command, and she did spinning round in the most inhuman way not even she could have fought possible. She was breathing heavily, as Godric vamped it over to check their pulses, they were both dead. Pam watched wearily as his eyes diverted to Eric he shook his head,
'is he breathing' she asked feeling tightness in her throat like she was about to cry
"they are dead" he said swallowing thickly. She then let her eyes drift to Eric's as he grabbed her head in both his hands,
"what have you done?" he asked wiping the blood from her lips,
"I don't know- she was shaking know- but I was so hungry, I just-'she winced feeling a sharp tearing pain in her arm 'fuck' she spat digging the bullet out of a vein the wound closing instantaneously, she sat back in a seat looking at her blood covered hands and trembling
' we need to get her cleaned up- Godric stated looking to Eric
'Pamela come' her maker said lifting her up under one arm and half guiding her half dragging her into the bathroom, she sat on the base of the sink in one of the white tile covered rooms
'Pam take your dress off you need to change into this' Eric's voice was barley a whisper she had shut him out, and her mind wasn't all there
'Pam!' she heard her maker shout sharply which knocked her out of her temporary fog she hissed in pain feeling a jab in her stomach
'ow' she gritted
'you okay?' her maker frowned placing a hand on her stomach
' what if they kill her- she whispered putting her hand on top of her makers hand which was on her rounded womb, blood tears starting to fall down her face- No-she said standing up- no they'll have to kill me first' she ran out of the laboratory and into the base of the plane the bodies had been moved and there was not a spec of evidence, Eric followed behind her
'get in the car pam' he commanded and she did as she was told vamping to the black vehicle and getting in and slamming the door. Eric and Godric were next to her before she could even blink,
"drive" Godric ordered the driver as Pam sat there shaking like a leaf, Eric wrapped his arms around her and this time she didn't try to push away she needed this close contact with someone.
"whats the matter Pamela Are you ok?" she heard him whisper down her ear,
"No I can't do this again not again…" she shrieked pulling away and looking him in the eyes on the verge of hysteria, he looked confused and pulled her who was a sobbing mess into a tight embrace.
"What do you mean again?" his voice coming again with question.
San Francisco, 1887
"You know you have your mother's eyes" came her fat greasy, filthy Uncle Charles's voice down her ear,
she couldn't say anything just sat there frozen as her childhood hero ran his fingers down her back, confusion painted a picture on her young face, this man her uncle, the man she looked up too and loved was known violating her and she didn't understand why.
"Stop" she whispered as he's fingers travelled further down towards her breasts
, he was drunk and by the looks of it he was a mess, he suddenly and forcefully pushed her onto her back pressing firm and disgusting kisses down her neck. The young Pamela pushed against his weight starting to cry but the more she struggled the rougher he got. He had torn her petticoat clean off and he now placed wet kisses on her lips without any hesitation. Digging his nails into her hip… She could feel his erection, she shrieked against him but he slapped hard and sharp across the face shutting her up. The vulnerable teenager stared down towards the floor, the new make up her mother had gotten her for her birthday now ran down her face like a broken clown. He pushed into her hard and fast and where he felt pleasure she felt only pain, his hair hung in a sweaty mess covering his bulky face, he bit his bottom lip disgustingly to keep from moaning out in triumph, her virginity was gone. Gone and all to the monster she called uncle. She cried out from pain as she felt him bust her open then she started sobbing hysterically. He was not going to stop. She could feel as her walls tightened around his girth against her will and she felt as he came inside her and she did the same, screaming from the brutality. He stroked within her two more times then finally removed himself from her, getting dressed and leaving the way he came in not before turning around and saying in that greasy slivery threatening voice
'I will not be gone long my love' his voice was choked like he was about to cry. That fat son of a bitch, she hated him.
The sixteen year old sat up slowly her head ached, could this had been her fault had she led him on all these years she didn't know. She reached under her special couch cushion for the splintery hair barrette
"Uncle Charles?" she asked practically spitting out the words like poison, as the greasy man turned round slowly. She thrust the barrette into his chest and then she couldn't stop watching as the blood oozed from his wound and covered what little ripped clothes she had left.
She started to answer question as she felt the memory rinse over her and an involuntary shudder went through her.
'I killed him' she whispered
'killed who- he began but
she cut in 'my uncle on my sixteenth birthday' she shook her head feeling tears spill over 'no one believed me...they all said that I was lying like I always did and that I should of just kept my mouth shut'
her maker frowned showing no sign of understanding
'I had...I had, had enough and that night he...he came into my room and he...-she squeezed her eyes shut- he raped me-she finished- I couldn't believe what had just happened I thought that maybe if I denied it, it it wouldn't be true, by the end of the night he was dead because of me...I sat there for about two minutes staring at his gross...fat dead corpse. -she broke down this time the tears spilling over once again-before that I loved him so much he would take me everywhere with him mom used to call me his little shadow he was funny, he made everyone laugh...I used to cuddle him all the time...thinking nothing of it he told me I was special and I believed it, he started of just touching, I didn't know what to do, he made it feel...normal but I knew it wasn't... anyway in the day he carried on as normal making everyone laugh, it happened once and I knew if I left it that it would happen a second time he wouldn't stop so, I ended it once and for all, but the truth is I liked the attention, nobody ever noticed me or what was happening in my life...he made me feel...grown up, he said i was special, anyway around two years after, when i pulled my first job at the brothel I met this other girl...suzane, she couldnt have been much older than me, she spoke about this man from when she was around, seventeen, she told she met him in a bar, Charlie she said his name was, and thats when i knew, I knew there were more, and when i found out there were others i was jealous how sick? how sick is that?, I thought were they better looking than me? he was lying he said i was the only one he said i was special... there was this man. Derek. he was so disgusting, i dont know why i went there, its i wanted it to happen again or something.
Eric looked lost for words after a few moments of silence he muttered,
'Im so sorry pamela'
She left out a barely audible sob the relief of telling somebody after years of it happening lifting of her shoulders, she had told Eric everything...Everything but that
she threw herself back into him crying silently into his shirt,
Eric swallowed thickly trying to contain his own tears,which he thankfully succeeded in doing,
when they reached their destination, it was beautiful with white bricks and pretty charcoal gunmetal grey shutters. The lawn was a healthy green and she was sure that that it was a perfectly manicured lawn but she couldn't tell because it was covered in a blanket of snow. A shiny silver porch with blacked out windows parked in the driveway. Red rosebushes
And flowerbeds were lining the whole front of the house. They made their way out of the car and Pam lost her balance almost falling and cracking her head on the car door. But Eric caught her before she could fall, his blue eyes meeting hers. She looked away not able to maintain his trade mark stare and got to her feet straightening out her dress and giving her swollen stomach a pat, dammit she wouldn't last long to that.
It was then she was interrupted from her train of thought when she heard movement in the boot of the car, she looked to Godric and Eric. Eric diverted eye attention from her so she knew it was his doing, she strutted over to the car boot and opened the car boot,
"Sookie?" Pam spat her face twisting in anger and confusion, her eyes diverted to Eric's with rage as Sookie started to stir awake.
'Okay eric, seriously you need to decide me or her either way just do us all a favour And Pick a bloody side!' she screamed shoving against him and speeding into the house.
"Pam" she heard him shout after her but she was already in the house.
Pam sat at the dressing table pulling her hair up in the knot like her mother had shown her to do many years ago, she heard the door open and turned around to see Eric standing in the doorway.
"What do you want?" she asked dryly, funnily enough she had gone way past the stage of caring about what Eric did with that little bitch anymore. She felt his hand stroke though her hair, but she flipped him off.
"I'm sorry but I needed to know that she was safe i already chose you pam i hope you know that" he confessed sounding ashamed,
"I understand...why are you here Eric' the female coughed her throat suddenly tight
'I found something that belongs to you' he admitted 'and we need to talk'
She huffed staring into the opaque mirror to look at him
'Well what is it' she burst out impatiently
Its nothing important' her maker stated with a smirk
'Well it's clearly something...tell me' he knew she hated when he did that and the fact that he did it to be irritating pissed her off even more
'Eric-she began but he Cut her off
'close your eyes' he demanded she paused giving him a blank stare then obeyed,
she shifted uncomfortably when she felt a cold object slide around her neck
'Open your eyes Pam' he commanded again
she did as she was told her eyes widening
the gold necklace she had worn the night they had met In that alleys well over one hundred year's ago
the female pressed her lips together getting out of the chair to stand front of him
'were did you find it...I thought I'd lost it' she whispered feeling choked up
' you were a careless baby vampire remember?'
Shit that did it Pam felt a sob escape from her lips the tears following close behind
'I don't know what to say- she started but flinched hearing sookir's voice
'Eric' she heard the faerie call from down the hall, her makers muscles tense at the mention of his name, his blue eyes still mounting into her similar ones
'you should go- Pam insisted wiping the crimson tears that had slipped - Please' she added looking down at herself,
Eric huffed and in the blink of an eye was gone, the cold woman got up from the seat she had taken in front of the mirror, and began striding towards the Chester wardrobe in the left side of the room, she opened it and was greeted with the sight of a vintage noir dress.
The dress fit her like a glove, it was a sexy sleeveless form fitting black dress that fell over her rounded stomach perfectly, and ended just above her knee, the top was made entirely of lace that went down diagonally from her left shoulder to just above her right breast, she had let her long blonde hair once again fall over her shoulders and her lips were painted a dark rouge, she trudged down the hallway feeling punch drunk, running a hand over her face, she shook herself off. She found the door that lead to parlour and heard the faeries voice, the female opened the door in a dizzy mess,
'whoa' Pam trilled holding onto the frame,
'Pam are you okay- the faerie blurted with general concern-you know what said- her voice trailed off as the female vampire shot her an ice cold glare
'what did doctor Lugdwig say' her maker questioned looking to Sookie and then back to her
'it isn't important' Pam snapped back sharply hiking into the kitchen and snatching a true blood from the refrigerator.
'Pamela' roared her maker, ripping the tru blood from her grasp.
"hey- she shrilled looking at the tru blood he held in his right hand-WHAT!" she shrieked pushing him back a few steps but dropping the tru blood he grabbed both her wrists and trapped them between their bodies.
"Tell me" he growled his lips inches from hers, the sexual tension between them was only mountain the longer they stayed away from each other.
"I'm sick but it's not that serious" she bleated diverting eye attention to his mouth, god he didn't know how much she wanted him but her own selfish needs would have to wait.
"What?" he asked a flash of guilt and fear in her eyes,
"it's called preeclampsia I'm meant to be on bed rest that's why I keep bleeding" she whispered her voice cracking on the last note.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked looking hurt
"I didn't think it was important" Pam spat out the words like poison, yep that definitely hurt.
"Well it is to me, Pamela, Min Kärlek you're my life and our daughter" he said pulling her into a tight embrace. She let him have this, it was then she felt the hot putrid bile again rising in her throat,
She shifted against him, tipping her head into the sink and dropping the whole load, it came out so fast she was surprised she didn't pass out from the velocity of it.
'Eric can we talk' the faerie demanded entering the kitchen, Pam rolled her eyes Eric looked at his progeny, who nodded in response, her maker left and his maker came in shutting the door behind him, he had changed out of his white robes and know was wearing casual attire,
'Pam- he began
'shut the door' she broke in raising his eyebrows he abided
'what' Godric put in looking puzzled, her lips were on his in a second flat and when they came up for air he looked baffled
'but- he started again but she stopped him again by saying
' Eric doesn't have to know about us. All that matters is when I snap my fingers you come running' the female breathed seductively before lip locking him again.
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