Chapter nine
"Pam what happened to you? what have you done" he said worry fresh in his tone " you lost that right to ask me question when you released me and on top of that fucked some bitch who you've only known for like two seconds" she said the tears threatened again but she blinked them away " Pamela she's my sister" he said softly pam stopped dead In her tracks and spoke again " I can't keep pretending that everything's alright…no one in this world loves you as much as I do ,Eric and you need to know that right now, I can't deal with you being around if your gonna keep doing this to me. I can't keep your baby I mean who the fuck am I kidding I'm not mother material this thing is better off dead because that's what it's gonna be if im its…I just can't do this oh and after all our years together you forgot to tell me you have a sister who you've known for how ever fucking long and you were probably only fucking her a few decades ago " pam was serious normally would give in to all of his Viking charm but for the first time she was actually serious, "come on Pamela you don't mean that" he said catching an unneeded breath, and with that she went right up to him and made an attempt to slap him clean across the face, but he knew what was coming. He was always one step ahead of her with his one thousand year old Viking vampire god like abilities, "let go of me you fucking bastard, I hate you" she shrieked attacking his chest but all he did was pull her into a tight embrace, she melted into his hold sobbing pathetically into his chest, he wore nothing but his boxers know, his hair tussled from the rough play him and Nora had participated in earlier. When she finally calmed down she withdrew, looking him straight in the eyes "why didn't you tell me you had a sister?" Pam questioned wiping at the blood tears that had messed up her eye makeup.
"Now is not the time we have to deal with the new programme or whatever the fuck they've made it now" he begun, but was cut off by Pam pushing past him and making her way up to the shit hole of a bar they called Fangtasia , "Pam" she heard him call after her followed by his footsteps. It was then she was met with the sight of brunette hair, dip died a rusty blonde at the end in full combat. "She's in the fucking authority, Eric" she shrieked, which made the sister of her maker turn around "you must be Pamela" she said with a smirk her green eyes meeting those of pam's blue ones, Pam turned around to look at Eric his face looking regretful, then her sight turned to the smashed up glasses on the bar. "And yet it's the perfect time to screw her on top of the fucking bar" Pam shrieked grabbing the nearest chair and throwing it at both of them. "And just when I thought I could take anymore" she begun but was greeted by the door of Fangtasia swinging open.
Bill Compton, Sookie and Jessica entered, "oh well this is fucking great" Pam cried dropping the bottle of Tru Blood she hadn't even realised she was holding. "What's the matter Pam hormones" Sookie challenged, "don't start with me you fucking fairy cunt" cried Pam trying her best to get it together, and she mentally kicked herself at the thought that she was failing miserably, "where the fuck is Tara?" Pam asked turning to Jessica and Bill.
They both exchanged grave looks, "T- Tara's dead Pam" Jessica choked out her voice cracking on the last sentence. It was then Pam felt the pathetic feeling of grief well up from her core right to the top of her head and down to her toes. Eric was the one to catch her as she sank slowly to the floor clutching her chest as if finding it hard to breath. Everything was going silent as if there was no sound to the world, it was the distinct words from Eric that bought her back to her senses, "leave us" she heard Eric say and with that everybody was out of the bar, Nora in Eric's office.
It was then Pam let out a distraught cry and started sobbing, she sobbed hard so hard in fact that her fragile body shook with the force, she felt numb inside the only reminder of her still being present was the flutter of the child within her womb and Eric's hand weaving through her hair. "I'm so sorry" she heard him say his voice heavy with emotion, his Swedish accent making itself known always a sign of deep affection. It was then she felt the familiar touch of a hand she hadn't felt in a long time, since 1906.
Flashback 1906:
"I should get back to tending em' Horses" came the voice of Colin standing to his full height of 6ft 3 his shaggy dark brown hair, sticking to his tanned skin. He looked glorious in the moonlight, Pam stepped out of the darkness her blue eyes alit burning like blue flames in the light of the moon. "Don't worry you're ok, I promise it won't hurt" she said as the spell of glamouring fell upon him, "what won't hurt" but he didn't get to finish his sentence as Pam's fangs sliced into his neck.
Pam gasped reaching out towards the ghost of her fallen progeny Colin and then like magic he was gone. She got loose of Eric's grasp and made for the bar where she started stacking Tru Bloods at super speed. When she was met with a vice grip on her fore arm, "Pamela stop" came the voice of her maker as he turned her around to face him wiping away the tear that she had let slip, she was in emotional turmoil which couldn't be fixed. She was broken.
He forced her chin up to look at him and she took in an unneeded shuddering breathe as her eyes met the sea blue ones of Eric's. Then close her eyes as she felt his lips brush against hers, she wanted to hit him, slap him, scream at him but the touch was to intimate, too familiar to deny she needed to be close to someone to feel something again or she would go insane. The infant inside her squirmed, "I'm so sorry, Pamela I never meant to hurt you and I swear I'll fix this, I love you and our baby. But I swear the only thing I lied to you about was Nora and that was it…please forgive me Pamela" he said desperation evident in his tone.
Pam closed her eyes as she let more tears slide down her eyes and then his lips crashed to hers as they participated in a heated kiss. He pulled her body flush to his her swollen stomach meeting his muscular tone. It appeared he was fully dressed now back in his combat attire. "Eric we have a problem" came the voice of
