Chapter One
"Oh my god, Sookie you fucking did it" Pam blustered out, there Eric sat his blue eyes and alabaster skin glinted in the club lights. He sat stretched out like the Viking prince he was and at that moment despite the anger and relief she felt pam wanted him…bad. "Don't worry about before let by gones be by gones, by girls be by girls" She smirked pushing down this unfamiliar emotion that had taken her by surprise an emotion she didn't even know still existed. It was then she received the sight of King Bill Compton. "Oh, hi" she alleged shooting a fake toothy grin.
"What's she doing here?" he questioned his voice taking on a hard rim making Pam snap out of her current day dream and look past her shoulder, to see Tara standing stone faced. It was then pam felt the familiar feeling of guilt overwhelm her, "she's mine I – I made her vampire, while you were gone" the cold woman spit out like honey from her lips, she watched as Eric's eyes shifted from hers to the floor. He then looked at Bill as in to say leave us and so he did him and Tara. "What's wrong, what's happened" Pam started staring her maker in the eyes for the first time in five days, the last time she had saw him he had threatened to kill her. In the blink of an eye Pam was pinned down onto the bar which drew a yelp out of her.
"Where's Russell!" he growled out through clenched teeth, "I don't know" she shrieked as his hold on her throat tightened in a bone shattering motion. "STOP FUCKING LYING" he snarled his nose practically touching hers, "I'm not lying, I swear" she blubbered feeling the red hot multant tears escape from her blue crystals and destined to drip down her snow white skin, his grip instantaneously released at the sight of Pams wailing, Eric hated seeing her cry. "What's happened to you" she whimpered sitting up on the bar, 'you're not normally like this', Eric's back continued to face her 'how could you think that I'd seriously go to the fucking authority, your my maker Eric I care…I would never do anything to jeopardize that" She stammered out she spoke fast her voice taking on a desperate tone, "I trust no one, you shouldn't either" he slivered out the coldness evident in his voice, causing Pam to flinch. It was then she realised what mistake she'd been making, she kept forgiving him and every time he would throw it back in her face.
This time Pam screamed at him "If I mean so little to you then why keep me around me then, why am I even here" that caught her makers ears sharp and he spun around to face her staring at her with an unreadable expression, his pale eyes taking on a hard brink, Pam looked down at the floor then finally plundered up the courage to finish what she had started "Just say the words Eric as your maker I release you…Say it and were done" the words came out small and pathetic. Her sire continued to stare at her with that blank stare as if he had finally seen her for the first time in a decade, she wanted to scream and punch him but what bloody good would that have done he would have probably killed her, her thoughts were interrupted when she felt he maker shove past her obviously making his way to his office. "Im going out" she bellowed after him "Tara don't follow me… that is an order not a request" Pam knew Tara could hear her, Eric obviously didn't care; she was not his problem at the moment.
