A/N: Not a long wait at all for the second installment. This second chapter features Pam and Eric. I'm not a hater on that ship whatsoever (even though some of them Paric lovers can't stand Tara for whatever the hell reason and that's where my problem lies). I just feel that Pam has outgrown needing her Maker in the way that the first couple seasons (and the last season) depicted on the show. But I respect their bond and feel that when she really needs him, he will always be there for her. So here it is. Drop a line or two to let me know what you think. Happy Reading!
"Pamela, calm down," Eric said smoothly, watching his incensed progeny pace and cry. Her pain smelled like rainwater and though he had Released her years ago, he wanted to comfort her somehow.
"Don't tell me to calm down," the blonde all but growled, turning to face him, her face streaked with blood, her eyes gone stormy with a chance of lightening, "She basically put me in the same category as her bitch of a human mother. After she threw two liquor bottles at my head. I don't want to calm down, I want to kill something."
"Then kill something, but I promise you it won't make you feel any better," the Viking vampire said, folding his arms across his chest, "How did this start anyway?"
Pam exhaled harshly through her nose and resumed pacing. "I don't fucking know Eric. One moment we're exchanging words, next minute we're in the bar throwing shit around. You know how she is."
"Yes, and I know how you can be too. I distinctly remember you throwing a porcelain tea pot at my head once upon a time. And a candlestick. And then there was the time you put your fist through a portrait that I'd had since the 1700's."
"Shut the fuck up Eric," Pam snapped, eying her Maker with malice in her eyes, beyond peeved that he would bring those incidents up when this was clearly different., "Whose side are you even on?"
Eric chuckled softly, crossing the distance between himself and his eldest in a couple of strides. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I think I'm on logic's side right now Pam. You're my progeny and Tara is yours. You both have Godric's blood running through your veins. I can't just take one side over the other. You both have your ways, your own tempers. And just because you love someone, doesn't mean it will be perfect always. Life doesn't work that way whether you're human or vampire. But you both love each other. Very much. I don't need to be bonded to you to be able to know, see, and feel that."
"When did you get all sappy," Pam sniffled, "Perhaps you should get a job with Hallmark or something."
"Yeah well, I guess there's more to this than just killing, fucking, and laughing. Took me over a thousand years to learn that. Now, go back to your progeny and fix whatever's been strained between you too." He brushed a tear from her cheek and smirked. "Before you ruin your clothes with these and have another reason to be fucking pissed."
"You piss me off," the blonde groused petulantly though she understood what her Maker was saying. She had killed the bond between her and Tara the moment she'd flown out of Fangtasia Revamped but she knew that her progeny was just as hurt and angry as she was and probably wondering where the hell she was even through that anger.
"Everyone pisses you off Pam. Now go."
She didn't need to be told twice.