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Pam purred. "Then we're on the same page." Aww fuck me.

No wonder I was so fucking miserable. Sookie was the epitome of all things Pam, yet human. There's your answer, Northman.

SPOV

As Pam and I chit chatted, I could see the amusement in Eric's eyes. He was clearly enjoying himself. However, toward the end, when Pam admitted we were on the same page, Eric's face changed. I'd like to say he was horrified, but that couldn't be right. That was clearly not the reaction I wanted out of Northman, I mean.. Eric.

Fuck, since when did I see him as Eric?

Probably when you watched him act like a nice person and treat that girl to a dance?

I mean, when I watched him lure her for a dance and then use her as a human snack?

But it didn't look like he was using her for a snack?

Heh, I probably wouldn't mind being a snack. I know I'd like to nibble on certain parts...

"Sookie!"

And I was slapped out of my fantasy, err... day dream... whatever, by Pam.

"Why, Sookie. I thought we had lost you for a moment." She gave me a knowing smile. Whoa, shit. Play it off.

"Sorry, Pam. I guess I had a bit too much to drink and was lost for a moment."

"Somehow I doubt that. Your pupils aren't that dilated."

Eric huffed indignantly. "Problem, Northman?" I asked.

He looked at Pam. "Jag är klar med detta. Du kan ha henne."

"Varför tror du jag vill ha henne?" I think Pam asked. I wasn't sure.

"Då få ut henne härifrån. Jag är färdig med henne fram och tillbaka skit," he snarled at Pam and climbed out of the booth. We both watched him walk to the office door and knock it open with the palm of his hand. Everyone in the bar heard the slam once he was through.

"What the hell is his problem?" I asked Pam. She snorted.

"Do you really need to ask?"

Duh. "Yea, I do. What is his deal?"

The mirth in her eyes was unnerving. Seriously. "Sookie, Master.. Eric is not used to being obstructed in such a manner. Actually, he's not used to being denied at all and yet that is all you've done since you two met."

Is this vamp serious? Obstructed? How? Denied? Denied what exactly? What the fuck is going on here? I guess my face read like an open book, or maybe it was the flash of anger and hint of irritation I'm sure was shooting from my eyes, but Pam seemed to get the gist of my feelings on this issue. She sighed, needlessly I know now, but she did nonetheless.

"Sookie, I'm sure you've gathered that we vampires are proud. We are quite used to getting what we want, when we want it and how we want it. Sometimes we need to glamour a bit, but for the most part, we spend most of our time getting these things freely. I suspect that Eric assumed that you would be no different and he was a bit shocked. I know he's certainly been quite difficult since then."

And I care how? I signaled the waitress for two bottles of water and listened as Pam went on.

"I'm sure he initially tried to render you awe struck to be in his presence. Given my perception of your personality, I imagine you rebuffed his attempts and then he laid the charm and tried to guilt you into an apology for putting him into his rightful place?"

I sunk lower into my booth and confirmed her version of the events. "Typically, Eric's next move is the glamour. Either he tried it on your some other person initially, but didn't get the desired results out of you, yet again. Did he try to get you to call him Master?"

"Yea and he did it while trying to glamour me too." Pam looked inquisitive.

"Sookie, have you any idea why glamour doesn't work on you?" Considering I didn't know what it was until recently, I'd not the foggiest and I told her as much. She wanted to know what happened next.

"Well, I raised the issue of morality. Pam, why are you looking at me like that? Anyway, then he tried turning the conversation around so I would talk about myself. It was about as charming as a stomach pump."

Pam giggled, "And how did you handle Eric's trying to control the conversation and thus your interview?"

I told her that I didn't and I relayed how I had left Eric that night, including the details of how the tab was paid. I just left out how I know and she didn't ask. I ventured a guess that she had no clue since Eric didn't either and that could only benefit me at this point. Pam looked like if she were human she'd want to bump knuckles with me for the tip incident, but she didn't. I was glad. She told me how that was when Eric's mood went quite sour. She told me of his attempts to find all of the records pertaining to my life, public or not and I giggled when I told her I wasn't surprised. What shocked me most was Pam told me she knew I'd find out. Apparently Eric had underestimated her knowledge of technology and how it can be used to track people digging up information. I was really beginning to Enjoy Pam. When I told her how Eric said he beds his meals nightly, she snorted. Apparently that stopped when he met me. Weird.

I finished my first bottle of water and had sobered up significantly. I told Pam about what happened between Eric and I tonight at my hotel room, she laughed out loud so much that she scared the crap of out me and I choked on my water. She laughed the entire time it took me to recompose myself.

"You slammed the door in his face?" Pam radiated with glee.

"Well, I wouldn't say slam exactly, but... yea." I hung my head in shame. Damn I was rude.

"I can't wait to use this piece. Sookie, have I told you how much I like you tonight?" My jaw dropped.

"Why would you? I mean, what difference does...? What?"

"Sookie, I think Eric has met his match. You two will be perfect for one another." What?

"Perfect as in how?"

"Sookie, you're allegedly smart. Well, strike that. I think you're bloody brilliant. At any rate, you two would make a perfect couple. It's been a long time since I've seen him so interested."

"Pam, I'm about as interested as he appears to be tonight."

"Sookie, if you'd only admitted that previously you two would still be in your hotel room right now resembling two rhinos under a blanket fighting for an apple" Like hell. I don't do dead guys.

"I'm not interested in being some conquest. I don't do relationships and I am not that hard up to lower myself to the Ego King. Besides, I am pretty sure that his feelings reciprocate."

"Right, and that's why we've all had to endure Eric turning into a raging asshole this last few weeks. At least this explains the abstinence."

It was my turn to snort, and I rolled my eyes for good measure. "Whatever. I'm not interested. At all."

"And that's why your pulse quickened, your pupils dilated, your face flushed and you held your breath while he was on the dance floor?" Shit. How did they pick up on this crap? I thought back to how Eric handled the woman. He was so gentle. Hardly the pompous prick I'd have to deal with. Is it so bad? Out of his many years, according to Pam, I finally threw him for a loop. I couldn't comprehend this. I was coming down on my buzz and I needed to sleep. I couldn't deal with this right now. So I wanted Eric Northman and not just to get him out of his pants. So what? I've lusted before. I've bedded some of them. But I don't play well with others, especially when their ego takes up my breathing space. Nope. Not having any of it.

"Pam, it's cute you're so observant. However, I find Eric to be an arrogant shit. I would rather spend my time doing something for fulfilling like, I don't know, picking my nose. He's so busy stroking himself, he's not even capable of conversation. His looks may be redeeming in value with him, but it takes a lot more than a pretty face to lure me in, especially when it is accompanied by a vacant personality." Pam looked up over my head and I turned to follow her gaze. Eric was standing behind me, and the hurt expression on his face made my lungs deflate. My own ego soon followed. The hurt on his face was replaced with anger and then it was gone. He lowered his eyes to his feet, took a step back and walked back to his office. This time there was no slamming of the door.

Translations:

"Jag är klar med detta. Du kan ha henne." = "I'm done with this. You can have her."

"Varför tror du jag vill ha henne?" = "Why do you think I want her?"

"Då få ut henne härifrån. Jag är färdig med henne fram och tillbaka skit," = "Then get her out of here. I'm finished with her back and forth shit,"