This one-shot's longer than the others 'cause this one tells the story of how Eric met Pam. Sweet, sarcastic, brutal little Pam.

I really love their maker-child relationship more than Bill and Jessica's. It's so sibling/bestfriend-like and their scenes together are hilarious.

Pam's backstory is basically derived from the Season 5 trailer (kept screaming HOLY SHIT ERIC AND PAM IN BED OH MY GOD) and Pam's "I am not a hooker, that was a long long time ago" comment to Lafayette in Season 2.

Nothing's mine, as usual. But I wish I could keep Alexander Skarsgard in my closet.

First Meeting

Eric had had his eye on this one for some time.

Pamela Swynford de Beaufort, he learned, was her name. She had caught his eye when he had first come to the brothel two weeks ago when she had grabbed a young man -who was clearly there on the account of losing his virginity- without a word, slammed him on the countertop, and rode him furiously right then and there. Then the child had paid her an extravagant amount of money afterwards and left the establishment with a dazed expression on his face. She slipped the cash she had received into her cleavage and sauntered off to a nearby table of men- some of them grasping their cocks- with a smug smile.

He found her little display amusing and he decided to watch her a little longer. She was beautiful, deadly, and entertaining; the very traits he desired in a companion. Since he and Godric had gone their separate ways fifty years before, he was feeling a tad bit lonely.

He watched her from the corner as she set about ensnaring an elderly business man. She was wearing a tight maroon corset that accentuated her slim but curvaceous body, cut low to display her generous breasts in all their splendor. She had been whispering dirty little things into the man's ear when a fat man in a shabby black suit came in, grabbed her by the neck, and slammed her against the wall.

"Jesus Winston, if you really wanted more than two nights, you could've just asked!" she croaked out, her eyes widening in anger.

"Fucking thief!" he spat at her face. "My stash is missing and I can only think of one person who took them!"

"You'll get your fucking drugs when you grow a cock!" she snapped back. His lips drew back in a snarl and his grip tightened. Her throat was closing off, blocking the travel of air. Her end would've come in a few moments had Eric not appeared at Winston's side and punched him in the face. She was released landed hard on the rough wooden floor. She groaned in pain and raised her head to see Winston's body crash against the wall. Then the body slid down, leaving a dark wet trail on the wall.

"Are you alright?"

She looked up and stared at him. A tall blonde stranger was smiling down at her, offering her his hand. He was handsome, and the silk shirt and top hat indicated that he was rich.

There was something else though. As she gazed up at his grinning face, she felt something tugging at her, a primal instinct screaming for her to run.

"Yes" she said, taking his hand. She fought back a shiver that rose up her spine when his skin came into contact with hers. Cold.

"Thanks for that."

"Don't mention it" he replied.

If this were any other man, she would've walked away and attended to the other vermin. But this one, she knew, was a different sort, and she was intrigued.

"I'm Pam"

"Eric Northman, at your service"

"I'm really grateful for what you've just done for me, Eric" she purred, her voice slipping into the seductive tone she used on her customers as she traced his cheek. "And I think, I should show you just how grateful I can be"

His eyes – as piercing and as blue as hers – flickered upwards to where he knew the rooms were.

Purple button guys. Purple button. :3