AN: Hello peeps! I know this story has seemed like it's going in too many directions. Remember, it's my first fan fic. However, I have been fixing that and it should make more sense with this chappie and on.
Time Line (were trying to play catch-up to present day). We are still at two weeks before present day. (Still the same night from CH3).
Everything will tie together. I promise. And it will have surprises! Also, I've gotten more comfortable writing lemons, especially with the Eric & Sookie companion piece I wrote last weekend titled, "Last Call" (see my profile). So we may see more of those!
Again, I own nothing (except for my vampy version of B&N and it's inhabitants). I just want to be needy and deserving of Eric's gracious plentiness. All of it.
Chapter 4: The Nibblers
As Pam was making the rounds, or as she graciously referred to it, "showing off the goods," she noticed Eric had already left the premises. Good. The beast was contained for the moment.
Relieved but unsure, she entered the office that she shared with Eric. His massive, 18th century, mahogany desk was the first thing visible to the eye. It was a desk fit for a king, which Eric could be, if he so wanted it.
Instead, Eric was content being the Sheriff of Area 5. This was his very own slice of Northern Louisiana and he managed it, much like a farmer tended to his crops. He disposed of the bad ones (and made compost) and let the good ones flourish so they could be collected come harvest time. His area was known to be very profitable.
Master. Her thoughts reminisced to this very desk, how he would swing his long, lithe legs across it on an evening basis, usually conducting Fangtasia or Area 5 business. Glancing around she spotted a bright pink post-it on his computer monitor. It was a handwritten note addressed to her.
Pam, I have gone for the evening. My car will remain in the car park. Allow Felicia to handle closing and get yourself some proper dinner and rest. I suspect you are feeling better, yes? -Eric
"O-kay. I suspect your are feeling better? What does that mean exactly?" she huffed. Her fangs dug into her plump lower lip. "My master and his pseudo-clever questioning," she mumbled to herself in annoyance.
Still, he was gone, for that she could be grateful.
The events that had transpired earlier in this very office were still bothering her. One moment she was working on merchandise orders and the very next, she was waking up wet and wild. We're talking wet, in a juices-running-down-the-thighs type of wetness. Why did she not remember what had happened? She was having what humans called, "'black outs," which was most unsettling. She recalled Abby writing about humans "blacking out' after they had had excess alcohol. What's happening to me? I am a vampire, not some stupid drunk!
Her wet and aroused state was not of any consequence, for she had not any qualms around Eric. He was both her creator and master, someone who had raised her in the imperial vampire ways. Her Master both loved and appreciated her for the sexy vampire woman she'd become. Part of Pam's uniqueness was how sexual a being she really was-well seeing how Eric was equally as sexual or even more-so, maybe it would be fair to say that they were more like two vampires in a bloodied, titanium coffin. It was not unusual to be your master's sexual mate and she had been so most willingly.
Her situation was a most advantageous one. Eric, her master, not only saw to her every need, but had in his possession the finest, hardest member of which she had ever seen, felt or even heard of (and she had seen her fair share in her 250 years)!
Eric managed to wield and thrust that gracious member in the most savviest, richest and delicious of ways. . . there remained not a woman (nor man) left with their faculties fully functioning thereafter.
Yes. Eric, the Viking was an illustrious gods-send, especially to the undernourished, orgasm-deprived masses. Hallelujah. Hallelujah.
There were tales written and passed along from generation to generation detailing the Viking's engaging sexual prowess throughout the ages. His anatomy (especially the lower half) was plentiful beyond imagination and he graciously bestowed it upon the needy and deserving. Thus, it was aptly named, the Gracious Plenty.
To see him was to ache. To bed him was to bake in your own juices. Enviably, pleasure was always forthcoming in the naughty Northman nest. Understandably, she and Eric spent half a century together.
Another thing to be noted, Pam loved her Master dearly. Therefore, she was unwavering in her loyalty to him. . .that is until the dreams started. Those delirious but delicious dreams which seemed to appear out of split air. Naked Sookie haunted her dreams so often, that she thought of them as her "Nookie" visions.
These dreams were not only tolerable, but extremely pleasant to experience. Thinking about these saucy images gave her an instant vampy hard-on (or as she called it, a "vamp-on"), which automatically made her fangs descend in pleasure.
Never mind that Eric absolutely hated the term, 'vamp-on.' He kept reminding her that it sounded like one of those feminine hygiene articles that human women wore during menses. What a waste of blood. I'm sure Sookie doesn't have to wear them that time of month. Dinner on tap. Yum!
Of course, if Sookie knew of Pam's mental sexcapades, she would most definitely be mortified. "That busty, Bon Temp blondie can be such a prude due to that Southern, human upbringing of hers!" she thought aloud.
However, if Eric ever knew of their existence, Pam would be roasting as a big, blonde chestnut on an open fire, no doubt on the front steps of Fangtasia. The thought sent revolting shivers down her spine.
Reapplying her deep mauve lipstick, she straightened up and went to look for Felicia and her staff.
Just as she was getting ready to head home, her mobile rang.
"This is Pam," she answered.
"Ms. Ravenscroft?"
"Yes. Who else would answer my phone?" she questioned while she smoothed out her hair.
"This is Rod from Books & Nibblers on Payne Street," he declared. "How are you this evening?" he added a little too happily.
"Get on with it, buttercup. I don't have all night," Pam huffed.
"Umm. Yes," he answered nervously. "Your order is here, ma'am.
Three Lego sets: one Lego Viking Ship, one Lego Harry Potter Hogwarts Castle and one Lego Creator House. You may pick them up at your own convenience or have your day person come in anytime this week," he informed her.
"Good," she finally smiled. "I've been expecting them. I will be there shortly, myself."
"As you wish," he replied courteously and hung up.
Since Pam's trip down to Books & Nibblers (B&N) was a lone one, it would mostly be uneventful, save for the items she was picking up of course. Next to a feed, whilst doing the deed, Legos were therapeutic, constructive fun!
"A 20th century marvel!" her fellow Lego-vites heartily agreed just recently at the Twenty-Fifth Annual Lego Vamps Classic in New Orleans. Vampires were incredibly fast. But were they as creative as they so believed? That was the challenge.
Perusing the items at the front counter, she spotted something that caught her eye. Edward. She added two Edward bookmarks to her purchases. Even she was not immune to the charms of Edward Cullen. He was a looker.
Truthfully, she thought that her Patterson was even better looking than Edward Cullen. People kept remarking how much Pat resembled the actor who played Edward. P-lease. Patterson beats him by leaps and bounds. Still, she bought him a bookmark. It would annoy him fully and that would please her.
As Pam was putting her credit card away, the vampire bookseller, asked her to wait a moment. There was a special order in the back for a 'Ms. Pamela Ravenscroft.' He returned in a flash with a wrapped copy of Knitting for Dummies. It was from Eric. The "Dummies" part was just to make fun of her! Cheeky but cute. Sookie was right when she said that Eric was a pain in her ass.
She was smiling to herself, when Thomas gave her a well-meaning nod from across the aisle. He was by her side in an instant. "I believe there is an inscription," he said.
Pamela, my dear. I saw this at the library some time ago. I thought you might find it to your tastes. The page on scarves was interesting. Red suits me very well. Happy knitting! - Eric
Thomas Nook was the dead owner of the establishment. He was a fellow Brit and a recent transplant from the U.K. He hadn't even been in the States for a full decade. Newbie.
Eric was pleased to have him reside in his area, and even more pleased to have him set up shop with a profitable business. He quite liked the English, except for that little nasty episode involving The Plague.
"We have some new Seuss coming in this week. Leather-bound too," he quietly remarked to her. "Give my regards to Patterson." He nodded and was off in a flash.
When Pam finally arrived home, she found her abode quiet and empty.
Patterson, however, had not forgotten her earlier request of him.
"Most excellent," she beamed, readying herself a cozy spot on the sofa.
Next, she headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner for one. She would follow Eric's orders and eat well tonight. So wanting a special treat, she forgo-ed the regular, somewhat nasty TruBlood. In it's stead, she heated a bottle of Sang Royale, which Eric had ordered a few cases of for special occasions.
The French import did not disappoint. Sang Royale was as it's name stated, royal blood. The decadent combination of royal vampire blood, royal human blood and regular human blood was exquisite to the palate. "Delicious," thought Pam as she poured it into a wine glass.
Grabbing the blanket over the sofa, she placed files A through E by her side and delightfully placed the latest Martha Stewart Living magazine on her lap. Patterson thought of everything! She would have to wrap her earlier purchases soon and surprise him with them.
For now though, the Dear Abby discoverthon would commence. It would not be until one hour before sunrise, that she would actually cease her Abby fun. A warm bath beckoned.
But first, it was "time to maintain target practice," she thought as she walked on, lightly scratching through her lady bits.
AN: BwahHaHa. If you don't remember Pam's "target," you need to re-read chapter 2, The Multi-tasker. Yup. If you haven't read "Last Call" yet, you ought to. It's an Eric/Sookie companion piece to this one. I have been told it's kinda hawt and erotic! If you have, you'll know what I mean.
Btw, I know I said this chappie would be about Patterson, but Pam needed to get her night going and get to Books & Nibblers. I don't care if they're open all night. Pam needed to shop! Patterson's history will be in the forthcoming chapters. What else should they sell there at Books & Nibblers?
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