A/N: Okay here's Chapter 3. It's a little on the short side, but I at least wanted to get something posted for everyone today. I'm working on Chapter 4 right now that has a SPOV that I'm having a hard time with and of course Eric will be in Chapter 4 as well. Enjoy and thanks for all the great reviews !

PPOV

Oh Hell. It's Eric. I really don't want to talk to him right now. I'm still completely furious about what he did. I've known my master for over 250 years now, and granted, Eric can be an arrogant sadistic bastard, but to me he never acted that way. It was us against the world. I've loved being a vampire, and count my blessings that Eric came to me that night and took me out of that boring dreary ass world I was a part of.

That damn little telepath really did a number on him. If vampires can love, I believe that Eric loved her. When she left, she took whatever humanity he still possessed and killed it. The last few years have been hell. When Eric found out that she had not been taken, but had in fact left all of us, I really thought he would meet the sun. He would have if I had not been able to stop him. My undead heart broke for him that night. He recovered only to become a true monster. That last night at Fangtasia did it for me.

I was excited when Eric abducted that wuss Compton. I really thought he would let me have a little fun, like in the old days, but no. He tortured that bastard for a week straight, then on that final night had a little orgy and did not even let me join in. And that little red head really had amazing breasts. I would have enjoyed that. Compton, still kept his little secret. I had a feeling, that his little secret had to do with Sookie, but I would have never said that to Eric. Eric got so mad when Compton refused to submit, he killed those girls. Not a big deal really, but he had the audacity to have me clean up HIS mess. I not only ruined my favorite pair of pumps, but also broke a nail. When he returned to his office I was all prepared to not only charge a mani / pedi on his credit card, but replace my pumps.

When Eric came back into the office, I was even scared, and I don't scare easily, if ever. He told me he expected to me to submit to him. I was stunned. I remember telling him "Master, please your upset, just go release some tension that little Spanish girl is here, you remember you enjoyed her, Right?" But he did not budge. He flat out said "Take off your clothes and submit to me Pam, I shall enjoy it". Well, of course I did, I had to, he is my master after all.

I suppose if I still enjoyed dick, I might have even not minded, as my blood lust was up as well after the little orgy scene but I'm sorry, I prefer the mysteries of the female body and he knows this, and respects it. We even had many a wonderful orgy together. When it was all over, I dressed and said "Goodbye Master". I left the bar and headed to our home quickly to grab some clothes and caught a flight to Paris. Sample some French cuisine, do some shopping at Hermes, and clear my head.

Fuck. I better answer his call.

"Master". I answer.

"Pamela, I trust you are well, where have you run off to?' He asks.

"Oh, I just got sick of that little backwater and took a well deserved vacation ". I reply.

There is a silence on the phone. I'm really not sure why he is calling. He knows me well enough to know I'm totally pissed with him.

"Pam, I need you to forget what happened last week, I was not in my right mind. You know how that dick infuriates me. Why don't you use the business credit card and do a little shopping, you'll enjoy that, I'm sure".

Like shopping is going to make up for what he did. Cocksucker. Little does he know, I've already used the company card and bought up all of Dior's new fall line. I chuckle to myself. But he's definitely kissing my ass. He must want something.

"Master, what is it that you want". I say in reply to him.

"Pam, I have some news for you. The telepath has been located and I've tasked that prick Compton to secure her return to Louisiana. He hesitates for a moment, "Also it's seems that I impregnated her, and I'm a father to a six year old human boy. "

I'm speechless. And I don't get speechless. "Are you sure Master, as you know you are a vampire, how can you be sure the child is your's?"I ask him.

" I'm sure Pamela, I've seen a picture. I can just bet that bastard fairy Niall had something to do with it. He probably thought it would be a fun way to screw with me.

Well isn't this interesting. My Master is Sookie's baby daddy. I could definitely have some fun with this. But on the other hand, this could be really bad. My Master is not the same person she remembers; I really don't think she or the child will be safe around him. Not to mention if that prick de Castro finds out about it. But do I really want to miss the chance to be a "big sister" and also have many hours of fun teasing poor little Sookie. I really do like that girl, Odd enough, but I am still extremely pissed off at her, even though I can now understand her reason's for leaving.

"Can I count on your assistance with this matter?" He asks interrupting my musing.

"May I speak frankly Eric?" I ask him in a low tone, not sure how he will react. "You may" he replies.

"Possibly it would be better for everyone, if you just leave them be. Seriously Eric, you a father. I don't see it. Not to mention the danger it would put them in, especially if the boy has any special abilities. "He does, he's telepathic, strong, fast, and can glamour" he says boastfully.

Wait one second, did I just hear my master sound like a proud father. Next thing you know he'll be walking around like one of those blood bag humans, whipping out pictures of his brilliant teacup human for all to see. Or, he could be planning to use the boy for something. I really don't know anymore what he is capable of. I'd like to think the former, not the latter.

"Look Eric, just send her some child support and be done with it. It will end your obligation." I say, remembering a Dear Abby article in which this human woman asks Abby for her advice on getting support money for her children from their father. "What is child support Pam?" he asks tentatively.

"Oh Eric its money just send them money and be done. Give her a monthly stipend for the teacup human, and setup a trust fund. "YOU WILL NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO CHILD!" he roars.

Well he did say I could speak freely. What a prick. .

" I am hoping you will be able to forget what occurred between us, and return and help me with this matter. After all a child needs a mother and father. He spits out gleefully.

"What are you planning Eric?" Imagining several different scenarios.

"We are adopting a teacup human Pam!" he says joyfully. "I need you to return to Shreveport and prepare our home for this. I'm sure there are many things tiny humans require. We will also need to hire one of these nanny's I read about when I googled human childcare".

Oh good lord.

"And what exactly does Sookie think of this little idea of yours?" I question him.

"Like I care what that worthless bloodbag thinks. All that human is good for is a feed and a fuck and a little mind reading. I will have my son with me. And there is nothing she can do about it. She can ride off into the Sunset and fuck however many wussy vampires, Dogs, and tigers she damn well likes. If she is lucky, I may fuck her one more time to remind her exactly what she threw away."

I guess he still has some unresolved feelings on this issue. He he he he.

" You will return Pam, please…Iam….very… truly… sorry for what I did."

He apologized! This is serious. And could be seriously fun. Things have been so dull and murderous since she left.

" Fine Master, when do I need to be back?" I ask him.

"Enjoy your little holiday and be back by the end of the week Pam." He says and hangs up.

That was weird. First off, Eric never apologizes. And he actually sounded happy about this. I'm realizing that maybe the boy will be fine, but Sookie indeed will have a very angry Viking Vampire on her hands. I know our plucky little telepath will not take it very lightly when he tries to take her child from her. I can just imagine the battles that will ensue. How fun.

But I do know I need to be there for her, to possibly protect her. I'm not sure if he would hurt her or not. After all this drama, I need a meal. Preferable a sweet little blond. For nostalgia sake after all.

After I return from my lovely early dinner, I decide to power up my laptop and check my email. There's one from Amelia. That little witch is damn lucky Eric did not kill her. She's rattling on and on about this warlock she is dating. But then tells me an interesting bit of gossip. She heard from Sookie a few months ago. Maybe Sookie was planning on coming back on her own. But after this little bit of news, I decide to try and get her number and surprise my little human friend. I sign into ichat and look down my contact list. Of course the little computer nerd is on. What a geek.

Pamtastic: Hello Nerd.

WTCompton: What do you want? More of your bastard master's bidding to do?

Pamtastic: Oh shut it dick! I left, im in Paris on a little vaykay now, but will be back next week.

WTCompton: Why are you coming back?

Pamtastic: My Master asked me

WTCompton; Still up his butt I see?

Pamtastic: Like I've said before, try it some time, you may like it.

WTCompton; never

Pamtastic: LOL

Pamtastic: Give me Sookie's Cell number

WTCompton; why do you want it?

Pamtastic: I miss my best friend. :-k

WTCompton: Bullshit

Pamtastic: Quit stalling and give me the number. That is unless you want me to leak that picture of you in a brief moment of weakness with that lovely Mrs. Fortenberry.

WTCompton: You wouldn't

Pamtastic: Try me

WTCompton; Fine. It's 407-555-2020

Pamtastic: Excellent. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to hear from me.

WTCompton: truly

Pamtastic: Later Geek. Tell Mrs. Fortenberry I said hello

WTCompton: Bitch

Pamtastic: Dick

WTCompton: You'll look out for her though, right?

Pamtastic: Of course.

I sign off my messenger after my little verbal banter with Compton. I might just leak that picture anyway. Now checking the time quickly to make sure its not too late in states, (after all would not want to wake the tiny human). I reach for my cell to call my little telepathic fairy friend. Let the fun begin.