Waiting

A/N: I do not own any of the characters they are beautifully owned and originated with Charlane Harris I just borrow them for my own pleasure and hope to share with others. Seriously very happy with all the review and additions of story to favorites or author alert! You all rock! Thank you :)

Pam POV

Neither of us spoke the entire way to Eric's. He kept cradling her in his arms, staring at her face. I do not know what will happen if he truly looses her. Hell I am worried too...over the time I have known her she has become...important to me as well. I pull to the gate greeted by the guards who wave us in. Fools! If Eric were in his right mind he would yell at them for being so careless.

After we are in the garage I get out and quickly get to Eric's door. As soon as I open it he is out with her still in his arms and into the house. I see the blood soaked seat of the Corvette and I wonder if this is hopeless. Too much...

I enter the house and head to his chamber.

"Eric?" No response. I walk in and see the light from the bathroom. He is still holding her.

"Let me help." Our eyes lock and in all the years I have known him, he has never looked so lost. I run the bath, grab the soaps and shampoo Sookie usually uses, sitting it on the ledge. I walk over to him and we both carefully remove the blanket and clothes. His eyes rage when he sees again the damage. She put up one hell of a fight, but her fragile form couldn't fight enough. Her neck is marred from Victor's bite. Ribs broken, stab wounds, blood on her thights from him raping her. I realize Eric is staring at me. "What?"

"You're crying." He whispers to me. His voice surprised, as I was when i brought my hand to my face to wipe the blood tears. There was nothing to say to that. I hurt for her.

We gently lowered her into the tub. It was odd being here and not hearing her heart beating or yelling at me for seeing her naked. I poured the shampoo in my hands and began to clean the blood out of her hair. Eric used the washcloth and cleaned the blood from her skin. I pierced my finger on my tooth and rubbed the bloodied finger into the wound on Sookie's neck. Didn't want her to scar from that bastard. I don't know how much time passed till we were able to get her clean. We rinsed her off and lifted her out of the tub. Eric dried her off and I put her in one of his dress shirts.

He laid her on his bed, pulled the covers over her and now all we could do is wait.

Eric POV

The drive to my home was quiet. I could not take my eyes from her face. Even like this she was my angel. Beautiful.

Pam opened my door when we arrived at the house and I immediately went to my chamber. I had to clean her up, she can't wake up looking like this. It would frighten her...disgust her. Fucking Victor. I wish I had kept him alive so I could continue to torment him for the next millenium.

"Eric?" I hear my child enter, I can hear the apprehension in her voice. "Let me help." My eyes lock with hers and I am so grateful, I feel helpless. Never in my thousand years have I felt so utterly helpless. I hear her run the bath and she starts to unwrap the blanket from Sookie. As we get the remains of her clothing off, my anger peaks again. The damage to her small frame is so much. I see a drop of blood land on Sookie's arm. I look up and to my surprise Pam is crying.

"What?" She looks so confused as to why I am staring, she hasn't noticed.

"You're crying." I see her raise her hand to her face and wipe the blood tears away. She doesn't say anything but I realize how important Sookie has become to Pam as well.

We place her in the tub and I started to use the washcloth to get the blood from her skin. I could see Pam cleaning out Sookie's hair. I took some of my blood to try and seal up some of the wounds on her body. When we finish I dry her off and Pam puts her in one of my dress shirts. In any other circumstance I would find that sexy as hell.

I lay her on my bed and pull the covers over her. Now all we can do is wait.