A/N: This is actually something I was working on for Aerynv ages ago (apologies that it took me so long to finish it!). I saw an ad for Legally Blonde on TV the other day and was inspired about how I could finish this - it's gone in a slightly different direction to the one originally intended, but I hope you enjoy anyway :) The title comes from the Dean Martin song of the same name, which is quoted throughout the story :)
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Till Then
...
Till then my darling please wait for me
Till then no matter when it will be
One day I know I'll be back again
Please wait till then
...
The bright lights sparkled off wine glasses, glittered on the jewels of the women and winked off the bright brass buttons on the dress uniforms of the servicemen. The assembled crowd – some dancing, some merely socialising – were determined to enjoy themselves, to forget for one night that there was a war on.
None of them noticed the two vampires who were celebrating with them.
Eric enjoyed Pam's throaty laugh as he spun her out on the dance floor. Pam loved to dance and although Eric looked upon it as a social duty, he really could never deny her anything.
The dancers parted for a brief moment and Eric caught sight of a young man in uniform. He stopped stock still and Pam, returning from her spin back into his arms, slammed unheeded into his chest.
"Eric?" she questioned, immediately noting the change in his posture and mood.
He looked down at her, plastering a smile on his face, "It's nothing. I just thought I saw someone, that's all."
Pam knew that there was more to it than he was letting on; she also knew that it would be fruitless to press him further. She plastered a smile on her own face and tried to forget the incident, but the evening had lost some of the lightness it held only moments before.
Eric was distant and seemingly preoccupied for the rest of the evening, at least until they returned to their house where he participated in their lovemaking with a passion that surprised them both.
Pam fell 'asleep' in his arms, wondering if she had imagined the distance. Eric, however, felt anything but peaceful.
It had seemed like the rest of the evening had been planned specifically to torture him. Snatches from the last few songs that were played spun around his mind:
…Seems kind of tough now, to say goodbye this way. But Papa's gotta be rough now, so that he can be sweet to you another day…
…Wish me luck as you wave me good bye…
It had seemed as though the whole world knew what he must do: the whole world except for his beloved Pam who now lay oblivious in his arms. He spent the whole day awake, committing her to his memory: how she looked, how she felt in his arms.
As the sun began to set he slipped quietly from the bed, he wouldn't leave her a note she would only try to follow him.
He glanced back once and the refrain from the last song played in his mind:
…So I'll say goodnight sweetheart
Even though I'm not, I'm not always right beside you
I'll still say goodnight, goodnight sweetheart
I want you to know that my love, my love will always guide you
And dreams involve you, in each one I'll hold you
Goodnight sweetheart, goodnight...
Silently he shut the door behind him and was gone.