Hello again Paric shippers,
Here is the third installment of my story, and I have to warn you its angst…but it will get better I promise.
Anyway I just want to say thank you again to all your lovely reviews, favors, and follows…I love seeing them just as much as I love writing. Anyway go ahead and read…then write me a bunch of hate mail… for this angst capture. Sorry about any errors wither it be grammar, spelling, or whatever I fuck up…
BTW I don't own nothing cause if I did…The show would be called True Paric and they would fill our TV's with their fluffiness and hot steamy sex..
Chapter 3: Hurtful revelations from a broken heart
Stretching her arms Pam woke and turned over to find Eric still sleeping beside her, which was strange in itself. Eric had always been an early riser, but with everything lately she couldn't bear to wake him. Easing up she walked toward the bathroom, but halted when Eric started to mumble something in his sleep. "Eric." She said softly and watched as his body twitched a little.
Walking over she gently tried to wake him. However it was too late, and within minutes she was straddling him trying to hold him still as he screaming and starting to thrash below her. Not knowing what to do she tried to coax him out of his nightmare and back to her by stroking the hair from his face and when that didn't work she placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. She hadn't planned to do it, and as soon as she had he began to calm down. In seconds his eyes fluttered open. "Oh thank God Eric," she cooed as she leaned her head against his, but what happen next hurt her more than what it should have.
"Nora….I am so sorry" he called looking at her through the exhausted eyes. She tried to hold back the emotions she could feel bubbling inside of her but it was too late. The first sob came from her mouth, and before she could stop the tears they were streaming down her face.
"I know…Eric … I forgive you…I love you," She knew he was still in a sleep half-conscious state and probably wouldn't remember, but she would. She didn't argue and pulled him closer and held him tight in her arms. He needed this, and she needed him. Seeing him like this was breaking her heart, even more so knowing that it had been Nora he called out for. Maybe it was wrong to feel a twinge of hurt, since it had been her that had been by his side all this time.
But she could work past it, she had to when the strongest man she had ever known, the one man she loved more than anything or anyone, lay broken in her arms. Suddenly, realization washed over her and a sick feeling threaten her. All of this…the promises…the no lies…the attention…the fleeting touches…it had all been a mask to help him forget…she had been his distraction. No it didn't matter…all that did was that he was here with her safe. When he woke up he would probably never remember this, and she wouldn't allow him.
She owed him her life, and she would offer him the same. When he wakes she would be dressed and they would go on like nothing ever happen…which is easier said than done.
Eric watched on in a state of aroused euphoria as Pam took Stockholm by storm. She was in the center of a large crowd and yet he only had eyes for her. Earlier that evening, she had begged for him to take her shopping unaware of the night clubs that also lined the same streets. She had basically dragged him inside, wanting to find a meal for the night instead of the nasty blood that waited at home. Of course he had told her no, but now she was being swarmed with young men and women all wanting to dance with her. However, out of all the people she choice a sexy young man that looked like someone you would see on a advertisement add.
But he knew when to lead, and Pam was more than willing to accept it seemed to Eric's more discerning eye. It had been such a long time since he saw her so happy and care free, and he found himself fascinated and more than a little jealous at how well their bodies had melded together. "Hi there," Came a soft women's voice causing Eric to pull his eyes away from his progeny to the owner of the voice. "Would you like to dance?" she asked seductively which caused Eric to smile. "That would be lovely." He said accepting the dance from the local girl. She was pretty and it helped immensely to keep his mind from thinking about what Pam's partner's hands was doing to her body.
Pamela for her part had been watching Eric out of the corner of her eye the entire time she was dancing. She reveled in the fact that he was watching her that intently. She knew he was jealous and it excited her, how many times had she watched him and that fairy bitch. As she was drawn in closer to her dance partner with her leg rising up on its own accord as it brushed against his leg she saw that Eric's eyes grow dark with what she wasn't sure, but she liked it.
So she decided brazenly to see how far she could push him before he couldn't take it anymore and gathered her into his arms. So she twisted around, dropped down and as she slowly brought herself up to her full height she found and kept eye contact with Eric and his new friend. A grin formed on her lips as she saw how affected Eric really was by the move. His poor dance partner had no chance.
She was doing that on purpose, she had to be and with every man's eye on her while she danced so provocatively! Eric gave up the pretense of trying to ignore just how hot Pamela looked while she danced. He wove his way through the dancing couples and without any preamble spun her out of her dance partner's arms and into his own.
"I thought you didn't like to dance?" he cooed dangerously in her ear causing her to smile. "It's not funny Pamela…it's too dangerous…we should be getting home anyway." Suddenly the smile that was there faded as she turned around to meet his angry eyes.
"You're mad at me for dancing…with some human," she snapped shaking her head. "You know green isn't a good color on you." She spat before turning around, but he caught her arm. "Let go of me."
"No were leaving now!" he snapped and before pam could react he pulled her at vamp speed from the bar. When he finally stopped they were in a small field.
"What the fuck Eric," she screamed and watched as his eyes narrowed.
"Did you just happen to forget about the whole hip V, or the fact that people are looking for us?" he countered and watched as Pam rolled her eyes.
"Of course I didn't Eric…but I can't stay bared up in that shit hole…plus we're here in Sweden no one knows that." She added before turning around. "Hell I doubt the shipment even made it to Sweden." She finished and Eric grabbed her arm stopping her.
"I don't care… Nora-," he started and the anger that radiated through Pam's eyes stopped him.
"Yes Eric…Nora died…and believe it or not I suffered just as much as you do…but I'm not Nora…and I will never be." She finished but Eric didn't let go instead his fangs dropped. Without thinking he snatched Pam's purse from her hands and tossed it to the side.
"Suffered…you know nothing of suffering." He barked and watched as Pam's eyes lowered in defeat. Once he let go they realized that Eric had tossed her purse into the small pound.
"Look what you did?" she screamed and watched as Eric shook his head. "You do realize the keys are in there right." She added and watched as Eric started to undress. The action should have brought a smile to her face, but instead she just turned away. Once he shed his clothing he waded into the cold water to retrieve the bag.
"Happy now?" Eric huffed as he wadded back over to the bank where Pam stood angrily.
"Yes, very," she took it from him and shook out the water, giving a disgusting look before she noticed him hold out his hand. The bank was kind of steep and the mud did make it slick, but she just stared at it.
"Oh come on, I got the bag for you," he cried which caused her to place her hand on her hips as she rose her eyebrow. Actually it was his fault that the bag was in the nasty water anyway. "Pamela." He barked and she recently gave him her hand, but when he took a firm hold and a smirk appeared on his lips she knew she made a mistake.
And she was right a he pulled her roughly into the water, causing her to shriek as she fell in. Coming up she spurted out the nasty cesspool water "You bastard!" she cried her eyes narrowed at him, causing him to give her a winning smile.
"Fair's fair," he shrugged and easily pulled himself onto the bank, putting on his white shirt that was thrown over a small limb. "The water's quite refreshing isn't it?" he smirked as she pulled herself on to the grass.
"This is a 600.00 outfit you stupid Viking bastard!" she barked, and watched as Eric start to redress himself.
"They'll dry if you run fast enough…plus they have this nifty thing called a dryer," he smirked as she stood up sling the water from her soaked hair. "Hey watch it this is an expensive suit." He said sarcastically before he bent down to tie his shoes.
"I hate you," she cried gathering the material to squeeze the water from it. "Plus this is dry clean only…and here in bum- fuck-Egypt I'm sure the closest one is what 15 miles away."
"Really, now I'm hurt, well I guess since everything is so far-," he stopped when he felt something hit his back. Glancing back a little stun he saw Pam standing there her hands dirty from the grass and dirt she had thrown.
"Ok, there is a line, and you just crossed it!" he growled and watched as Pam gave him her little sassy smirk as she stood there fearlessly.
"It will wash out, just go for a swim long enough," she teased, sweeping her wet hair out of her face, before she turned to walk away, but Eric had other plans. Using his speed he suddenly picked her up and hoisted her over his shoulder, pinning her there.
"Agh! What are you doing?" she cried.
"You wanted to act like a child, I'll treat you like a child," he said causing Pam to struggle more, especially when she heard the all too familiar snort of pigs. He carried her up the hill to the pig pen that rested on the property. There were only a few pigs lounging in the thick pool of mud, but she could tell it was at least knee high and very smelly. He brought her up to the fence and sat her on it, but she clung to him like a scared child.
"Eric! Don't you dare!" she cried, but he was too fast and quickly unwound himself from her and gave her a light push.
"Toodles!" he waved, believing he was in the clear, but at the last moment Pam, reached out and with all her strength tugged him over and into the mud pool with her. She landed with a splurge on her back he landed with a gurgle face first, head emerging moments later gasping through the mud.
"I can't believe you!" she began hitting him with the back of her hand.
"Well it didn't exactly work out the way I wanted it did it?" he growled.
"You idiot!" she cried.
"Oh I'm the idiot?" he turned and threw a handful of mud at her, but she quickly dodged it.
"Yes, you're an idiot!" she cried. "And you're childish….a thousand year old vampire playing in mud!"
"I'm childish? You're the one who started the whole thing over a stupid party!" he cried tossing more mud at her. "And when have you ever said 'let's stop this fighting and approach this like adults'. You out of the both of us loved it!"
"Oh…yes Eric…I live to put you in your place!" she tossed mud back at him, and it found its mark hitting him on the side of his face. All words were lost and he tackled her into the mud, pinning her to throw as much mud as he could on her. She struggled one hand free and grabbed a fistful of mud and threw it down his shirt.
The action caused him to back off to remove it, and in his distraction she leaped on his back. The slick mud caused him to losing his balance as he stumbled blindly and lost his footing falling face down in the mud.
Pam straddled above him, she grabbed him by his hair and brought his face up out of the mud then back down, then back up then down. He gasped and spat out mud. He turned around beneath her and tossed more mud at her. She tossed more mud back. Somehow through all the mud tossing the anger dissolved into giggles and it had become a game, both forgetting really what had started it.
She began laughing and running, still throwing mud at him and he chased her, grasping her by the waist and throttling both of them back into the mud pool. The pigs sat back completely frightened, watching the two immortals roll together, still throwing mud but with less efficiency.
They both were covered from head to toe with mud, and both wore a huge smile. "Hey you kids get away from my pigs!" cried an elderly man voice. "Get out of there this instant! What do you think you're doing? Are ye five?"
The older Swedish man was livid, but the two didn't seem to care. Quickly the man marched away muttering cuss words, causing them to looked at each other for a moment before bursting out in to laughter.
"He's right you know, we are acting like five year olds," said Pam with a sigh. "I wonder why that is."
Pam laughed as she turned to look in his direction, and without any indication, without even the slightest bit of warning he kissed her. To say she was taken back would have been an understatement. Their lips met in the softest, sweetest, gentle kiss that she had only experienced with Eric. He was searching for comfort in Pam's cold lips and Pam could never deny the man she loved anything, certainly not this.
Slow, sensual movements dictated their lips as their mouths intermingled in this new situation. They had kissed millions of time if not more, but this, this was different. Their lips tangled with the other, and the heady feelings it invoked were savored and left her insides quivering, but it disappeared when she heard the elderly man once again. "I said out!" cried the man. "You're scaring my hogs!" With that said the two hesitantly backed away from each other, but when Eric pulled away, his eyes were wide as if he had just realized what he done.
Eric's mouth opened to apologize, when Pam placed her finger there softly stopping him. "Don't." her voice was husky. "Don't apologize for that." Pam smiled at him with tender eyes. "You needed it. And I was glad to offer. Don't apologize, and don't regret it. I don't…you shouldn't either." Sensing the conflict in him, Pam took the finger he used to silence him and trailed it along his jawline.
"Now, come on before he comes back out with a shoot gun." She finished with a forced light grin, before giving his shoulder a light squeezed and stood up. As soon as her back was turned, the grin fell and Pam suppressed the need to clench her hands. After clearing the fences she started to walk away when Eric's voice echoed in the wind.
"Pamela, I..."
"No, Eric," she said as if reading his thoughts, and watched as his mouth closed but his eyes followed her movement.
"Have you ever considered that the reason I left, the reason I released you, the reason I worry is because I love you…because I want you to be safe?" he asked and she froze. "I know what I did back there was wrong…I know that we agreed that we were done…that we worked better as friends... but losing Nora changed that…Your all I have left now and I want more…I need more…and seeing you with someone else"
Pam turned her head slightly towards him, her mouth slightly ajar.
"Eric..."
"I might not be able to feel you anymore Pamela… but I saw it, in your eyes, I felt it when we kissed, when we were lying in the bed together… I see it now," he paused and shook his head "I wanted you since the night we meet," he blurted out. "I want you now…and I have a feeling you want me too."
She stayed frozen, as she fought the tears that threaten to fall. "You're wrong," she stuttered slightly as if the words burned as they came out. "What your feeling…what we're feeling…it's comfort Eric" she said softly. "You lost Nora…and wither you like to admit it or not…when she die part of you did also…you felt truly dead for once in your long life … you want to feel again and I was the one here...that's all… it's the steps of grieving Eric" she said watching as his eyes sadden. "You've already had the whole denial and isolation, you just exhibited the Pain & guilt, and now you're at bargaining and anger…" she stopped as if her revelation hurt her more than him.
"What I was doing was dumb…and I promise I want do it again…but Eric…I'm not Nora…and your right I do feel something for you, hell I have since the day we meet…but I will not jump into us…I will not be Nora's replacement." With that said she took off flying into the air leaving Eric standing there alone.
Once Pam landed she didn't march straight into the house, but instead sought refuge in the garden near the pool. Walking over to the hose pipe so turn it on and started to clean the mud away. But her mind was far from the task at hand. She exposed him in that moment. He had been completely bare to her and she had harshly pushed him away.
But she had been right to…right? His confession had been in the moment; it was a deep need, but built out of pain anger and the need to feel something real. It would have been an action that would of turned to lust, before falling away to regret…and regret was one thing she couldn't bare…especially when it was toward her.
Once the mud was gone she slowly stripped the useless clothing off, before she made it back up to her room and lay down on the bed. She didn't even bother to dress; instead she just pulled the silk cover over her body as she tried to hide the tears that started to fall.
These last couple of days had been such a roller coaster of different emotions from first hating him from leaving, to comfort as they spent need time together, to worry which now has absolved into confusion, and now...hurt and love.
Quickly she wiped the tears from her face, as she sniffed. Why did he pick now to do this? What if her words cause him to leave? What if she was right and everything he was felling was just part of the grieving process.
It was best to forget about it. All though his anger was misplaced he had been right... and they had been carless…and it had to stop. They weren't living in a magical land safe from harm…they had only evaded it.
Slowly Eric walked through the garden, stopping when he found Pam's shed clothing still for the most part covered in mud. Sighing he picked it up and walked over to the pool chair and laid it over it, but the action was almost robotic since his mind was filling with uncertain and the same questions that repeated themselves over and over.
Why had he kissed Pam? Was it like she said? Was it truly because he needed to feel something other than sadness and regret? But had he really kissed Pam to take away his guilt? Well, no, he had been so caught up in the argument and her pouting that it just happen. Did she truly believe that he was using her as a distraction…was he? Everything that spilled out of his mouth felt right…no they were right, which meant...
Eric inhaled thoughtfully, which meant that the only reason he had kissed Pam was because he had wanted to kiss her. Because he loved her, because it took him six years to realize that she was the only one that truly understood, and seeing her in the arms of another had scared him.
Huh, but how was he supposed to explain that to his hard headed progeny? He had already caused so much damage and she had every right to make the decision she had, but he had to let me know that she wasn't Nora's replacement. He turned to head back to the house when suddenly something caught his eye from inside the house. "Pamela," he said softly as worry raced through his mind, but before he could move a sharp and sudden pain raced through his arm, causing him to fall to the ground in pain.
Looking down, shock filtered into Eric's mind, as another soft, precise thud of something penetrating the grass inches away from his head confirmed what he was seeing and instinctively he knew he had to get Pam.
Looking down he realized that his arm wasn't healing. "Damn it…"he whispered as his muddy clothing turned red. But nothing matter, someone was in his home, and they were trying to kill them. The house was minutes away, and after another bullet it the dirt he took off toward the house. He had to get to Pam.