Hello Paric shippers,

Sorry it took so long to get this up…but I had a problem with this stupid computer of mine. Anyway here is the fourth installment of my little story. I hope you enjoy…I promise the next chapter what take as long to be posted… again I want to think all the lovely reviews…I love you guys…

Well I'll shut up now and all you to read… btw I don't own anything if I did we wouldn't have to wait an year to get our Paric fix

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Chapter 4: The Hero and the Damsel

Pam shifted nervously in her sleep as she rolled from side to side allowing small moans to escape her as her face scrunched up in discomfort. She was having a nightmare, or at least the beginnings of one. He watched her silently from the shadows, beautiful and flawless she was, he had known that from the moment he met her.

He had already incapacitated the male she had been with, and now it was just him and his sleeping beauty. Glancing toward the clock he sighed softly, he only had one chance to get this right before dawn so it had to be perfect.

He approached the bed carefully, being sure not to wake her, but he quickly paused as she shifted again, her dream becoming more frightful. The thought of this creature dreaming of such frightful stuff caused him to gulp but he continued to approach like a hunter stalking its prey.

She groaned again then stilled, her conscious mind was slowly easing. Now was his chance. Pulling a syringe from his pocket, he bit the cap off and readied it. On the count of three he acted. His hand reached out and grasped her mouth, as the needle sunk into the skin of her neck allowing the chemicals to be injected. Her eyes shooting open on contact, her cries muffled into his palm, but even with the heavy dose of sliver racing through her blood she was still stronger than him.

Using all his strength he launched himself on top of her readying another dose, but as soon as his weight shifted she used her strength to send him to the floor. As soon as she was free she ran for the door racing into the hall, but when reached the stairs she stumbled catching herself before she hit the ground. Her blood was burning and her vision was starting to blur and before she could gasp reality a hard push came from behind her sending her tumbling down the stairs. She tumbled for what felt like forever before her body finally stopped. Quickly she tried to move, but her body felt so heavy.

"I knew you'd put up a fight," he smirked as he slowly descended the staircase the syringe in his hand. She had to run, she had to find Eric, but her body had other plans. Once at the bottom he reached down grabbing her hair, holding her up before he hit her hard, knocking her back down. "This will go by easier if you just stop fighting."

Pamela tasted the distinct metallic flavor of blood coming from her split lip, everything hurt and her energy was slowly depleting, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of her fear; she wasn't afraid of him, she hated him. With rough hands he rolled her over before straddling her already pained body. "I tried to make this easy on you…but like the stupid cunt you are you fucked it up!" he shouted his eyes filled with such darkness for a moment Pamela thought she was looking into the pits of hell.

"I hope Eric kills you!" she bit angrily, earning her another harsh slap, this time she didn't move. That is until he pulled the cap off the other syringe. At the sight of the needle Pamela seethed, but due to the sliver it only caused him to hold her tighter and her body to ache more. She could do nothing but glare bitterly at him. Her eyes fixed on his, which held a vicious sadistic smile. Pamela closed her eyes, and screamed out as the needle found the same tender spot in her neck.

However, her eyes snapped open at the sound of a door crashing open. The sounds caught her off guard, but not as much as it did him. And the second his attention was drawn, Pamela acted and brought her knee up catching him right between his legs causing him to fall to the side, once he was off she reached for the syringe and implanted right in his left eye. His screams echoed through the house as she started fighting through the pain trying scrambled to get away but found her legs weak. "You dead bitch, how dear you," he uttered his voice pained.

With all the energy she had left she quickly tried to stand, but every move felt like lava was racing through her veins. Her achy body was running on fumes. Suddenly the sound of Eric's footsteps echoed in the big mansion. Her hero had come to save her.

Eric rushed through the home, searching for Pam. He had saw the figure in the house, heard her screams, and now he was out for blood. Using his speed he zoomed through the back doors, past the den, through the music room, sweeping into the lounge, only stopping when a disheveled Pam burst through the French doors of the lounge, "Pam-," he started a smile on his lips as he approached. But as he took several steps toward her, he rocked to a sudden halt.

He lifted his head just the slightest bit and sniffed again, just to be sure. Oh yes, he could smell it on the air like a cloak, masked at first whiff by the scent of blood and mud from outside. Sliver. He sharpened his eyes, his focus, on his progeny and realized it was coming from her. "Pam?" She just smiled, like she was happy to see him. "Are you-?" He stopped. Again, that little smile crinkled the edge of her eyes. "Eric." The murmur barely passed her lips before she promptly collapsed, but before she hit he sped over and caught her. Right as a bullet pierced a window. "We...have company." She cooed her voice a soft pained whisper.

"I've got you," Eric cooed back, but the situation was against him. He had no idea the numbers they were against, what they were capable of, and then there was Pam who lay limp in his arms. Eric was not going to take a chance with her. They were out here, seemingly alone, and cut off from the world, so how did this people find them and who were they?

He shook his head despairingly, before pulling Pam into his arms. He had to get her out of there, and the only way was through the wine cellar. Deep down in the dark was a hidden passage way that he had built a very long time ago to make disposing of his food easier, especially when the humans were unaware of their kind.

It went underground several miles before ending at an old ancient cemetery, and as of right now and dawn approaching that was the only place they could make it to. Suddenly an alarm started beeping, loud enough to wake a sleeping person and Eric used the noise to hide his movement as he rushed through the house. Once he reached the wine cellar, he shifted her weight and strides over to a wine rack unhooking a latch allowing it to swing easily away from the stone wall.

Abruptly the alarm stopped and was replaced with gun fire. "How the fuck did you loss her," echoed a male voice causing Eric to look up. "The bitch is strong even with the sliver in her…she stabbed me in the eye." Only two men were arguing but from the sounds above him he could tell more than two where in his home.

Entering the dark walkway he shifted Pam once again so he could lock the door, and after it was secure he zoomed away. Using his speed it wouldn't take long for him to get through it and out to the cemetery, but he could also fell the pull of the sun. Anger raced through Eric as he stared down at his naked progeny. Her hair was matted with blood from a wound on her head and the rest of her was somewhat missed colored...bruised.

She had come here for him to make sure he was safe and now here she laid lifeless in his arms. He wanted to find whoever was behind this and tear them apart. If he wasn't so worried about Pam he could have. He would be out hunting the gunman without consequence, but as Pam moans lightly in his arms he knew that his revenge could wait. She was more important.