Hello Paric shippers,

I'm here again with the fifth installment of my little story… but I also have a job for you…as of yesterday everyone figured out season 7 will be the last for true blood…now if you're like me you probably went….who gives a fuck about true blood, but then you think…shit no more Pam…no more Eric…no more Paric…nooo

Well that is what brings me to this right now people dot com is actually taken a poll about what we wanna see…and guess what? They actually have one for Pam and Eric…Eric to hook up with Pam… and one of my friends on tumbler actually made a petition on change dot com for an Eric and Pam spin off…now what I want you to do…and if you love the charters I will give you the web addresses and please go sign and vote.

thank you so much… now that I got that out let's get on with the story right…again thank you to all of your reviews…they make me almost as giddy as Paric moments do…ignore mistakes I'm sure there tons…Sorry…and I don't own anything cause if I did Pam and Eric would have their own spinoff and it would show the past hundred years from her turning…

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Chapter 5: cheers to adventures and memories

Eric sat on the small stair case that lead down into the ancient crypt they had taken shelter in. He sighed before resting his head in his hands. Night had fell more than two hours ago and still Pam lay motionlessly on the stone bench with only his dirty and bloody shirt to cover her body.

Sighing he pulled his eyes up to glance in her direction allowing them to linger. She was pale in the moonlight, even more so than usual. And though her features were peaceful in sleep, he eyed her warily as he stood and moved closer to her side. The last thing he wanted right now was for her to wake up and find him staring at her. Yet still, after staying by her side for so long, worried she might start developing those ugly black veins, he yearned to see those sharp blue eyes looking at him again.

The whole thing made him very angry. Seeing her lay on the bench like this had sent a thrill of fear down his spine he did not appreciate. Not to mention the panic that raced through him afraid that she would face the same fate as Nora. Scrubbing his hands over his face, he winced when he moved his injured arm. The bullet hadn't gone deep, barely more than a graze, but still the damage was done. The bullet was lanced with something that slowed the healing process, and if he had to guess Pam had also had a dose.

A soft groan caught his attention as he watched her eyes opened just the barest millimeter, but they immediately closed again as she shifted restlessly. His hand reached up to her head, fingers barely ghosting against her forehead as he gently brushed a lock of her hair from her face back toward her hairline. As soon as his hand touched her head, uncertainty and a spike of fear drove her hand almost of its own volition to shoot out and grip the wrist of said hand as hard as she could, which turned out to be not very hard at all.

Another hand grabbed her fingers and gently pried them off, while a voice soothed her. "shh now…you're safe I have you." Instant relief washed over her, relaxing her a tad bit but her head was still lost in the fog. However it was a voice she knew. She trusted that voice, at least to a certain extent.

Opening her eyes made them sting so much she could barely see anything. Jerkily, she rubbed the grit from one eye and peered closely at the person still holding one of her hands. "Eric." It came out a barely recognizable croak. He tsked and let go of her hand to bite into his wrist. Pulling it away he held it out to her, "Here drink."

She understood and raised her pained arms to cup his wrist that now rested on her lips. It had been a very long time since she drunk from him, and the taste was just as amazing as it was then. It smelt like a fine wine and as she allowed it to run over her tongue, she couldn't help the soft moan. It wasn't too thick or light and as taste goes it was pure bliss. It had been a long time since Pam had tasted blood like this and judging by the way she lapped at it, Eric was nothing but the best.

Or it could have been the way it open a sensation she had missed. It hadn't been to long ago since he released her, yet it still hurt like nothing she had ever felt. But now to be able to feel some of his emotions it was like coming home. She had known him for over a century, and had loved him since the day he came to her in the night and to fell his worry for her and his love, well it made her feel whole once again. After a couple of drags of his blood her mind started to clear. Her eyes met his as he watched her drink for a quiet minute without speaking.

While she drank, she utilized the momentary reprieve to search through her memory and slowly realized that she was upset. Shifting slightly so she could lean against him, her memory was confirmed by the pain in her body. She had been drugged, slivered, and beaten she was understandably angry. Pulling back slightly she raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth. "Thank you," she whispered softly her voice still pained.

That's when she noticed the large gash across his upper arm. It wouldn't have bothered her or even cause her to falter if the blood wasn't still sluggishly oozing out. If he had been shot last night then he should have healed…but he hadn't. "Your arm...it's not healing" The sight of his blood sluggishly running form the wound drawing in her eyes. "Why would you give me blood if you're not healing?" her voice was still pained but instead of worry it held anger.

He chuckled lightly, but it only caused Pam to glare his way. "All right… you've played the gracious host, the doctor, and the doting servant; but I'm awake now and it's time for you give me some answers."

His gaze turned piercing. "Because when I found you," he paused looking away. "When I found you…you were hurt…you were injected with sliver, but I wasn't sure…all I could think about was…what if it was hip V."

"I would have died quicker." She tried to joke.

He didn't smile back. "Nora suffered with it Pam…and I had to watch as she died." His cold eyes fell as he shook his head. "I was afraid I would have to watch it happen to you. I have never felt so scared, so angry, and as hurt as I did caring you from the house."

Pam's blue eyes slowly lowered as guilt started to race through her. He had given her blood yes and what had she done? She berated him for doing so unaware of the pain and fear he was suffering. "Do you at least know who shot you?" she asked her voice soft as she spoke.

"I have a few ideas of who it could have been. However, I did not get a good look at the time. I was rather preoccupied with the unconscious women in my arms." He spat as if the thought of the people hurting them get away made him irate.

"So no idea if we can expect a recurrence." She asked and listens as he huffed. "You act like this is my fault…I did nothing." She snapped tired of the way he was acting and watched as his angry eyes found hers. "You honestly believe I had something to do with this…don't you?"

Eric didn't answer her question instead he turned toward the large stone door. "Come on, we're only minutes from a village near here. Hopefully, by the time our would-be killer finishes searching my house - "

"No…not until you answer my fucking question," she growled her voice harsh, but the pains still embed in it. "Do you think I had something to do with this," she said motioning to the surroundings.

"They shoot me Pam…with a bullet that is laced with something that keeps the wound from healing…but you…they were trying to take you…so even if you didn't have anything to do with it they still were after you." He restored and watched as Pam's mouth gaped. She hadn't realized that they were trying to take her anywhere but that made sense since they had drugged her and weakened her. "Now… focus." Eric could feel his arm throbbing with pain. "When we get to the village, we can hopefully get a ride to the town a few kilometers away."

She remained silent and nodded as Eric's started toward the direction of the door. Eric had always had the gift of staying calm and in control at any time. Oh, Pam had seen him frustrated, but the only time she had seen him lose his temper was when something close to him was harmed or threaten, and right now if Eric had the men in custody he would have slaughtered them beyond recantation. Pain rushed through Pam as she stood, but it wasn't as painful then it was at first thanks to Eric's thousand year old blood.

Opening the door slightly he peered out, before turning back to Pam. He could see the pain in her eyes and he could sense it through there slight bond. Guilt echoed in his eyes before he walked down the stairs and grabbed her arm softly. "No… let go of me." She shouted jerking away from him, but his strength didn't allow her to move far. "Eric…I mean it…stop" she spat a sadness in her voice as she tried to keep it from cracking.

But it didn't work as he pulled her into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around her tiny weak frame. "I'm sorry…" he cooed into her hair as he felt her body go melt into his. "I was just so scared and so angry and I took it out on you and for that I'm sorry…they were after me just as much as you." He could feel Pam starting to realize silent sobs so he rubbed soft circles on her back that was covered by his large shirt. "Now come one we have to get away from this area in case the come back." He added pulling away to cup her faces.

"Eric your blood helped it really did…but I'm steal weak if we get attacked…I'll only be a problem," she finished and watched as Eric smiled at her. "I'm not joking Eric…your already hurt because of me…if anything else was to happen I could never forgive myself." She added this time allowing Eric to watch as a tear slid down her pale cheek.

"Well I guess you'll just have to be carried," he said softly as he brushed the tear away with his thumb. Pam glanced up at him ready to argue about how that would be even worse, when his finger pressed to her lips. "I'm not leaving you here Pamela. So you either walk or I carry you"

Leaves crunched under their feet as he moved among the trees. The forest was thick and its leafy canopy allowed trails of moonlight to leak through. It was rather amazing to the two of them to realize that only a couple days ago everything had been fine, and now, less than twenty-four hours later, they were fleeing on foot too weak to use their speed or their flight.

It was only when Pam deemed them far enough away that she asked a question that had been plaguing her thoughts. "How did you find me, Eric? You know… you never told me how you knew I was in Sweden or how you survived after the blood wore off" her eyes flitted over his features in the dim light.

Keeping his eyes on the ground and mentally lamenting his ruined shoes, Eric nevertheless felt Pam's eyes on him. "Like I said, Pam it wasn't hard. I already knew you would come…eventually and you know about my love for this country." He started before he paused like the rest of the question was too hard to mention. "When I left...I really wasn't myself. I was so hurt about Nora and the idea that I had lost both my father and my sister weighed on my mind…I just need time to get away to get away from the hell." He paused again and Pam reached over and took his hand in to hers.

"I know you hated her and that was my doing…but when she laid their dying…I asked her who would comfort me for century to come…and she said you." this time allowing his eyes to find Pam's. "she died in Bills house on one of the beds, and the thought of her remains being washed away by a fucking maid…I couldn't allow it to happen so I collected as much as I could…and I brought her to the most beautiful place I knew of."

Pam eyes fell at the thought of Eric scrapping up Nora's remains, and bringing them here so she could be somewhere beautiful. "While I was at the Baltic Sea burring the small urn …the blood wore off… I was exposed and the land next to the water's edge was rocky no place to bury myself and me being so old I knew it would not take long for me to burn …and for a moment I actually thought about it." Pam couldn't help the hurt that shown in her eyes at his comment. "But then I thought of you and how much it hurt me when godric left…so using all my strength I had left I pulled myself to the edge of the small cleft and throw myself into the dark water."

In away he knew that the trouble heading their way was none of her doing. If anything it was the fact they were vampires more than anything. So once again, they had been placed in the line of fire, and their lives in danger.

He hands momentarily tightened into fist. It wasn't what they did that caused this, but what they were. The vampires that had created this movement done it with the good intentions, but with its expansion, their enemies multiplied. The Obama's, Russell, the authority, Burrell, and other like-minded individuals had quickly come out of the wood work. And even the other vampire where after them.

Eric was not naive to believe that Pam didn't know how to handle herself, but he knew, he had seen, since those early days that Pam liked to play dirty. She would bat her big beautiful eyes, biting her lip, and using her famine ways to bring them in, before ripping their throats out. However, doing that gave them too much leeway, too much leverage. He shook his head mentally.

It angered him like very little else. It wasn't anything new for them to come after him, since he was a thousand year old vampire and a sheriff, but too many people had stepped on the women he loved. And even if he ripped out all their hearts there was still nothing he could actually do about it. They knew his weakness and that he wouldn't allow anything to happen to her, and her caring heart and love for him made her a the biggest of targets.

Was it any wonder this woman sitting beside him frustrated him? "We need sanctuary," Eric spoke up. "I need to find out what's going on and it needs to be far away from here." he looked over at Pam, swearing he had heard her snort softly. "Unfortunately, the closest one no one will look is London."

"Wonderful," she said dryly. It had been a very long time since she had stepped foot into London. There was too many painful memories that lay there. "So how do you plan on getting us there?"

"It's simple, really. All we need is to get to the nearest town. From there, England." Not for the first time, Eric cursed himself for leaving his cell behind, but at the time, all he wanted was to leave and get Pam somewhere safe. "Once we get to the town, we should be able to find you some clothing and a something to eat," Eric continued. "Once we get in the large city we'll be able to blend in more there."

"You forgot the possibility of an unknown assassin hunting us in said woods with a gun." Pam cursed as he helped her up from the falling tree they had been resting at. Eric gave a mock-sigh. "So hard to please, Is it any wonder that you drive me crazy?"

Pam smiled as she said in a hushed voice, "Actually, I recall a time in France where I was having a particularly horrid day and hid in a cemetery to cry my frustration. And then a young man, my only friend at the time, found me and surprised me with a beautiful necklace and a spectacular French girl that tasted like peaches."

"Dinner amidst the gravestones," Eric smiled too as he remembered. "You call that romantic?"

"I actually thought it was the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me." Pam said with a smile as she looked up through the trees to the moon above.

Eric said in an uncharacteristic voice, "Well your happiness means a lot to me. I couldn't bear to see you cry." Pam had always looked upon those days with happiness, especially the moments when it had been just Eric and herself. Before the great revelations, before Fangtasia . Still to this day, Pam remembered the pang in her heart when he saw what was happening.

The sadness washing over her to realize that she would have to share Eric with others, that the treasure of everything they shared was no longer her alone to bathe in. It got even worse when Eric began to bestow his affection upon Sookie. And Pam retreated into herself, occupying her time with the bar, and for the longest time, she thought herselff satisfied. Satisfied, if not happy.

The two continued walking through the forest, in the direction of the lights, and even though she wouldn't admit it she thought it was actually pretty romantic, sans the hit-man at their back and their injuries. She looked sideways at him and even in the moonlight; his face caused her heart to lurch. He still had that light within him; it flowed through his skin and lit up his eyes. A smile, unbidden, lifted her lips.

She recalled the first time she saw Eric. Pam would never tell him that he had struck her speechless as he stood there covered in her attacker's blood.

Pam gave a laugh and said quietly, "Remember that time when I attacked that large man that use to visit my brothel? I trapped him in the back of the pub." She laughed again.

Eric grumbled. "It took everything in me not to command you to glamour him and leave him." He scowled at her. "But even with my command I think you would have got him anyway."

Pam's eyes laughed at him. "I would have…he was a sadistic bastard and I was taught by a vindictive ass… plus I'm stubborn…you of all people should know that."

"plus I would have done anything for you." His voice was quiet. Eric gave her a soft smile. The laughter left Pam's eyes and bit her lip, staring forward. His words brought back his confession. She had been stunned then, unsure of whether to believe him, but his actions since then had proven nothing to the contrary. Her emotions ran rampant in his presence; Pam could not deny that she was feeling something for Eric, hell she had felt it since the first night she looked into his blue eyes.

Knowing that he claimed to love her made her shiver. Still the thought of his confession having something to do with Nora's death made it more difficult then she could have imagined and then there was the fact that he had completely told her that he was going to kill her, and chose that blond waitress slut over her countless times. Just because the last couple of nights adventures were bringing out introspections and grievances about each other, but it didn't truly mean that everything Eric said wasn't based off something else even those everything inside her prayed that it wasn't.

She supposed that under the moonlight, in the illuminated darkness, with no distractions gave them time to think. He sighed heavily. "Pam" to bring her eyes to his, wanting her to see the honest truth in his eyes. "I know I've hurt you…more than I would like to admit but all of it was a mistake."

"And the confession…was that a mistake too?" She searched his eyes, holding an unneeded breath and knowing that her own growing feelings hinged on his answer.

"You know I meant it...do you honestly believe that I was lying…that you mean nothing to me" Eric questioned without hesitation. "Pamela if I didn't care about you…if I didn't love you...You are and still are the only women that I can see me spending eternity with" His said giving her a soft smile.

Without realizing, Pam released the unneeded breath she was holding. His mask had dropped and she was looking at a vulnerable Eric. The same Eric that he had only allowed few to see and she was part of that few. Slowly, a shy smile lifted her lips.

"Good." Pam followed her reply with a decisive nod.

"Good?" Eric looked at her with confusion that melted away as Pam placed a soft kiss to his cheek and smiled brilliantly at him.

"Come on, we're nearly there." She said changing the subject. Eric followed, their hands still clasped together, but the air around them felt lighter. For all the Viking that he was, Eric had a feeling that something had changed in Pam, but he had no idea what. He shrugged. He'd take whatever it was, if it kept her smiling like that.