Chapter 20

My Heart To Heart (?) With Pam

I finished the reheated burger as well as some fries that I found in the bottom of the BK bag. Never had fast food tasted so delectable. Though I regretted not removing the onions when I saw Eric wrinkle his nose after kissing me. Garlic was irritating to vampires and not even humans wanted to kiss you after eating onions. Although I didn't have a toothbrush with me I did find toothpaste (good to know that oral hygiene was as important to Vamps as personal hygiene was) and used my finger to try and rid myself of my grievous case of halitosis.

I decided to fix my hair up when I saw that Pam had thoughtfully included accessories for my attire. There was a stunning necklace and matching earrings, the stones were ruby and obsidian set in a silver-tone metal with matching hair combs. I knew that Eric would love my hair up, making my neck more visible. The company we were sure to be keeping tonight wouldn't mind the fang marks I had been left with after last night. I would wear them like a badge of honor. To hear Eric call me his, to claim me, was exhilarating instead of infuriating. When Bill had done the same, I had made it known that I was not a possession to own. I guess it was just further proof that what I had felt for Bill Compton paled in comparison to what I held in my heart for Eric. I took a step back to gaze at my progress thus far. The dress fit me like a glove, hugging my curves and draping where it should.

Now if I can just get my hair to look nice in an updo.

"I can help you with that if you like."

"Holy hell, Pam, you scared the crap out of me!" Would I never get used to the super speed and stealth of vampires?

"Sorry, Sookie."

She actually halfway sounded like she was. I looked at her pale, beautiful face closely. She looked much better, having cleaned the blood from her eyes. She had most definitely reapplied makeup. This gave me hope that she had some beauty products that I desperately needed.

I wasn't disappointed as she held out a small black velvet bag.

"You apply and enhance your face, let me handle this mess you call your hair. Dear lord, girl, do you never moisturize your hair? When was the last time you had a trim? Your split ends have split ends."

"Cut the shit, Pam. You know what I want to ask and I know you have the answers. You don't care for polite conversation anymore than I do so lets please skip all the pointless chatter. Tell me, what has you so scared?"

"As much as I would like to bare my soul to you, Eric has forbade me doing so. He is my maker and I must obey him." I could tell that she really did want to tell me but as his creation, she could no more go against his command than she could walk into the sunlight and survive.

A thought crossed my mind. Maybe it was just silly to think it could work but I felt it was worth it to try.

"Pam, look at me." I turned to face her and she had a stunned look in her eyes. "Hop up and down on one foot, I command you to do so."

To my utter shock and a bit of amusement, she began to hop frantically on one stilettoed foot, the sound of her spiked heel echoing loudly throughout the dressing area.

"Okay, stop. I command you to stop! Now Pam, I demand that you tell me how wonderful I am, how smart and beautiful you find me."

"Sookie Stackhouse, you are one of God's most incredible creations. Your face is that of an angel and.."

"Okay, okay, I command you to stop." She was pissed, it scared me a little to be alone with her at that moment. "I'm sorry Pam, I guess I wanted to test that my theory would work by making you do things you would never do of your own accord. Now, one more thing. I command you to tell me why you were so upset when you came here tonight. Tell me EVERYTHING."

Her words were sudden and came out in a rush.

"I'm scared for my maker. I have never seen him so torn. When my maker is in danger, I am in danger. He is so preoccupied lately that things have been slipping by him, things that he would have normally caught without effort. I look out for Eric, partly out of loyalty, sometimes out of fealty, but mostly because my fate is tied to his. Should he be staked, I will be as well because they would expect me to seek vengeance for his final death. I am scared for myself, I am scared for him and I am scared for you. There is one solution that could end all of this here and now. Do you want to know how you can assure that we will all survive this?"

I nodded my head as the bloody tears that vampires cry began to well up in her eyes. I was fascinated by the sight and was finding it hard to focus on her words.

"If Eric turned you, made you vampire, Bill would have no choice but to relinquish his rights to any claims. He couldn't continue with his complaint against my maker."

Her words sounded as if they were coming to me through a long tunnel. My mind was focused on her lovely eyes and the deep pools of red that were to the point of overflowing the dams of her lower lids.

The red streaks began their trek down her porcelain face . Without thinking, my hand reached out and traced the trail to gather the glistening red fluid. I brought my finger to my mouth and licked her blood off of it. Hers was not as thick as Eric's and tasted a bit sweeter. Her expression was astonished as she realized that not only had I successfully commanded her to do what Eric had forbidden her to do, but I had just tasted her blood.

My head felt fuzzy as I leaned my face towards hers and used my tongue to clean her face of all the bloody tear streaks. I felt unlike myself. I felt very powerful and yet not in control of my own actions. The red trails were gone from her face but my thirst was not satisfied. I wanted more. I looked squarely into her eyes and spoke in a voice that sounded alien to my own ears.

"Yield to me, Pam. Open a vein for me, and let me drink from you."

She seemed in a daze as she lifted her wrist to her mouth and bit into it. The rush of her vampire blood was sudden yet slow and syrupy as she extended her arm to me.

I grabbed her gently and pulled the bleeding wound to my mouth. My movements were slow, my tongue circled the trickling fountain lazily before I closed my mouth around it. I heard her sigh, and her body seemed to relax against me. I drank deeply, sucking harder when the flow didn't meet my demand. In a hazy vision I saw myself through Pam's eyes, my mouth attached to her wrist, my eyes rolled back into my head, a look of utter bliss displayed on my face. This image was enough to pull me back into the present and I released my hold on her. She stumbled backwards into the wall and looked at me in utter amazement.

Her thought was immediate and seemed a bit shy coming from the Vampire that had made mortal men lick her boots in exchange for entrance to Fangtasia.

Will you share your sweet blood with me, my mistress? I have longed to taste you since we first met.

I nodded my head in agreement. Turnabout was fair play after all and it just seemed like the polite thing to do.

She walked towards me, slinking like a cat. Her fangs were extended and the sight of them sent chills down my spine. Who was I? This was not like me, to have pledged my heart and soul to Eric mere minutes ago and now here I was having the most inappropriate thoughts about someone else. And a female someone else at that.

Her mouth felt cold on my neck and she bit into me gently, only deeply enough to draw a minute flow of blood. Her tongue worked frantically over the punctures, the small sucking sounds she made against me were a huge turn-on. I felt myself wanting to grab her ass and was immediately horrified at the idea.

"I might be horribly jealous and upset about this little display if I did not find it intriguing and intensely arousing, to say the least."

Eric was standing in the doorway, his arms folded, smiling and displaying a very noticeable bulge in the crotch of his slacks.

Pam smiled into my neck, finding this situation amusing while I was utterly mortified.

"You were drinking from her, Pam?" His voice was teasing, playfully scolding his second in command.

"Why do you ask what you already know the answer to? I had no choice, she commanded me to let her drink from me and was merely returning the favor when you interrupted."

It was Eric's turn to look mortified.

"Did you say that she commanded you? She was able to force her will upon you? She drank from you?"

"I guess you really hadn't thought through the repercussions of sharing so much of YOUR blood with her." She laughed a very cynical sounding chuckle. "Yes, my master, it seems that through your blood bond with her, she has gained fealty from me and I would guess anyone else who serves or owes you."

She eyed me with what appeared to be a newfound respect.

"Thanks for the appetizer, Sookie. I hope to be invited to dinner sometime. I've had the Viking, you would be the perfect dessert." The innuendo hung thick in the air. She wiped the tiny red stains from the corner of her mouth as she exited the room, smiling at Eric as she passed.

His expression was hard to read as he walked over and pulled me towards him.

"Have you the faintest idea how hard it is to surprise one as old as I? And yet you keep finding ways to do so. I am amazed at you, how does an exotic flower such as yourself come to flourish in a place like Bon Temps? Its like finding a rare vintage wine at a fast food restaurant. What an amazing vampire you would be."

Yeah, yeah, what he said was sweet, blah blah blah. Really all I wanted him to do was take me to his bed and have hot, nasty sex with me right then. I would show him amazing. Jesus, you'd think that as many times as he and I had screwed, fucked, and made love in the past 24 hours, sex would be the last thing on my mind now. The blood, it had to be the blood that had me primed and raring to go. My libido was screaming for relief but I knew that we had business to attend to and that Eric wanted to show off his new plaything tonight.

'Hmmph. I think I make a pretty damned amazing human, thank you." I feigned being insulted and tried to shoo him out of the room so I could clean neck up and finish getting ready.

"That you do, lover, that you do."

I hoped he wasn't too angry with Pam. If he said a single cross word to her he was going to have to deal with me. Plus, there was a shitload more stuff that she needed to help me find the answers to.