Chapter 31

Apologize, Already!

Pam's POV

It's been a long damn night. I called to find out what was up Eric's ass and was told that Sookie had left him. Now I owed that fucking Chow a case of TruBlood. I really had thought it would take a little longer for my stubborn maker to run Sookie away. I was so hoping for that threesome. I was extremely annoyed as I watched the EMT's load that little maggot, Shawn into the back of the ambulance. He was thanking me the whole time.

"Mistress Pam! I wear this injury like a badge of honor! I worship you!!!" What a fucking loser.

So now, it seems , Eric's trashed his lair. He'd best not think that I'm going to clean that shit up. Men always seem to complicate the simplest of things. Instead of breaking all his valuables, why did he not go out and break a human? After all, that's what the majority of them were here for, our amusement. There were probably more than a few that would have let him do whatever he wanted to them willingly. Sick little bastards!

I had a strong feeling that it would be up to me to set things right. I knew better than anyone else all the trash talking that was going on in Shreveport about Eric's choice for a mate. They had been shocked when he started showing up at Fangtasia with her. The females had been snarky and vicious. Sookie didn't know that I had disposed of more than a couple of them for their rude behavior. It seems she was pretty good at blocking their negative thoughts.

Most humans had assumed for a long time that Eric and I were together that way. Although Eric and I had fucked each other numerous times, it had been many years since we were lovers on a regular basis. And though Eric was a phenomenal lover, I preferred women, plain and simple. There was a beauty and mystery to the female anatomy, secrets to discover. Fucking a woman was like opening a present, fucking a man was like getting stabbed or clubbed. Granted it was a pleasurable stabbing or clubbing, but there was a brutality to it that overall left me less than enthused. More than anything else, who would know how to work the female equipment better than someone who owned the same make and model?

I knew that when I finally got Sookie into bed, (and don't doubt for a minute that I eventually will), it would be spectacular because of the blood bond she had with Eric and in turn with me. I would feel her pleasure as I gave it to her and vice versa. It was a win win situation. I couldn't wait to feel her teeth on my skin.

But enough about that, I'll get myself all worked up and then have to degrade myself with one of these worthless breathers here at Fangtasia. Vamp on vamp (other than with Eric) was not an option for me.

Business was winding down, I had a beautiful little chick who called herself Jez and her handsome boyfriend Kriss lined up for some after work fun. I always did enjoy an audience and perhaps I might be able to pretend that they were Sookie and Eric if I tried hard enough. The two of them were excited as well, neither had ever been with a vamp before. I was just about to load them up into my Mercedes when my phone rang. FUCK! It was Eric.

"Yes, master?"

"I've been reviewing the bathroom surveillance video."

I knew where this was going. He wasn't going to let being called pussy-whipped go without repercussions.

"One second," I motioned my playmates closer and they inched towards me, terrified and exhilarated.

"My dears, I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain you this evening, so fuck off, okay?" I smiled sweetly as they beat a path out the door. "Proceed."

"Come over now so you can identify this insect and I can get my pound of flesh. And by the way, you can thank me later. The girl you were about to fuck is horrible in bed."

I hissed in reply and hung up. That damn viking has humped almost every female in Shreveport and the the surrounding parishes and he would have seen my intended playmates on the surveillance camera's.

"Chow, finish closing up and get these fucking breathers out of here! The master beckons." I rolled my eyes as one of the fucking breathers offered her neck to Chow. He nodded distractedly and eyed the girls bulging artery. Some people just want to die.

I made it to Eric's house in record time. I was anxious and excited to watch him kill. Revenge killing was especially brutal with him and I got hot and bothered just thinking about it.

I stepped carefully around the shards and destruction. He was changing his pants and I couldn't help but to ogle his ass. He had the Bentley of all asses. Poems and odes had been written about his behind in the olden days, I was sure. I lowered my gaze and saw a orangish colored pile of dust in the floor.

"Please tell me that's not the Mayan Fertility Idol I gave you."

"The very one. Lets look at the tape shall we? I'm ready to punish and then feed."

Yeah, I knew the kid, I had seen him at the bar and I knew that he worked at the 24 Hour Save-a-bunch. I'd been in there to buy duct tape and rope and had seen him. My memory was photographic and I recalled that the name on his I.D. Was Ian Lutz.

We drove to the all night junk mart and didn't have to wait long. Eric scared the kid so bad he pissed his pants. I would never get that smell out of the trunk, damnit!

We drove him to Eric's parcel of land outside of Shreveport. This is where he would come to should he ever need to go to ground. It was also his favorite spot to kill when he planned on getting a little messy.

I watched from the drivers seat as he dragged Ian to the big open field. The boy was screaming and begging for his life. How pathetic he was, I'd thought him brave to write such a thing about Eric, but this wasn't the case.

Seeing the way my master stalked around him in a circle was extremely arousing. I leaned the seat back slightly and raised my pleather skirt up around my hips. Leaning over, I reached into the glove box and pulled out the little yellow and black vibrator. The sales lady had called it the Bumblebee. I called it B.O.B., short for battery operated best-friend. I gave it a quick twist and heard the sweet buzzing sound

fill the car's interior.

I never took my eyes off of Eric. His brutality was beautiful. He drew screams out of the boy that were a symphony to my ears and made my pussy throb. I applied a little more pressure with the vibrator and felt myself draw too close to orgasm. I wanted to time this right, coming at the exact minute that Eric fed on the boy and ended his suffering. I could hear bones breaking and flesh ripping. Each sound was an erotic melody. I couldn't help but moan as I saw the flash of Eric's fangs, he was ready to feed and I was ready to explode all over the interior of my car.

I felt the first convulsion of pleasure as Eric sank his fangs into what was left of the boy. I spasmed as Ian did, my little death in sync with his final death. I was feeling the aftershocks of my release when Eric threw the carcass on the ground and roared at the sky with his arms outstretched. I could see his excitement bulging as he turned to me and began to walk towards the car. I knew what he wanted and I also knew that although I would undoubtedly enjoy the hell out of it, I couldn't allow it.

"Eric, you know that I cannot disobey you if you command me to submit, but I ask you to think about it. I really don't think we can be lovers if you want to make things right with Sookie. While I have no qualms about fucking you, she may not be so blase' about it."

"Help me get rid of it in the swamp. I need rest." was all he said to me until we had covered up his deed and were headed back to his house.

"Do you think Sookie will ever be able to deal with my true nature? Should I bother to pursue this? I cannot change who I am, I am not willing to mainstream like Bill. I do have deep feelings for her that go beyond lust. Am I going to hurt her even if I try my best not to, because I am a monster?"

"I think you should give Sookie more credit. She's a smart cookie and tough as nails. She stood up to you didn't she? I don't know any supe's that would do that, let alone a human. She knows what you are and she loves you anyway." I expressed an unspoken thought in the silence.

I could glamor her into how you want her to be. Save you some time....

"NO!" His tone was vicious and his answer swift. "I want her to truly WANT to be mine, it's not the same if it isn't of her own free will."

"As you wish."

"And by the way, very unfair of you to pleasure yourself in my presence when you knew I could hear you. What am I to do now? My lover has left and there is no battery operated options for me."

"Well, sugarpuss, you've got two options. You can get off your ass and get Sookie back in your bed, OR you can get real acquainted with your hand."

He definitely didn't find that as humorous as I did. Eric was so stuck on Sookie he wouldn't have sex with anyone else and his disdain at the thought of masturbating was obvious. He's never had to before, there was always someone willing to take care of that particular need for him.

"What I do know is that jewelry is usually well received by human women and she will most likely require a verbal apology. Just send her something shiny and apologize whether you're sorry or not."

"Thank you, Pam. I am glad to have one such as you to talk with,your advice is invaluable to me."

I was stunned to say the least. Never in our long association had Eric Northman thanked me for anything. He'd always treated my loyalty as something he was owed.

I didn't have a chance to tell him he was welcome before he was out of my car and inside his home. I could get used to this side of a kinder, gentler Eric.