Chapter 36

You Say I'm A Bitch Like It's A Bad Thing

Pam's POV

Bill fucking Compton dared to show his face at Fangtasia that night. He entered with that overblown air of self-importance that made me want to throw him under a trolley. I made no great haste to leave my adoring crowd of maggots to greet either of him and he took great offense to my lack of enthusiasm.

"Pam, I find your manners deplorable. I am, after all an Area Five investigator here on official business for the Queen." Bill the blow hard was back in action.

"And what official business would that be?" I smiled my most sarcastic smile, the one that makes humans scramble for cover. Compton either didn't notice my indifference or didn't care.

"Business to inform Eric Northman that the Queen has moved the trial date up a week. He is ordered to be in New Orleans to face the tribunal in four days time."

Well shit, that was cutting it pretty close. Quinn had gone along with the plan after all. I shouldn't have underestimated the eagerness of this fuck head to get on with having Eric staked.

Quinn and I had talked for a long time last night. As far as were's go, he was alright. I had never met an actual weretiger before, they're rare. I'd hatched my little plan over a bottle of AB neg TruBlood while he had downed one expensive German beer after another. I had wondered how willing he was to get much more involved, but once he admitted to me that he didn't really believe Bill would intercede on his behalf with the Queen, I knew I had him. I told him all about Bill's sniveling ways, of his outright sexual harassment of me and of how I had injured his pride by comparing his dick to Eric's. Like there was any real comparison.

"You actually told him that? To his face? Man, you're such a bitch!" The way he'd said it was meant as a compliment, at least I took it that way. I prided myself on being one and the admiration in his voice was hard to miss.

So I related my little plan and he seemed eager to be my accomplice. Bill reminded me of a male, blood sucking version of Paris Hilton. They're both annoying, useless, overconfident in their own looks and importance and they both leave you wondering how they escaped a public beating thus far. Amazing how someone who started out as a minor annoyance could have escalated to the point of having the most important person in my little universe staked over a girl he really cared nothing for.

Quinn had agreed to call Bill according to his original plan and tell him that he had Sookie. He would say that he had taken her to a secret location until he was sure that Bill would actually follow through with his end of the deal and ask the Queen to release him from his servitude. I thought briefly about asking the tiger why he was indentured to Sophie-Ann but decided I didn't really give a shit.

So Bill would surely fall hook line and sinker for Quinn's story, get his usual smug overconfidence and proceed with the trial. Once the trial started, Eric would produce Sookie, Bill would be shown for the incompetent moron that he is and hopefully would meet the business end of a piece of oak.

"What is it that makes you so protective of Northman, Pam?" Quinn had looked me in the eye. He had looked so yummy at that moment, I'd actually entertained thoughts of bedding him. I came to my senses quickly. "I mean, I know he's your maker and that means you have to serve him and all, but in most relationships I've seen, like that, there's animosity and fighting. It's forced. You seem so independent and strong, I can't understand why you haven't left by now."

"I did leave once, long ago. Eric released me from my fealty to him as my maker and I thought it was what I wanted. I found I was aimless, bored and truly lost without my maker. I had realized that he was no longer my master but my best friend instead." I couldn't believe I was admitting all of this to a were I barely knew. "Besides, there's never a dull moment when Eric's around."

We'd both laughed and clinked our bottles together in a toast.

Bill's voice was like nails on a chalkboard, gratingly bringing me out of my reverie.

"I said I would like to speak to Eric now. I must deliver this message to him personally!"

"Eric isn't here, Bill. He's taken to ground in mourning. Sookie's gone missing and he's a wreck." I displayed a false sound of apprehension and tried my best to make it translate to my face. I think I was doing a fine job.

"Sookie is missing? I had no idea." This fucker however, wasn't winning any awards for his acting skills. I was ready to lay it on thick. A new plan was brewing inside my head and it was brilliant, in my own not so humble opinion.

"Bill, I'm scared. My master has lost it, pining over a fucking breather who may be at the bottom of a swamp now for all I know. I have never seen this life alone, I feel naked without his protection." What I really felt was a gag building in the back of my throat. Eric and Sookie were going to owe me big time and I knew exactly what I would ask for as repayment. It was a little something that ended in "eesome".

"Perhaps it's time you sought the protection of someone other than Eric. You know I have always had a fondness for you and your,.... charms." His hand brushed my breast in a not so subtle way. It was all I could do to keep from disconnecting his filthy hook from his wrist.

"Maybe you're right, Bill. This is a big deal, as you know, to trade my loyalty to you. Let me think about it, lover." I gave him my best seductive smile and I saw his pants start to tent in the front. What a fucking idiot. As if I would ever truly be loyal to this scum.

"Think on it, but not too long. I would like a definite answer before we go to trial so I can relay to the Queen whether you are friend or foe. I expect now that Sookie has gone missing, Eric will face a stiff penalty for his crime against me." He brushed his tiny erection against my leg as if to emphasize the word stiff. I felt the AB neg start to work it's way back up my throat.

"Message received, Bill. I'll take it all into consideration."

"Call me when you decide. You're a smart girl, Pam. And please pass along the new trial date to Eric." And he turned and left.

"Chow, handle things here. I have some phone calls to make."

I made my way to Eric's office and dialed his cell phone number. His voice was groggy, that lazy ass was still in bed and the night was already two hours old. He must have had a busy night making up to Sookie for his stupidity.

"Compton came in tonight. Quinn has him convinced that he has Sookie."

"Excellent. This was your idea I assume?"

"Yes, and there's more but I'd rather not tell you just yet. Plausible deniability and all that happy shit." Actually I wasn't going to tell him because I knew he would try and stop me.

"Very well, I trust you." Those last three words, so long in coming to me from Eric, told me I was doing the right thing.

"Well it's about damn time. All you need to know is that I have a plan to get rid of that pecker gnat Bill Compton once and for all. And let it suffice to say that a simple thank you isn't going to settle this up when I'm done. I'll be looking for more as payment."

"If you can truly rid us all of Compton, whatever you desire shall be yours."

I smiled into the phone. "I'm so glad to hear you say that!"