A/N so I think I've rambled on a bit in this one. I hope y'all like it though. Still another chapter to come. Woo hoo?

Bizarrely it seemed as though everything had suddenly stopped the minute Eric had opened his mouth. Pam listened but heard nothing, it seemed as though time had completely stopped. There were no clocks ticking, no cars driving, no animals in the woods making a sound; it seemed as if every human heart on earth had suddenly stopped beating like they too had been caught off guard by Eric's sudden appearance.

It was when he said her name again that everything kicked back in and the world came out of its sudden complete pause, Pam though still felt stunned, so much so that in her haste to find a way to escape the basement without actually having to turn and face her maker the grip on the crate she held loosened and sent the bottles of synthetic blood to the floor.

Pam crouched down, her legs bending at the knees as she began to pick up the shattered pieces of glass, sure she could have Ginger do it but she hoped with no real belief that the awkwardness of their situation would make Eric leave. Her mind had filled with thoughts that no matter how hard she tried she couldn't push them away, had he come to tell her to leave the bar? To leave Shreveport? Had he come to release her? Had he come to do what he'd threatened all those nights ago and kill her?

She jumped suddenly, both physically and mentally as long thick yet soft fingers curled around her wrist and pulled her bloody and cut hand from the mess on the floor, she hadn't even realised that shards of glass were embedded in her flesh until slowly and gently Eric pulled each jagged piece from her hand.

It was his lips on her skin that broke Pam's silence, the sudden feeling of his tongue lapping at the blood that remained on her now healed fingers both confused and enraged her. She stood, yanking her hand from his grip and glared down at him with as much fury that she dared show, after all he may have pissed her off and hurt her but he was still her maker.

"Shouldn't you be in Sweden?" She asked.

"I should." He nodded and stood back up to his full height of 6 foot 4. "But a little vampire told me you'd be in tonight so I cancelled the flights."

Pam made a mental note to slap Jessica a few times if she made it out alive.

"Well I'm leaving, so you wasted your time, I'll have Ginger clear up the mess down here." She turned, her back to him, ready to leave or at least make an attempt too before he tore her head off, Eric had always liked to play with his victims for a while before putting them out of their misery.

"Pam we need to talk."

Pam spun so quickly that she was dimly impressed that her heals hadn't snapped with the speed that she had moved with..

"We need to talk?" She mimicked, her eyes blazing with a rage that despite the little voice in the back of her head telling her to tone it down, to watch her mouth she couldn't.

"We need to talk?" She repeated. "You've had over a year to talk to me Eric and you've spent that time doing god knows what with your fucking fairy."

"I." He began but she cut him off.

"NO, you had over a year to contact me and you didn't, there was nothing stopping you. You're my maker, whether I like it or not you know where I am every second of every day.

"you could've came to me!"

"No, I couldn't have and you know that. If I had you and I both know you would have been more pissed off, after all I would've been disobeying you again if I had, wouldn't I?" She raised an eyebrow. It was as if a dam had been opened up, all the hurt and rage that she'd bottled up over the past several months had spilled from the non existent box she'd kept them in and out through her mouth in a flurry.

"You threatened to kill me Eric, what was I supposed to do?" She asked, somewhat defeated.

"Pam…"

"And you meant it, I know you did. I just don't get how you could be so mad at me, how you could hate me for doing something that any progeny worth the blood that ties them to their maker would've done in my position."

"Pam…" Eric tried again.

Pam ignored him and continued on, if he was going to kill her then she'd at least give him one last piece of her mind before he did, he'd made her and knew that she wasn't the type of vampire to beg. As a human she'd begged him to make her, as a vampire, as what he'd made her over the years she wouldn't beg him to spare her, she wouldn't give Sookie the satisfaction of knowing she'd brought her down.

"for the first few days I thought you were still under Marnies spell, after all what vampire would give themselves up and put their entire species at risk for a human who could hardly stand him until he'd been turned into a giant man child? What kind of Viking would surrender without barely any fight?."

She dropped her eyes to the pink coffin that lay beside his jet black one and concentrated on a particular patch that had suddenly became the most interesting thing in the world.

"But I was wrong, at least about who's spell you were under." She laughed. "it was Sookies, it has been since the moment she stank up our bar."

She paused for a moment and took an unnecessary breath.

"So if you're going to kill me Eric get it over with, I wont apologise, not again. I stand by what I did and given the chance I'd do it again, as much as I hate both alternatives but I'd rather loose you to that blood bag than have to clean you up off the streets of this shitty little town!"

"PAM!"

Before she could answer, he'd pinned her to the wall by the stairs, one hand up above her head holding both her wrists, one of his long legs pressed between her too long slender ones and his lips, soft, gentle were pressed against her own.

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