Pam.
Inside a crowded parking garage. I sit perched on a motorcycle. My firm petite body was exposed in a very short outfit. A mini skirt that didn't cover a thing and a halter top that held my breasts stiff and perky. My nipples were pierced with dangly hearts. Despite how delicious I looked and the ruckus a body like mine causes daily? An attitude was rumbling inside me that made me appear unattractive. I stared at my nails and my pink-painted lips curled into a grimace. I tapped my heel against the pedal. I was ready to go. Mostly because of the danger. I'm exposed. I could feel the eyes of several 'security' guards. Two were standing at the entrance to the elevators. Two more were by the stairwell. They are watching me but aren't lunging to attack. They technically still aren't allowed. It's been this way for days. We've been in the area for two days with several authority friends coming and going. They watch. That's it. They have been given orders to not hurt Eric around Sissi. The reaction would be catastrophic supposedly. I smiled slightly. Unfortunately, I do agree. My maker would kill them all just to show off for her. I'm sure they'd run off in the sunset and leave me bent over and spanked by the authority. He certainly turned on me overshooting off a bazooka that didn't even work. She was fine. That was stupid. I just reacted. I didn't want him to kill himself. I had to do something or. Since the interaction things between him and I are difficult. I try to get on his good side but there isn't one right now. Just bad and worse. So I'm sitting out here waiting.
I never go into the hospital. I can't. Eric always leaves me out here, with them, to rot in that girl's room. Watching her sleep off a headache. While I? I ran my hand across my taut stomach as I watched a meal bypass me. Those security guards watched intently. Hoping I attacked in front of them. The human that watched me with desire finally got what was going on, that he wasn't luring me. I was luring him. He skittered off. Just like the poor little mice find us dangerous. I find these Authority men dangerous. These are highly skilled men. They have guns. I can't drive away if they start a fight. I never took the time to learn. By the time these contraptions were popular. I was a vampire. After, I didn't need to. I could crawl up buildings in seconds. Stealthily of course. So why learn? Although. Times like these would be perfect. We're mainstreaming. Acting human while in public. It reminded me of before. Back when we had no choice but to hide. Skulk in the shadows as monsters. Oddly, we're celebrating our coffin days on Instagram. Transformed into attractions.
I thought fondly of my coffin day. My birth wasn't planned. Eric found me just as he found that girl. Well not in the same breath but he rescued me like a damsel. I was a wealthy young woman of the times. I even broke a few hearts before I was transformed. I was raised in high society. It was all politics, which bored me to no end, so I left it when I was finally a spinster and given my dowery to do as I wished. Back then I had just as high ambitions for myself. I turned that coin purse into a million bucks by opening up my very own Whore house. It was fabulous and ran clean. None of my girls had those wart things or syphilis. It wasn't until I had a patron that was killing my girls that I had run into trouble. I tried to keep them safe by buying more muscle. It was enough for a while. Then it happened. I was walking home one night, I hadn't seen the lowly man skulking around in the dark with a knife and fangs. He was gazing wonderfully at my exposed thigh. Eric dispatched that creature and disappeared. He came round again. At my brothel. While I was getting aquatinted with the vampire that saved my life. I was falling in love. It was sweet. So sweet that I never wanted to leave him. He was beautiful on the eyes and kept me happy. We dalliance as short-term lovers for a while, it was mostly us fucking, but soon I yearned to taste his blood. He refused. He told me what would happen once I became his. There wouldn't be such love, it would change and it's a High responsibility he wasn't ready to take. I gave him no choice. Either he would save my life or I'd die. The rest is history, just us killing and laughing. That was until she came along. That little fairy he's got his fangs into. She's all that matters.
I sound jealous don't I? See. I know I must look unattractive. It's just strange watching him change into someone else for her. To be second place in his heart. To have someone else around that mattered to him. The love may have changed but I still love him. My relationship with Eric is like a kinship. We're friends and occasionally we have darling sex with patrons or people that happen to be shapely enough. Bacchanals. My tastes in women have always held my palate and I need multiple and I thought Eric understood that well. Here he is getting excited over a winged twat. She's gorgeous on the eyes, yes, don't me wrong. It's just she's one little girl, that's it, she's like twelve and can't control herself. I just. The pur of the motorcycle drowned out the sound of my thoughts as music glared in diamond-encrusted earbuds. The tunes didn't matter just as long as I couldn't hear anyone's heart beating. Can't have me accidentally deciding to stop one. It would just be a gas. I rolled my eyes as my stomach rumbles. It's been difficult on the road. We don't feed well these days. Drinking junkies and dogs. We're constantly moving around from safe house to safe house. State to state. He doesn't let me go out of the country with him because of the danger of us getting caught together. He flies alone. I understand that about him. Well, he did. I don't know him anymore.
I dig around in my halter and pull something out. A lighter. A loose cigarette in my hand. I took a deep puff and blew it out my nose. The burn felt acidic. I took another draw and flicked the ashes. I don't know why I smoke these. They taste like dog shit. I can taste the individual ingredients. I blew more smoke. All this running around is making my hair frizzy and for what?! Little Miss can't stay dead.
Eric appeared. Those guards watched him intently. They had their hands on their weapons ready to shoot a wooden bullet. He didn't bother them. He just casually sauntered. His feet shuffled with regret. He held his head high even with tears following down his face like some sniffling child. The other vampires tried to heckle him. They didn't like his complete lack of acknowledgment despite them being authority guards. He wonders why he gets treated like a hooligan. I tossed the cigarette into a puddle and adjusted my position and we were off. The ride was uncomfortable as I held myself against his ridged back and ignored his attitude. He was aggressively upset about having to leave her behind. It's understandable, she's just so helpless.
Okay. It was more than a headache this time. She's alright. Just like any other time she gets herself half-dead. I know I hold my offenses against her because of her being. But you must understand: She's something that we shouldn't know of. She's unnatural. I'd know. I've seen her DNA under several microscopes. She's not normal. Especially the way she possesses the attention of vampires. How is it that she's breaking the hearts of two vampires and drawing the attention of two entire organizations filled with more of them? The authority has an intense interest in Ms. Stackhouse. She's lucky she's got friends in such high places otherwise she'd be questioned, that was harsh of me. I do know King Russel is unwanted attention for her and is quite upsetting. That's why they leave her alone. The sheer fear of the unknown amount of bodies that would drop if they dared tried to harm her with Russel alive. I am appalled. He's hiding.
His show of murder on tv was enough to have the authority officially be able to declare him staked. That entails he's no longer protected by his status. Their execution squads have his picture. If he's seen. He's to be taken seriously as extremely dangerous and they are to protect themselves at all cost. He's become the most wanted person on the planet by several human and vampire assassins that are all over the world. He's still somehow managed to escape us and them. He's incredibly wealthy and has excellent connections with other countries. We believe he's been somewhere in South America. We've been tracking his spending. Despite being on the run. Russel is still a big spender and uses several different hubs to disguise his purchases. He finds himself spending loads on materials for his arsenals filled with weapons of mass destruction. Russel has accumulated several arsenals. There's no telling what's in them other than military-grade material. A few of his compounds were decommissioned by Eric. Blowing them to smithereens. Eric was trying to smoke him out and he thinks he's done it. Well that the princess did it. Her passing out has drawn several vampires' attention. Russel's. King Bills, was posted up inside the hospital with the entire floor and staff collected and restaffed with authority goons. Each one with its UV light gun. Everywhere she went for testing she was guarded as an extinct creature under the protection of vampires. That's what he called his misappropriation of staff. They weren't just there for her but to threaten Eric. Who wasn't allowed in there with a weapon or anything to protect himself as he sat around wearing the same clothes for days and bemoaning she was dying. I'm not sure she can physically do that. I didn't say that to him of course. I just held my tongue and tried to be respectful.
The song I was listening to changed as Eric sped up with ferocious speed. He was weaving pretty fast. I turned my head to see several other motorists after us with silver-plated swords. They had authority insignias on leather jackets. On my thigh held a strap with a pink diamond encrusted Ruger. Inside held silver nitrate bullets. I popped three. Each one landed directly into their skulls. Their heads oozed with silver and their bikes crash. I could barely hear Eric lazily thank me over the music. We weren't safe yet. A helicopter was flying overhead with Bill inside. He was following us around with the intent to catch. We barely managed to escape him by ducking off into some woods, weaving through rough terrain, and doubling back. Why would we head back? We knew the princess has been taken home and was resting well. Bill would have gone back to watch her. We were staying at a motel just outside Shreveport. To cover our scents Eric has us stay in roach motels. He's sitting in a chair by a small window staring out the filthy tattered blinds. The sound of an old air conditioner conking in and out. His gun is in his lap. I was sitting on the bed with my laptop checking the cameras set up. We hacked into Russel's snooping account that hosts 24-hour live video of Sissi. She was sleeping. I zoomed in. She was twisted up in blankets as she spoke in her sleep. Drooling on a pillow. I switched frames. The house wasn't empty. Her sibling was staying on the couch downstairs. He and his girlfriend were talking. I decided to listen to them talk.
Tara. She was curled up against the corner of the television room couch. She looked ready for bed in a ratty old sweater and leggings. A blanket tossed over her legs. The exposed white tube socks were too big and looked like they were probably Jason's. Hm? I had heard they were together but sharing clothing, Ew. He was sitting next to her. His clothes still rumbled and appeared to be the same ones he's been in for days. The tv was on to overshadow what they were saying. I could barely hear them in my headphones. I mostly read their lips. Tara was mouthing her words slurred as if she had been drinking. She had a beer on the living room table. Jason didn't. They were conversing about not staying in town. Tara wasn't keen on staying in Bontemp where creatures are. While Jason wanted to stay for Sissi. His focus was on how his sister disappeared for days and wound up in the hospital. That his life was in danger of becoming the only family member he had. Tara tried to placate him. To swoon him into submission telling him Sissi was fine. That she could handle herself. Her brother was upset that Tara would say such things after an accident. Tara explained that Sissi was always fine. Jason stressed that she wasn't this time. Tara casually said something that I agree with. That she's the Angel of death. Nothing could take her but bodies always drop around her, and they needed to go. He took the bottle off the table and drank it. She tried to take it from him. He finished it and brought up someone else. Someone named Hadley. Talking about how she died. She was with the princess during her disappearance. The details weren't making sense. This Hadley was dead and that's why they were drinking. I grew tired of watching them and flipped the channel. Just checking outside. Bill was sitting on top of the roof, watching. He had the same idea we did but took a direct approach. Russel will come for her.
He did. He did come for her. As the wee hours dwindled. I grew bored of watching the cameras. I was streaming a movie. Eric still sleeps. I should have been watching but I couldn't take peeling my eyes off the Korean slasher flick that held my attention. As I watched copious amounts of blood and guts. Someone was heading towards Sissi. He was familiar looking too. Honestly, I know that I hold responsibility for my actions. But I honestly never thought that when I configured and synthesized a day walking potion it would even work. I was just ducking around in my laboratory. Mixing ingredients and cooking up a recipe. A recipe that's got this face plastered everywhere. Bill spotted the same face I saw sitting in the chair by a window. It was Elijah. But he didn't know that. He just mouthed off about Eric being too cocky. That he warned the fool if he saw him again. What would happen? No matter. The idiot and his men left to chase. Which was the plan. Elijah was allowing himself to get caught. Elijah was allowing himself to be seen. Not because he decided to take up for his brother. But because he was ordered to.
Korun was found on video later. He snuck outside her home while Bill and his men were occupied. His manic eyes were pressed against a window. The same window that looked into where Sissi slumbered hatefully. He breathed aggressively against the window pane as he watched. She tossed and turned and talked in her sleep. He listened carefully. He stayed until bright lights were breaking through clouds. A gift was left on her front porch. A deer. That morning both Tara and Jason screamed as the deer was dressed for her. Its head snapped off. They raced inside to get help. When Eric found out that Elijah was here. That his plan to smoke Russell outworked. He left. Just left me in the motel. I didn't stay long. I figured it best I laid low and the only place I felt comfortable doing that was at fangtasia. It was dark and dusty. Everything had been cleared out before we left. To keep me occupied and my thoughts off whatever Eric was up to. I decided to call an interior designer. If I'm mainstreaming. I'm doing it in style. They appeared. The services took mostly all day to get it right but by night time fangtasia was back. She was in full swing too. Patrons sure missed me. I sat on the old throne and felt ill. My eyes scanned the room. It was great to be back, but I sure miss my old friend. Eric Northman. I held back tears.
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Eric.
Crash, Bang. I grunted loudly while in serious pain. It radiated from my lower back to my neck. That was the sound of my body smashing into the concrete wall of an abandoned house. The brunt of my weight made a hole. The rubble of it surrounded me as I sat in the mess. Some pieces had my blood splattered on them. It hurt like a bitch to breathe but I was still breathing. The damage to my body was slowly healing while I watched the person that tossed me, get handcuffed. If the well-armed authority goons hadn't come, I'd probably be dead. The fight was gruesome. I'd much prefer to see Russel beheaded but this way I can use his capture to aid my life. As it was I that found him. Not Bill. I lay there a moment as he supervised his men walking Russel out of the abandoned house. I found him in. It was some hovel he had computers running and had werewolves protecting. There's gotta be a horde of information here. They can't kill me. They wouldn't have found all this without me. The sound of feet walking towards me made me scramble to sit up as if afraid to fight. The person bent down next to me and sat. But how did we get here? It all started after I left that derelict room where Pamela failed to inform me quickly enough of Russel and my brother's arrival. I left the room in a hurry. The sun was rising and would sit high. The only protection I had were my clothes and a pair of riding gloves. I hopped on the stolen beauty that raced with rage. A helmet sat over my hoodie. I'm sure I appeared foolish. I had been driving most of the morning. I had no direction other than trying to find the scent of Russel. Which meant Sissi's house. I knew he would find her. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist coming after Sissi after such a difficult time. When brought into the hospital. Sissi wasn't responsive. I have all their phones tapped. Once Jason was told Sissi was in the hospital and not awake? I dropped everything. I knew that Russell would too. I just hadn't expected that it would be such a show. He sent a deer to her. A broken mangled thing. Was it a threat?! Is that what he meant to do?! To hurt her?! To harm her in such ways for rejecting the obscene obsession he has with her? The thought filled me with fear. She's suffered enough. This ends. This must end. Now!
I arrived at the home of Sissi Stackhouse. It was difficult. I could see the damage. The home hadn't been fixed since Marnie. The downstairs windows were broken. The door was barely back on its hinges. A naked deer sat out on the front porch. It was gruesome to look at as flies flew. They were collecting in mass at its carcass. I stood watching them a buzz. No one appeared to be home. She must have left in a hurry after seeing this mess. I don't blame her. I picked up the thing. Drug it around back towards the trees that surrounded the property. Some wolf will come by and get it. Aged Blood covered me and covered my scent up. This wasn't needed now. But probably came in handy with those werewolves later. I ran back towards the house and cleaned up the glass that was left behind and made sure the door could at least close properly.
I'll pay to have the windows repaired later I tell myself. A darker thought came. I'll tell Pam in my will. She'll have to follow it as it's my last word as her maker if I'm caught or killed. After tossing the trash. I fondly thought about the spells on this house. The spells my father put up. Even with broken windows. Russel couldn't enter. I also didn't smell his scent here. It was overshadowed by Elijah's. I could smell him mostly around the edge of the property but his scent trails all around near Bills. I didn't stop to find out why. I left the Stackhouse home. I didn't pick up Russel until around that job of Sissi's. It's an old cabin-like structure. Real country style. In big red lights on top, it says Merlotte's. I hopped off the bike. It was around dinner time that I pulled up.
Upon entry. It was obvious the crowd wasn't used to vampires being around. I was escorted myself to a table and a waitress came. She was a redhead. Appeared to not want to speak to me. She asked me if I wanted Trueblood or Sissi. Either way, the Trueblood was 19 dollars. It wasn't warmed up right either. I didn't complain. I sat around watching everyone. You'd think I was wasting time. But I was trying to figure out why I could smell Russel here of all places. As if he had come in here and bathed himself in this tavern. Sissi does spend her time here. Her scent is heavy across these walls. After drinking my Trueblood. That's when I went around back to question Sam. The shifter. He was sequestered in his trailer. The sound of his tv played loudly. From his window, I could clearly see him standing with a gun aimed at my head. I made myself known peacefully by raising my hands. He came outside. A toothpick hanging out his mouth. The gun was a plain old shotgun. Probably filled with some sort of silver buckshot that will scar my pretty face. When I explained to him that I was looking for a vampire of a certain age and a certain attitude. He told me he hadn't met such a person. When he further questioned me? Asking why I was searching for this particular person. I felt it safe enough to inform him that Sissi was having trouble with one. That this vampire was threatening her. He stomped himself a helping hand and decided to help me find this vampire.
He had a truck. I was sitting in the passenger's seat. He was driving with the windows down. The sound of the engine and the wind blowing was annoying. I tried to roll mine up and he explained that I reeked. That he needed them down to breathe. I hadn't showered in a while. Sam tried to talk to me over the sound.
"So, ugh, You and Sissi?"
"Yes?" I mumbled.
"She still works for you?"
"What?"
"I'm just trying to make conversation."
"What are you asking?"
"Nothing. You said she's in danger right? Shouldn't we be checking on her? Call her or something?"
"I don't know where she is and I don't want to speak to her right now. Just tell me when you smell the scent of that vampire."
"It's hard to tell which is which. There are so many of you around these days. It's got everybody on their last nerve. I think."
"I assume that means yours too?"
"I'm not fond of vampires."
"I'm sure it's mutual for most of us too. If you hate vampires so much why help me? You could have just sent me on my way."
"You said she was in danger. Why don't you tell me who she's in danger from? Is it Bill? Because if it is, I'll kill him."
"It isn't William. Honestly, if I tell you, you'll just back out and I might need you as a distraction. I'm not sure what I'm heading into."
"Oh, so I'm the sacrifice. Thanks."
"I'll try to save you if I can. You did choose to come along."
"I didn't know Sissi knew many of you."
"She's been around us more lately. She shouldn't be but she doesn't listen. Anyway. You don't have to keep guessing. We're looking for Russell Edgington."
"Right."
"I'm serious."
"You mean to tell me? Of course, she would know that guy. He's the one that killed somebody on tv right?"
"Yes. "
He appeared fearful but ready to take action. I would be surprised if I didn't know it's because he hopes to be Sissi's knight. I could see it on his face now. How many boyfriends does she have? He eyed me sideways as if might have known I had thought that. The rest of the ride was silent except for the wind. My arm hanging out the window as I sniffed. We eventually found a trail. Russell was further out. There wasn't much but trees, and the bayou. It held a certain smell. Fishy but I kind of liked it. It was sort of pretty out here. We found an abandoned house. It was old. I mean ancient and filthy. The outside was molded and covered in vines and barely standing as it sank into the ground. Werewolves were lurking around as guards. I wanted Sam to just distract the beasts outdoors. To just make some objective noise. I hadn't expected it when we got out. That the shifter would immediately change. He was sweet looking in his dog form. The dog cocked its head at me and barked before heading off to take a piss and make a fool of himself as a reckless dog causing problems. It started with getting the attention of the wolves by appearing to search for food. They didn't bother the dog. Just watched as it sniffed around. It wasn't until the dog found itself in a pickle that some of the wolves came to its aid. The dog was picking a fight with what appeared to be a crocodile lurking. Its tail swishes as its sharp teeth glint. The dog was barking for help. The wolves attacked the crocodile to help the poor dog escape the trouble. While this was going on. I carefully dispatched the other wolves. Stealthily snooping around the tall grass and murky wet fields. A passing one came that ended up with its throat slit and its body hidden in reeds. I sneakily made it inside the house. There was a smell of old wood. It wafted as I carefully placed my feet. Being careful not to step on any creaking floors. Upon walking up the broken stairs. I found myself on the second floor of the home. Up here was where the computers are. Where I found Russell sitting awake. He was sitting in a chair. A computer in his face. Glasses hanging off his nose. He knew I was here the entire time but that didn't stop me from killing his werewolves.Russell finally took the time to notice me. I was watching him from the stairwell. He motioned for me to come closer. I didn't.
"It's good to see you old boy. I did wonder when I'd get to see that face again. I recall it wasn't well last time."
I moved slowly. My feet angled towards him. I was looking where he'd been. This must be where he spends his time most. So he's been here the entire time. Lurking under my nose. Watching after Sissi.
"I'm surprised you didn't show up at the hospital. I was prepared for you too."
"I would've. I wanted to. How exactly did she end up in a car crash? Why wasn't anyone with her?"
"Supposedly she was visiting family. A truck side swiped and she barely made it. I was sure this time things might have gone differently."
"Praise the heavens she's alright then."
I was standing much closer to him now. The computers were between us.
"She wasn't this morning."
He cackled darkly as if it was funny. I explained that he frightened her family. That this taunting wasn't the way to do it. That she would never love him. He smiled and said that may be true but she would never be able to stop thinking about him. That it was worth it if only to have a fraction of the creature that she is. He frowned as he jealously looked at me. He knew that he was staring at her next lover. He tossed the computers and launched at me. His hands were around my throat tightly. His grip was tighter than a vice grip. I was lying under him on the rough surface floors. My hands clawed at his face. My nails dug into his eyes and plucked them. His screams on my face were priceless. I was able to toss him off me. I had just a second to stand up and prepare for battle. Our bodies move impossibly quickly even with his handicap. We were flitting around. We were both adept at hand combat even while blind he was a formidable opponent. I'd get a hit and then he would. The battle was fought. Just before those guns came in. I was bent on my knees. Him behind me with his arms locked around my head. I could hear my bones cracking from the pressure. My elbows were knocking into him with force to make him release me. I managed to break his leg. It snapped with a crunch. I was tossed in response. As he was dragging himself away, blood leaked, popping. A single bullet lodged into the other leg. It oozed with silver dust. He screamed. Men surrounded him. They had him. So who was it that had come over to see me?
Elijah.
He had come in with those boys. Which can only mean he helped Bill find me after his capture. I was still sitting amongst the bloody concrete rubble of the broken wall. My brother silently sitting next to me. He looked good. Clean. He helped me sit up. I spied the damage to my body. It was less than what I received last time. I finally had the courage to say.
"What are you doing here?"
Elijah didn't speak. He sat still. His hands were on his knees. He rubbed them anxiously.
"Was it true? What did you say? Did Aude...I can barely remember that night. It's blurry. I just remembered her calling your name. My wife loved me and I killed her." My claws reached into my brother's throat. I pulled out his trachea. It clanked against the floor. His blood leaked as he slumped. I stared at him and then tried to stand up. A Gun was aimed at me. I was on my knees again as Bill got to do what he came to do. Which was to take me out. He walked up to me. My brother's body is at his feet. The gun touched my face with intent. Instead, he slapped a pair of silver cuffs onto my wrists and forced me up. His breath was in my ear as he spoke.
"Roman wants to see you..."
I was escorted out of that house. Past a cop van holding silver bars with Russel inside. He was going crazy. Banging himself against the walls. He belligerently shouts. I was put inside a black car. A vampire inside. One Id heard of but never met. Roman. He was older than me physically but younger than me by age. He was blonde too. But a dirty blonde. His hair was crew cut. His eyebrows were much darker and furrowed. His slim body was covered a fitted black suit. A insignia on his breast pocket indicating his status in the authority. He showed me respect as his elder by taking the cuffs off and offering me a champagne glass of blood. He was talking mostly as I was drinking. He wanted to know about my cloaks. As the car drove off. The only thought in my mind was what had I done. What had I gotten myself into? What had Pam done and what would happen to Sissi? He knew that she was the main ingredient. He knew that she was fae. He knew I loved her. But he also knew that I love money more. You could blame it on my roots. A Viking that only lived to fuck, kill and get filthy rich.
