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Betaed by Breathesgirl

Previously:

As expected I found Pam on the other side of the door. I quickly fixed my hold on the book to hide the cover – a useless gesture since she already knew that the book was from Eric, but I still felt compelled to do that.

"Hi, Pam," I said.

I was surprised to see Pam's hair in a side ponytail tied with a fluffy, pink band.

"Hello, Sookie," she purred.

I had just enough time to think that she had a suspicious glint in her eye before she kissed me.

I'm sure I was catching flies when Pam pulled back.

"Pam!" I cried out.

What the hell?

"The wolf didn't pass on your kiss for me so I'm taking it for myself," she said, gracing me with a fangy smile.

I had no idea how to react so I just burst out laughing. I was almost – almost – sure that the situation could be explained by Pam's devious sense of humour. At least for the most part - let's not forget that Eric had a big influance on her.

"Next time I'll be more careful while passing on my greetings," I said shaking my head, red as a beet. "Come in – but I warn you, if you're not going to behave, I'll rescind your invitation."

"I'm starting to understand why Eric is doing everything in his power to make you turn this shade as often as he can. This blush is…" she licked her lips.

"Pam, I'm not kidding! If you don't stop this instant, I'll kick you out!"

"You're heartless," she deadpanned, clearly not taking my threat too seriously.

I glanced at the suitcase on wheels standing next to her and wondered how long she planned on staying at my place.

"Do you want help with carrying in your vanity case?" I joked pointing at the suitcase, since I was eager to change the subject.

"No need," she said with a straight face. "I left my vanity case in the trunk."

I looked over her shoulder at the car parked in my driveway.

"You have a minivan?" I'm not sure why that surprised me. "Practical."

She nodded, stepping over the threshold, pleased with my praise.

"It has a lot of space to pack," she said. "It's very useful for shopping and moving corpses."

That Pam.

"Do you want a True Blood?" I asked, ignoring her last comment.

"No, thank you, I already ate," she declined politely.

I didn't ask for details.

Then Pam took off her coat and I was left speechless. I started blinking nervously. I barely had time to process the first shock she caused before she gave me a reason for the next one and I wasn't sure if my eyes were deceiving me or not.

"Um... Pam?" I asked cautiously when I got my voice back.

"Yes?"

"Why are you wearing jeans and… a T-shirt with… Goodbye Kitty?"

"I worked at your bar," she explained as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

Suddenly I realised that Pam dressed up for Merlotte's the same way as she was always dressing for her shift at Fangtasia. Paired with her bored expression, for an unperceptive observer she would look behind the bar quite… well, I wouldn't risk saying homey, but she would fit in. The only thing missing was bubble gum. It was the weirdest idea that had crossed my mind in a long time.

Could vampires chew gum?

I looked at her ponytail again. Was she trying to emulate… me?

While I was trying to overcome my shock Pam proceeded with taking a pair of lilac slippers out of her suitcase and changing her shoes. It wasn't helping that the slippers were topped with big pom-poms decorated with silvery threads; Pam noticed me staring.

"They were a gift from Eric," she informed me politely.

That little tidbit proved to be too much and I started giggling. I couldn't help but wonder if Eric had bought the slippers online of if he had selected them personally in the store. The nail to my coffin was the nagging question: What gift Pam had reciprocated with. Maybe that was the right trail to solve the mystery of how Eric had clothes made of pink lycra?

"Do you mind working as a bartender?" I asked when my amusement ceased.

It was something I was worried about from the moment I had made the deal with Eric.

"I man the door at Fangtasia," she shrugged.

It relaxed me a little: though it was clear that serving beer at Merlotte's was not her dream-job, at least it looked like it wasn't something she hated either.

"What did Hervaux want?" she changed the subject.

"He informed me of the packmaster's funeral."

"Will you go?"

I shrugged.

"I probably should. Alcide said he would pick me up tomorrow."

"Hmmm…"

I wanted to ask what she meant by that 'hmmm' but I bit my tongue. I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear that particular answer and Pam was probably just baiting me.

I remembered my hostess duties and showed her the house. I gave her a clean towel and showed her where she could put her stuff. I had decided it would be best to just give her the room with the hidey-hole. I tried to prepare the place for her and make it as tidy and comfy as possible, but of course I was no miracle worker – it was still just a hole under the floor in the closet. Well, if Eric could sleep there and didn't complain then Pam could probably make it work too. After all, he was much taller.

Pam's thoughts must have been similar to mine because she said while looking at her future resting place, "It really is a shame you don't remember. I can't even question you about compromising details."

She looked truly disappointed with that fact.

"I wouldn't tell you anyway."

After a short internal debate I decided to give her the spare key as well, just in case our time-tables didn't work well together.

We moved to the living room and I stayed there to keep her company for some time. I knew of course that I would go to bed before her but it was still nice to spend some time with her. I didn't have visitors often so it was quite a pleasant change. In a sense, I felt like I got an unexpected opportunity to make up for not having sleepovers with my girlfriends as a teenager – especially when Pam complimented my new pink nail polish and mentioned that she would be willing to help me dohighlights at some point.

It made me wonder how it happened that Eric had thought it would be a good idea to turn someone with Pam's appearance. Not that I thought Pam wasn't good at being a vampire – quite the opposite, I thought she was terrific – but you wouldn't know that by looking at her… and that led to an absolutely fascinating conversation about Pam's past.

At last my fatigue won and after wishing Pam a good rest of the night I relocated to bed thinking about the strange day I'd had: I got sucked into a missing person's investigation concerning one of my least favourite people, I found out about the threat to my brother and avoided another one, aimed at me, and the cherry on the top? I got kissed by a werewolf and a vampiress. What happened to my quiet life?

I drifted off to sleep lulled by the three pages long musings of the beautiful captive about her lover's eye colour (blue), the cool softness of his (long, blond) hair, the strength of his (broad) shoulders and the delightful weakness that overcame her at the thought of the use he could make of the (plentiful) more hidden qualities of his anatomy.

Eric had known very well what he was doing by giving me that book.

Next time: a blast from the past.