Pam sat on Eric's bed staring down at her sleeping progeny she had no recollection of how and what time she had left the authority headquarters but she had gotten out, without being seized by the guards or double-crossed in some way by some miracle. Tara wriggled groaning slightly before burying her head in a silky pillow Eric Northman's progeny bit her lip then lay down beside the sleeping woman inhaling the scent of the pillows, it smelt of Eric, her maker her lover, her brother, her son...her complete and utter soulmate the one who was supposed to protect her, the one who had failed to protect her on a number of occasions protect her from Marnie, protect her from the magistrate ...protect her from, from this, yet she still loved and forgave him, she always would, because there was nothing He could do or say to her that would change that, the blonde lay in silence for a few minutes before she felt a few unwelcomed tears slip free to fall down her porcelain cheeks, at that she felt Tara stir awake and sleepily shifted around, Pam was greeted with chocolate brown eyes,

'Pam?' came the tired half-awake voice of Tara, Pam stared at her with blank eyes and then sat up wiping her tears, 'what's the matter?' Tara asked with worried eyes, she sniffles shaking her head and sat up in the dark sitting as still as she could and gawking at her, her form probably a silhouette in the darkness of the room, 'Pam' Tara repeated sternly making her jump,

'Where have you been? What's happened to you' she asked reaching out to touch her hand affectionately and with that she felt sudden nausea, nausea at the feeling of being touched, nausea at the sensation of skin to skin contact, nausea at the feeling of being...just being. She took off sprinting towards the private bathroom and then hurled into the toilet bowl, her body convulsing frontward and shaking like a hurricane, pam heard Tara get up and off of the bed and she approached the bathroom flicking on the lights. The blonde squinted burying my face into the toilets bowl and heard Tara take a step back with a gasp her body hitting the door frame as she took in the sight of her, the blonde shivered her lips juddering and looked up at her arms and hands slightly to see they were covered in blood as were her legs and between her thighs

The female cringed at the feeling of Tara's fear and heard her panic stricken voice,

'what happened?' she stuttered in terror and the blonde threw up again, tasting the irony metallic-tasting blood she had stomached over an hour ago, she looked up from the toilet bowl slightly and hiccuping , feeling more vomit trying to cruel its gruesome way up her throat.

'he his back' she struggled to form the sentence feeling nauseous at his very name, she gagged slightly and Tara seemed shocked,

'You-what?'

'Russell's back' she shat herself standing up from the toilet flushing it and then staring her dead in the eye, 'and his got Eric under his control...we-we have to get him' she said shakily moving out of the room, Tara followed behind her trying to keep up with her fast pace.

'Wait-wait Pam just slow down for one second stop' she demanded to grab Pam by her shoulder Pam froze and stiffened closing her eyes, Tara rounded her to stand in front of her then took in her bewildered appearance

'p-pam' what happened, why are your clothes shredded, why-

'me and Russell- she broke it down slowly blocking the bond if she didn't care about Tara she would completely drop the bombshell on her but she so happened to care and knew that telling Tara of her assault would only scare her this was Pam's burden to carry and- and she would attempt to carry it alone so blocking off the bond she shared with Tara she continued to lie

-had a fight' she finished the sentence with a shaky voice, attempting a pathetic smile and shrug of the shoulders tara stared at her for a few long moments before snapping

"Are you serious Pam...do you know how old he is he could have killed you if he chose it... you know he has it out for you and Eric mostly Eric'

Well I'm alive aren't I?...mostly' she said holding the still open wound and wincing Tara's eyes fixed on the blood that was sifting its way through Pam's dainty fingers,

'And your still bleeding' Tara said pointed out moving to touch the wound Pamela shied away from her touch turning her back and restlessly walking back towards the door, she could feel Tara's impatience analysing itself through their bond and grit her teeth stopping at the door with one palm outstretched on the white wooden door and the other clenched at the side of her body, her face completely slack her body again going completely still yet again as she stood still as a statue, something only vampires to do one of the many things the humans found creepy about them. she practically heard tara cock her head to the side and exhaled the breath she hadn't known she had been holding,

'Can we just forget about this?' She said with forced brightness turning around, to see Tara's confused features 'I know your worried but / But look I'm here aren't I? I'm fine and-

'Pam'

'And- Pam cut in once again sharply. but. still trying not to lose her cool- I'll feel much better after a shower' she confessed with a fake smile hoping to god she was right, once she was out of the shower she would go to Tinkerbell.

as much as she hated to admit it Sookie was the only chance she had at busting Eric out of there he would listen to her and...and Pam would just have to hope she didn't bump into...him. again.

'Everything will be how it was after I shower back to normal' Pam muttered more to herself than Tara turning as she turned and opened the bathroom ; almost immediately losing her show off a smile whispering the promise so quietly Tara wondered if Pam had actually spoken or if she had just been hearing things. She guessed she would never know.

After closing the door Pam, stripped off the bloody and ripped clothing the fabric struggling down her body sticky with blood, Pam grimaced at the open wound on her stomach and winced once she stupidly placed her fingertips to the tender flesh, She had really been beaten down good this time and she could count on one hand the number of times she had been Beatdown badly but this one really topped all of them, by far. Pam tried to clear the thoughts from her mind unclasping her bra and then looking down only to realise she had lost her underwear on the way back to fangtasia shutting her eyes Pam breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth and then stepped in the Shower which was running with steamy water, she hadn't even remembered turning on the tap to hot but she must've because Tara was upstairs and the bar was still empty...right?, the blonde looked around paranoia fresh in her being before cautiously stepping into the shower that was so hot she recoiled from it at first but then embraced it hoping by some miracle it would burn away the shame...the embarrassment she couldn't imagine anything else would.

she allowed the innocent droplets of water to morph into tiny sharp blades that maned and burn her skin reddening it , yet she stood there without moving watching the once clear water now turn pink as the blood mixed with it and retreated down the faucet, Pam moved slowly picking up the bleach from the left side of the shower, inspecting the label to make sure it wasn't the cheap stuff that didn't achieve shit, and then pouring it over her scrunchy to scrub herself with it.

The smell forced its way up her nose and down her throat causing her to almost choke on it and she moved a palm to her mouth holding in the cough because...because coughing it out would make her weak and she was not weak, she was broken from her thoughts when she felt blood and a mixture of warm liquid trailing its way down her inside thigh reaching between there she examined it then drew her hand up to see her fingers were coated with blood and a whitish substance which were the remains of Russell release, she put her hand down breathing heavily and then stared at the white tiles suddenly feeling the sudden urge to vomit, the feeling of nausea overwhelming her so much she couldn't take it, gagging she threw up a third time, there and then on the spot and then let out a cry of frustration and anguish which echoed off of the bathroom walls. before sliding down the showers wall to cradle her knees. meanwhile, Tara stayed put blocking off her bond with Pam so that she could ease drop and stand outside the bathroom door a surge of uncontrolled worry crawled its way up her spine when she heard a bone cracking cry from behind the door.

sorry its short but I wanted to update because well I haven't updated in ages please lemme know what u think? x