Eric doesn't waste any time. He tackles Russell, fangs bared and eyes wide. He doesn't think he's ever been this angry in his life.
The older vampire beneath him grins triumphantly, relishing in Eric's emotional response. Eric can smell you from here, your blood leaking onto the ugly shag carpet. He wrinkles his nose, forbidding himself from looking at you. He can't. He doesn't want to see you like that. And if he does glance at you, Russell will make a move. But he wants to look at you, badly.
"Did I upset you?" Russell asks, southern accent thickening with the amusement in his voice. Eric growls, a low deep sound that would terrify even the oldest of vampires. But not Russell. No. Russell's too old for this shit. He was bored, he wanted to make things interesting. Killing you seemed like a fun idea.
Eric, blinded by rage, doesn't notice the other stake Russell has tucked into his pants. The blonde might be bigger than him, but Russell's older and faster. Eric had the advantage back in New Orleans, but not now. His head isn't clear like it was then. He's pinning Russell to the carpet with an arm against his throat and his knees digging into the top of his thighs.
Russell immediately notices Eric glance at you. He's fast when he does, but not fast enough. He's distracted. He wants to heal you, but he has to deal with the threat first. Russell can sense the inner turmoil he's experiencing, and he loves it. This is exactly what he hoped would happen.
There's a large grin on Russell's face, one that falters once Eric gets his hands around his throat. Russell's never seen Eric this angry before. He'd never admit this out loud, but Eric is scary when he's angry. Not a huge surprise, the guy's as big as a fuckin' mountain, and he used to be a Viking for god's sake. He's also been alive for 1000 years. Probably has a lot of built-up anger and trauma he hasn't worked through. And Russell knows all about his past. He knows about Sylvie. He knows about his human life and the family he had. Russell knows everything about Eric, and Eric knows nothing about Russell.
If Russell doesn't do something, Eric's gonna take his head off. Eric inhales deeply, practically tasting your blood as he does. He growls again, tightening his grip on Russell's throat, "Killing me won't change anything." Russell manages to gasp.
Eric isn't listening. It's like he can't hear Russell. And even if he was listening, he wouldn't agree with the sentiment. He's too busy thinking about you and what he can do to help you. He can't do anything right now. But he wants to, desperately. He just needs to take care of Russell first.
Blood-red tears build in the corner of Russell's wide eyes as Eric tightens his grip on him.
While Eric's distracted, Russel reaches into his waistband for the extra stake. It's not easy because of the hands around his throat, but he manages to grab the large piece of wood.
Before Eric can see the stake, Russell blindly plunges it into his chest.
When he's stabbed, a deep groan escapes his lips, echoing through the dimly lit motel room. Eric releases his grip on Russell's throat, collapsing on the carpet beside him.
Blood gushes from the wound, staining Eric's shirt and the ugly carpet. Russell watches as Eric writhes around on the floor. This fight is far from over. It's just beginning.
Russell realizes he didn't stab Eric in the heart. He stabbed him in the middle of the chest. He didn't kill him. Eric would've exploded into a pile of blood and guts by now if he did.
"Damn it." Russell curses under his breath, slowly rising on shaky legs. If he was any younger, he would probably be dead right now.
Russell approaches the younger vampire, and before Eric can react, he's being tossed out of the motel room and onto the pavement.
Eric groans, clutching the piece of wood sticking out of his chest. Russell's grin widens as he strolls through the doorway and out into the parking lot.
"You thought you could kill me?" He asks with a scoff, "Me?" Another scoff, "I'm Russell fuckin' Edgington." He spits, glaring down at the blonde beneath him.
Eric watches Russell's smug exit, struggling to push himself upright. He pulls the wooden stake out of his chest, hands stained red with blood. He's never been stabbed before, not in the chest, not so close to his heart. The pain is agonizing, but he needs to heal.
Just as the wound begins to close, Eric hears a quiet rattling noise from behind him. Russell glances at whatever's behind Eric and his grin turns into a gleeful smile.
Before Eric can turn around, he's pinned to the ground with silver chains. A low hiss escapes him, one that amuses Russell. Eric only knows what they are because of the familiar searing heat. Being restrained with silver never gets any less painful.
"Thank you, gorgeous," Russell says to the stranger, "Take this... vermin to the car." He commands, staring down at Eric with a smug look on his face.
Before the werewolf can lift Eric, "And put a towel down, don't get blood on my seats." Russell says with his eyebrow raised. The werewolf rolls his eyes and grabs Eric by the arms. He drags him across the parking lot, ignoring Eric's pained grunts.
Pam didn't enjoy waking up to screaming outside of her motel room. She was lying in bed next to Sarah, her new girlfriend. She was comfortable and content.
Until she heard Russell Edgington's stupid Southern accent.
She sits up in bed, feeling a familiar ache in her chest. It feels like she can hardly breathe. Pam inhales sharply, "Eric..." She gasps, rushing toward the door on shaky legs.
When she gets outside, she hears a car door slam. She narrows her eyes at the black Rolls Royce as it pulls away from the motel. She knows Eric's inside that car, she can feel it. And she knows Russell's in that car too.
That's when she smells it, blood. Eric's blood, it's all over the parking lot. But it's not just his blood that she smells. It's also your blood. Her nostrils flare and she turns slightly, marching toward your room. If she can't save Eric right now, she'll do the next best thing and save you.
She enters your motel room. Pam sees you sprawled on the floor covered in your blood. There's still a wooden stake sticking out of your stomach, soaked in blood as well. She curses under her breath, looking around the room for evidence of Russell's presence.
"Pam?" Sarah's standing behind her, just outside the doorway. Pam whirls around, trying to conceal the rising panic on her face, "What's going on?" Sarah asks. Her voice is soft and tired, she must've woken up when Pam left the room.
Sarah can't see her friend like this. It would traumatize her, and probably remind her of her cousin.
"Sarah, go back to the room," Pam commands, stepping closer to the shifter. Sarah tries to look over her shoulder, "Sarah! Now!" Pam raises her voice, surprising the curly-haired girl.
Sarah tilts her head back slightly and sniffs the air, pausing suddenly as the smell of copper reaches her nose, "Is she in there?" She asks, eyes wide with panic. She tries to push past Pam, only to be held back.
A few doors over, Bill exits his motel room.
Sarah struggles against the vampire, "Pam, let me through," She demands, trying to pry Pam's hands off her shoulders, "Pam!" She yells desperately, trying to shove the older woman through the doorway.
Pam furrows her eyebrows and releases her grip on the woman, giving Bill a chance to grab her. Sarah seems surprised that Pam let her go. And she tries to sneak past her. But Bill's too fast.
As soon as Bill has her, he pulls her into his arms. Sarah yelps, staring up at the man in surprise. In her panic, she didn't hear him approach. Pam feels bad, but she shouldn't see you like that, dead on the floor covered in blood. You won't be that way for long. Sarah just has to wait a while.
"Save Eric, I'll deal with this," Pam instructs.
Bill Compton speeds away into the forest with Sarah in his arms. Pam stares after them with a pained look on her face. She doesn't know where Margot and Henry are, but they're not important. She has to save you and Eric first.
She glances over her shoulder at you. She doesn't know why she expected a different sight, but she did. And you look the same, unfortunately. Paler than before, lifeless, and drenched in blood. The sight of your body disturbs Pam. It even makes her a little sad to see you like that.
Despite herself, Pam is nervous. She's never made a vampire before. She only knows how to do it because of Eric. He made Pam. She spent 24 hours buried in the ground transforming. She doesn't remember dying and changing. She only remembers clawing her way out of the grave. And then she asked Eric to explain everything to her. He told her exactly what he did to change her.
You don't have any more blood in your body for Pam to drain, so she's a bit worried. To turn a human into a vampire, you must drain them of their blood and then fill their body with vampire blood. And after they have enough in their system, they must be buried for 24 hours or more. She's worried about whether or not you'll transform. You're dead, completely. There's no more blood left in your body. Pam isn't sure you'll become a vampire.
She re-enters the motel room and shuts the door behind her, locking it just in case. Pam's never thought about motherhood, not before now.