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June 2013 - Updated
This story was originally published on 3/19/09. Any mistakes left are my own.
Pam's POV
"Oh, Eric. I am so glad you called," Sookie panted into the phone.
"Well, my Lover, it is good to see I still leave you breathless."
Oh please, stake me now! I rolled my eyes towards the ceiling and let out an exasperated sigh. One thousand years old and these are the best lines he can come up with? No wonder he still can't get the part-fairy to heel yet.
"What's the matter, Lover, have you missed me that much?"
Oh, just get a room! Really? And he didn't want people to start rumors he's acting like a human in love? Humph, that's all right. More ammunition to tease him with later. I better hope he never finds it's me who's really spreading all those rumors.
CLICK. The dial tone rang loudly in the room.
"What the fuck happened? Pam, is there something wrong with the phone lines? The line went dead."
"Maybe she hung up on you, Master," I told him rather innocently.
"Why the fuck would she hang up on me?"
Really, his mood has gone from bad to worse. He really needs to find some way to release all the pent up energy, and I know the perfect outlet. Let me see it's blonde, with big tits, and not here. "Well, with those cheesy lines you were feeding her, I wouldn't be surprised." I snickered.
"Just dial the number again."
I smiled as he gave me his shut-up-and-obey look. I quickly dialed the number and handed him the phone.
"Merlotte's, Terry here."
"Sookie Stackhouse," he said coldly into the receiver.
Stackhouse? Hmm would Sookie Northman sound better? That's a good one; I'll use that some other time. He'll definitely lose it if I tease him with that. The eternal bachelor–just mentioning the word wedding sets him off. Oh, this is just too easy. The possibilities are endless. Hmm . . . maybe it's time I finally shook the dust off my sapphire blue fabric and fashioned myself a wedding dress. Would he even remember the promise he made so long ago?
"Yeah, she's here but Sam said she needs to get back to work and not talk on the phone."
I was driven from my thoughts as I heard the shifter's employee tell Eric he couldn't speak to Sookie. I raised my eyebrow. This was not something my Master was going to take well.
"Hang up the fucking phone, Terry. Tell Loverboy he can call Sookie on her personal time. Right now she's working for me."
The sound of the dial tone filled the room again.
"Why that fucking goddamn shifter!" The phone was no more as Eric crunched it to bits with his fist.
Yup, just as I thought. Well, there goes that phone. Good thing I ordered ten more of the same kind. That was truly brave of the shifter to talk to Eric that way. Brave and stupid. He must have a death wish.
"Pam, accompany me."
Wow, he was really fuming. I almost feel sorry for Sookie. Is she going to be able to walk tomorrow? Will the shifter? "Oh, trouble in paradise, Master?" I just couldn't resist pouring salt in his wounds. Maybe now he can go claim her and fuck her out of his system. Maybe then we can all go back to our normal lives and put all of this behind us.
Before I had time to react, Eric came up to me in his vampire speed and grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back.
"Shut the fuck up! Not one more goddamn word out of you! If I so much as hear a peep out of you, I am going to stick a silver ball in your fucking mouth and make you swallow it! Am I understood?"
I nodded and submitted to him. Boy, he had it bad. Surely, he wasn't thinking of turning her–was he? I hid the worry from showing on my face and stayed quiet, ensuring that our road trip to Bon Temps was completely uneventful. Even I know when to shut up, and Eric's crazed driving certainly called for my silence. Just as we were within minutes of arriving to the shifter's hovel, Eric tensed, his fangs running down halfway.
"What's wrong?" I asked, worried something was happening to my Master.
"It's Sookie–she's in danger!" He stepped all the way down on the accelerator. Like a madman, he swerved wildly, driving maniacally down the streets.
I turned around so he wouldn't see me and rolled my eyes upwards. What a bore. When wasn't Sookie in danger? I just hoped whatever she had gotten herself into this time didn't put Eric's life in danger. If it does, I'll have no choice but to speak up to my Master. I've really had enough of this stupid infatuation of his.
We came upon the road to the shifter's mediocre bar and noticed the sign read CLOSED. It was a Friday night and it was still early. Something was definitely wrong.
Bill would have a lot to explain. Eric's fangs came fully down as he turned the car into the road which lead to Merlotte's with a loud growl. Someone's head was going to roll tonight. I was so glad I came along for the ride. Finally, this was getting interesting.
The parking lot was empty except for Bill's car and Sookie's pathetic excuse for an automobile–if it could even be called that. This was certainly not good at all. Eric parked his Corvette right by the entrance, and we got down, noticing it was eerily quiet.
An overwhelming smell lingered in the air as we made our way into the bar's entrance. Is that vinegar? There had definitely been a struggle here as the shifter's office doorframe was splintered, although it seemed like someone had tried to repair it. What the hell was happening here?
Eric opened the mental link we shared as Master and child and used his mindspeak on me. I think I hear something out back.
Deathly quiet, we made our way towards the noise. I startled him as I reached out for his hand. "Here, let me have those." I took his car keys, lest some ill fate befall them and we'd be stranded out here in this wasteland. He reluctantly gave me the keys and gave me the you-can-hold-the-keys-but-not-drive-my-car look as we continued to make our way toward the back.
He used his mindspeak again. I'm going to take a look from above.
I nodded to him as he flew away. What a showoff. He always had to rub it in that he could fly. I shook my head and walked on. The strong smell was assailing my nose again. Vinegar? What the hell could they possibly be doing with that?
Up ahead, I heard the gravel crunch and I knew "Superman" had landed. In my vampire speed, I went to my Master's location and walked up behind him.
Nothing could have ever prepared me for what my eyes were seeing. Both Sookie and Bill were standing by the Dumpster in the back—naked. Sookie looked downright ethereal in the moonlight. Something on her skin was making it glow and glisten. She certainly was beautiful, but nothing my Master hadn't seen before.
She had her back to us and it certainly was a spectacular view we were rewarded with. She was slightly turned and we could only see the profile of her right breast. Her right hand was pulling around Bill as she kissed him, her left hand was . . .oh shit! Her left hand was pulling on Compton's dick, giving him one heck of a hand job. She was stroking all of him.
"Sookie, Compton, what the fuck are you two doing?" Eric yelled, while in his mind he cursed at them in his native tongue.
Eric's voice was my signal to get closer so Sookie and Bill could see me. Yes, this was going to be very interesting. I guess I could scratch out that Sookie Northman taunt. There was no way he would take her back after this. I wanted to jump for joy as this obsession of his had finally come to an end.
Even more amazing and jumpworthy was that Eric used the voice. It had been a long time since he had used this tone. He used it only when his inner demons became unleashed and he shed the last remnants of his former humanity. My skin began to tingle and I started feeling my panties moisten as I beheld the true bloodthirsty, animalistic vampire before me.
"If you don't want to meet the true death where you stand, you will answer me! What the fuck is going on here?" he thundered at them.
I gave myself a mental high five for taking the keys away from Eric. Who knows what he would have done with them if I had let him keep them? I smiled devilishly as I realized I was going to need a funeral dress instead of a wedding one.
A popping sound filled the night air.
If I didn't value my life, I would have definitely started laughing at the sight of Claudine in her PJ's with rollers in her hair, and brushing her teeth. How delicious! The fairy godmother sensed that Sookie's life was in danger.
Well, that does it. Black funeral dress, definitely. What a shame. I could have had the most beautiful sapphire dress made with a matching hat, shoes, gloves, and a pocketbook just perfect for a spring wedding. Tsk. Tsk.
I breathed in deeply, hoping to catch the wonderful scent of fairy, but the scent was not there. That was truly odd. The overwhelming vinegar smell was somehow blocking the fairy scent, which should have been hitting us by now. I would have to remember that important bit of information for future use, although by the looks of it, Compton was already in on the secret use of vinegar. It was also apparent he was trying to mask some sort of scent on Sookie. Just what was Compton trying to cover up and in the shifter's office as well?
I used the mindspeak and related the vinegar thoughts to my Master.
I was just thinking the same thing, he answered back. Upon opening our link, I read his thoughts. They were a swirling mess of confusion.
Claudine pulled Sookie away and indicated she was going to take her. Yeah right, good luck with that! There is no way Eric is going to let Sookie get away. Maybe in a body bag after he was done with her, but alive? Not happening.
"No, Claudine. No!" Sookie yelled as Eric took a step towards her. I sensed he wanted to rip Sookie apart with his bare hands, but something stopped him from further advancing on her. What's he waiting for?
"No Claudine, No! Eric! Eric!" Sookie yelled.
The fairy popped away along with Sookie right before our eyes.
What? She actually wanted to stay? Maybe she really was crazy. But how is that possible? She actually got to leave? What was wrong with my Master?
Perhaps it was the way her succulent breasts bounced up and down, sideways, and all around as she was screaming his name which hypnotized him, because he actually left her alive. He could have killed her in an instant, even before the fairy could take her, but he let her go.
Yes! The sapphire dress was still in play. Perhaps he would remember his promise after all.
Eric glared at Bill who now had his full attention. He asked for an explanation as he picked up the discarded toothbrush. Oh, I wondered what devilish ways my Master was thinking of using that toothbrush on Compton. Oh, this was getting too good.
The loud noise coming from behind Compton momentarily averted our attentions. It was that stupid shifter. I rolled my eyes upwards in disgust. Ughh . . . shifters truly are the most stupidest beings. The shifter started screaming at us to leave his property. Did he know who he was talking to? Well my Master would surely remind him.
My nose began to tickle as a new scent assaulted it. Since Sookie had left, the vinegar smell had become a little less prominent, and another scent was coming off the shifter. What the hell? No, it couldn't be! Sookie's scent?
Apparently, my Master smelled it, too, and pulverized the toothbrush in his hand as his bloodlust took over his mind. Goodbye toothbrush. I guess we were doing this with our bare hands. Good thing I enjoyed the personal touch.
"Just what the fuck is going on here?" His booming voice brought me back to the matter at hand.
Black funeral dress. No doubt about it.
A/N: I absolutely loved writing this chapter. I haven't smiled/laughed so much in a while. Hope you enjoyed it, too.
Review Review! I want to thank those of you who review because you all have given me some awesome ideas. Power to the People! Especially thanks to Layne2 who reminded me that Sam can shift into something other than a dog. Hmm . . . what should I make Sam shift into? The next chapter is going to be interesting.
A/N 2: I really got a kick seeing AB took the same direction I did in my story in True Blood with how Pam feels about Sookie. LOL :)
Excellent chappie, beta. Excellent!
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