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Home Sweet Home	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 2948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own, profit, or pretend to originate True Blood or its characters. All rights belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.

Chapter List
- 1-Home Sweet Home
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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Pam stroked her thigh post orgasm, swirling blood around like she'd just given birth. The fang banging whore that she'd selected was dead of course; having been smothered to death against her snatch. She giggled in heartless satisfaction.
Wow, that Sookie had awakened some buried emotions like no one else before her. If only Eric hadn't been there, she was sure Sookie would have made good on her promises. Pam growled in remembrance of the half Fae temptress stroking her clit, but realized there was just so many times she could cum in an hour, so picked the matted blonde head of the anonymous girl off of her and flung her to the floor; springing off her Master's desk with vigor.
She licked her fingers clean and spared a glance to the Sookie look alike; all splayed out like a crime scene outline. She hated how fragile humans were. I mean come on- one ride, and they broke down. She shrugged her shoulders and walked naked to the half bath Eric had installed last year; as in times like these it was needed. She grabbed a washcloth and put some scented soap on it before turning on the warm water tap. She would clean up and have the body disposed of. It would be as if little miss 'hot tongue' had never existed, and as far as Pam was concerned, she never did. She hummed a tune as she went to work, wondering what outfit would be appropriate for the demise of Compton. A girl could never have enough costume options. Being a vampire had its advantages after all; she'd collected a wide array of outfits over the years. She could easily dress in Marie Antoinette couture or like a ninja if she cared to. Pam considered her vast wardrobe and for some strange reason the song you belong to me crossed her mind. She laughed out loud again. Indeed it was true. However her Maker wanted to keep Sookie all to himself, she was undoubtedly a shared commodity. And Pam couldn't wait for her turn.
There was that fundamental nature in Sookie that Pam recognized, because she saw it every night in the mirror. She blew herself a kiss in the glass to further agree with her thought. Sookie had the potential to make one hell of a vamp and then some.
Her spine tingled in that familiar way and she shivered. Eric was ready for her.
The forces they'd gathered for this operation were nothing but the elite of the supernatural community. Some Were snipers, vampire assassins, Daemons, and even some warlocks- all standing by and in the ready to storm the feeble compound in Monroe. Pam could hardly wait. Eric had promised her first kill but the pleasure of Compton would be all his of course. He was to be tortured and then brought to the Queen, so that her Master's genius plan could be initiated.
She speeded to the armoire beside one of Eric's bookshelves and decided to keep it simple. Black leggings and a black tank top with crew socks and steel toed boots. Pam put her hair up into a pony and whistled; her lackey Chuck, a new employ and baby vamp who's Maker was killed shortly after his turning, rushed in and bowed.
He was built like a bulldog and literally covered in tattoos, not as tall as Eric, but still tall enough to tower over most, especially her. "Ginger busy?" She asked annoyed.
"She's tending bar as the new girl just quit." He answered quickly. "Is there something I could help you with?" Chuck was hopeful, he knew some shit was going on and was itching to flex his new muscle as a vamp.
"Yeah, clean that shit up." Pam said bored, cocking her head to the corpse. She noticed his crestfallen expression and for some reason took pity on him. I mean he was gorgeous for a prick, and she had a soft spot for red hair and freckles. "And then you can load the Hummer for our trip."
Chuck's eyes, that matched hers for their violet hue, shined. "Yes Mistress."
Pam smirked and for whatever reason unknown, walked over to Chuck and grabbed his package with one manicured hand; stroking his dick lovingly, while whispering into his ear. "Do well tonight and Mama will give you a cookie."
His cock sprang to life and Pam laughed. "I hope you like pain."
Chuck grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and her ass with the other, kissing her plump lips chastely before breaking away. "It's what I live for."

"Eric, stop trying to distract me and tell me how long I've been sleeping!"
Sookie was sitting up in bed within Eric's little secret compound and about to burst a blood vessel. "Stop acting like I'm going to grow a second head!"
He was crouched in front of her and staring, pulling down her eyelids to zero in on her pupils and turning her head this way and that. Eric appeared satisfied.
"Just checking."
"For what?" Sookie huffed confused.
She was still in the pink lace panty set and felt like she'd blacked out or something because she'd be damned if she could remember past seeing Claudine in his bathroom. "I'm getting a little freaked here and you're acting kind of weird, even for you, so please…"
Eric smiled at that and plopped beside her, making a production of stroking her arm and giving her goose bumps. "Alright." He kissed her shoulder. "To answer your first question- one day. The second is complex because even I'm not sure. You became something other in the bathroom and I had to knock you out."
"Excuse me." She said surprised. "Did you just say 'knock me out'?"
Sookie put her hands to her face and chest looking over her body and shooting him a disbelieving glare. "Very funny."
"You should know me better by now. I don't joke about things like that."
She cocked her brow at him and he had to amend his statement. "Not where you're concerned anyway."
He actually didn't have much time to get her up to speed as it were, since Pam was already waiting for him in his office, no doubt annoyed. He'd used the bond of Maker and childe to let her know they'd be leaving shortly.
"Listen to me Sookie." Eric explained. "I would love nothing more than to be here with you and fill in the blanks. But unfortunately I have some matters to address. Pam has provided a banquet for you in the kitchen and I want you to eat- relax for me while I'm gone. I promise we'll talk more when I get back."
Sookie looked indignant but her stomach grumbled involuntarily, in which Eric gave her a smug wink, nodding that he'd been right- she was starving.
"And just might where do you have to be taking off to?"
"Hmm…I think I like this side of you."
Sookie scrunched up her features. "Well what is so damn important Eric that you're taking off half cocked and leaving me in the dark?" She knew what he was implying and had to correct him. "Before you try to make this some jealousy thing- let me assure you, it isn't."
"I didn't think you were jealous." Eric stated confidently. "It is well within your right to assume concern for my whereabouts. I would expect nothing less from my future wife." He grabbed he her face and drew her in for a kiss before she could object; her nostrils flaring and her eyes dark with fury. That is until she melted against him and found her body responding as if a switch had been turned.
Eric would surely do anything for her, as he loved her that much. The times spent in obsession over making her his, and the knowledge that she was now within his umbrella of protection, made this kiss unparalleled. He reluctantly pulled away. "After I am done tonight my little Fae," He murmured. "You will be my Queen in every sense of the word."
Sookie loved the note of fealty in his tone and sighed. "Done with what?"
"Well I'm planning to rescue your brother and facilitate the true death of Bill Compton by Sophie Ann, who in turn will meet her own demise by me." Eric ran his hand up her thigh; hovering over her sex. "This will lead to a very empty position of monarch for the Louisiana territories. A position I am more than qualified to fill and have turned down previously; having no reason to seek the notoriety and power of the throne until now." He finished, stroking her then, and making Sookie moan.
Sookie felt like she was having an out of body experience and the clouded hormones of what his hand was doing to her was making her slow. But his words eventually sunk in and she bolted up; pushing his arm away and straddling his hips. "Whoa- did you just say final death to Bill and Jason being rescued?"
Eric chuckled and flipped her underneath him, raking his fingernails up her legs, dipping his head to her parted center and inhaling.
Sookie squirmed but was insistent. "You are out of your mind if you think I'm not coming with you." She clutched his shoulders trying to focus, but he was trailing kisses over her abdomen and had pulled her panties down with his teeth. "Eric, are you hearing me?"
He licked his lips, unable to stave off the wave of lust he was feeling, and figured he had at least fifteen more minutes. Her faery vagina was just too sweet to ignore and his willpower of resisting it was futile. Before he lunged to take her slick folds into his mouth, Eric finally answered. "Oh you're going to cum alright."

"Hadley!" Sophie Ann screeched, stomping one of her hot pink Prada high heeled ankle boots in annoyance. "Fucking cow." She muttered, while unbuttoning her jacket and taking another deep breath. "HADLEY!"
Andre hurriedly walked into the foyer and crossed the white and black marbled tiles to address his Maker in a calm voice, as he was used to her temperament. "Hadley is still tied up in your room- remember? She can hear you but cannot respond- the ball gag is preventing it."
Sophie Ann rolled her eyes and took off the purple sequined blazer, practically throwing it at him. "Whatever." She waltzed past him and asked over her shoulder. "Did you remember to whip her every hour as I instructed?" Her voice dripped of sarcasm.
Andre followed her into the den. "Of course, she is welted up beautifully and I even left the blood on her skin for you to lick clean whenever you wish it."
Sophie Ann smiled wickedly and leaned against her desk, appraising her child and his tight white polo shirt that showed off his fitness and narrow waist. He raked a hand through his blonde hair and slowly walked up to her and parted her legs so he could stand in between them. "How did the meeting with Nial go?" His hands were massaging her hips and he leaned in to kiss her, but a hand in the face and a shove from her sent him to land into a leather chair. "Knock it off- I'm not in the mood."
His green eyes narrowed but he covered up his disgust at her rejection quickly. He was tired of her lately but feared asking for release, as he'd be most certainly staked for it. Andre could only hope the Viking would do it for him. "Did he agree to an alliance?"
"Oh the midget bastard laughed at me- said there was nothing for him to worry about." She pushed herself off the desk picked up her small dragonfly Tiffany lamp and shot it over Andre's head to smash against the wall. He didn't flinch. "Pompous faery asstard thinks he can defend his realm against Hell all by himself."
She'd used some of her nether connections to get information about Northman's plans, and had just been gang banged for it too. So to say she was irritated was an understatement. Andre put his hands into his lap and crossed his legs leisurely.
"So what is the plan now?"
There were many reasons for him wanting to know. One of them, to tip off the Sherriff of area five, so when he did come for his Maker, he would hopefully be spared. Sophie was too much of a twit to outsmart the millennia old vamp and he knew it.
"We are taking a trip to Monroe. I've recently been made aware that Compton is hiding out there and I think Eric plans to storm the place tonight. We'll be there waiting for him."
"How did you find out?"
She looked to her nails and shrugged, tossing her fire red hair over a shoulder. "Bill contacted me as I arrived home begging for help and apparently he has a gift for me too." She preened, liking presents. "So what are doing still sitting there? Round up the guards and let’s go!"
Andre sighed and nodded, jumping up and bowing. "It will be done. One question though."
Sophie Ann wanted to scream and jump in place as she hated deep conversation or having to think about anything other than herself for more than five minutes, and they were running on ten as it was. "What!"
Andre half smiled and knew just the thing to get his Maker distracted long enough for him to make a phone call. He mocked being serious. "What are you going to wear for your victory?"
Sophie Ann's eyes widened in horror. It would be seriously important to look good for the occasion. "Damn it!" She growled, mentally going through her closet.
"You of course look lovely as you are."
The Queen waved a hand at him in dismissal. "Oh shut the Fuck up already and do as ordered. I will be along shortly."
Andre did genuinely grin then as he straightened and turned away to walk out of the study. Shortly would be more like an hour. More than enough time for him to scheme up a plan. He shut the double doors behind him and pulled out his cell phone.
Freedom wasn't too far off now and he decided it was well worth betting the farm, as the human saying went. His fingers punched in a number he hadn't used in a while as he ran up the stairs to his room.
"What the fuck do you want, you pathetic suck hole?"
"Now Pam." Andre sweetly chastised, shutting his door swiftly while dropping his voice down to an octave that only she would be able to hear. "Is that any way to greet an old friend?"
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