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Soulmates	By : ShannonG Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 3941 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-01
- 2-02
- 3-03
- 4-04
- 5-05
- 6-06
- 7-07
- 8-08
- 9-09
- 10-10
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- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
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Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood, it's characters or locations, nor do I make money from writing this.
AN: Okay, this chapter has a bit of torture in it, so here's your warning. I don't get too graphic but it does speak of it, just to let you know. I hope everyone is enjoying the story and if you do, please leave a review and let me know. :) I also have only about 4-5 chapters left before the story either comes to a close or I'm inspired to continue it, not sure which it will be yet. My muse won't tell me which yet! The Brat!! Anyway, hope you enjoy this installment.
alucardgal30 - Well...yes, you will have to wait to find out but here's another chapter for you. :)
Chapter 09
After having fun with Bill for about 2 hours or so, Pam went back up to the bar to check on things. The vermin seemed to get restless when she or Eric was absent for too long. When she walked out of the office she was greeted with several nods and knowing smiles. All the vampires in the club could hear Bill’s whimpers, moans and groans. The only thing they knew for certain was that Bill hadn’t checked in with their Sherriff in proper time but they knew Bill had to have other strikes against him for Eric to allow Pam playtime with him. They didn’t envy the vampire but knew it was his own arrogance which put him where he was. Their Sherriff was fair, honorable and generally gave the vampires in his area a chance to explain any simple misunderstandings. So for Bill to be below…well, he must have done something really stupid (like piss their Sherriff off royally) or very bad, which would piss their Sherriff off royally. Either way, Bill was screwed and none of them felt any pity for him. Most of the vampires in Area Five didn’t like Bill. He acted as though he was on equal footing with the Area’s Sherriff and they all knew nothing could be further from the truth. It would make them laugh if it wasn’t so pathetic. Apparently, Bill couldn’t even handle the slightest of torture. Every vampire had heard his whimpers, moans and groans from the first one, which was almost the beginning of Pam’s playtime.
Pam returned their nods with a nod and a smirk. She knew they had heard every sound Bill had made. He really was a pussy. For a vampire, he was a disgrace for his lack of pain tolerance alone. Not to mention the misplaced arrogance he exuded. She couldn’t believe he actually thought the queen would come to his rescue. Even if she had sent him here to procure someone or something, and she was leaning more towards the someone, the queen hadn’t alerted the Area Sherriff (Eric) to any such procurement which should have been done. So why would she admit to trying to undermine Eric by helping Bill? His stupidity and arrogance was truly mind blowing.
The ‘manpire’, he didn’t deserve to be called an actual vampire, was pathetic. By the time she had finished placing the toothpicks he was already moaning and groaning. She had baby vamps who withstood pain better than him and a few humans too. He was only a few decades younger than her and should be able to handle a hell of a lot more before caving to making any kind of noise and then only barely audible noises. But half way through the toothpicks he had started whining and moaning. With a look of disgust Pam scanned the bar crowd to make sure everything was as it should be. Satisfied that nothing was amiss, she took her spot on the throne.
Shortly after taking her position on the throne Pam received a text from Eric. He let her know they would not be coming back to the bar tonight, which she figured as much. Also they would most likely be arriving late tomorrow night; she was to close the bar and then open tomorrow. Pam’s face kept her bored look while her mind was “jumping for joy”. She was so happy for her Maker. She could feel through the bond that he was very happy. She did have a moment of worry when she suddenly felt his spike of rage but then it calmed down to anger and disgust. She returned his text with an “Of course.” She also asked what happened earlier to cause his rage. Eric had texted her back a summary of the events and she didn’t have to imagine how much control it took for her Maker or Grandmaker to NOT kill the dirtbag. She got pissed at just the thought of someone trying to hurt her new Mistress or anyone she loved. This Gran sounded like a tough ol’bird. Of course, this meant that Pam was actually eager to meet someone so important to her Mistress. She was glad all was well and the trio had arrived when they did. She knew if they hadn’t, well, it would have been the dirtbag’s last mistake in his pathetic life.
Happy to have been updated with the night’s events and that everything was proper; Pam went back to scowling and hissing at the vermin at her feet. She really couldn’t understand how anyone, human or otherwise, could lower themselves so pitifully. It seemed the more they growled, hissed, or kicked those who dared to approach without permission, the more desperate they became. She really shouldn’t be surprised by their actions; she could smell the other types of abuse most of the vermin subjected themselves to. When the club first opened, it was kind of fun to have your meal throw themselves at you, having to hide for so many centuries, but that really got old quickly. It became more of a fast food joint for the vampires of the area. Fortunately for vampires; drugs, alcohol, sickness and neglect didn’t hurt them, it just changed the way the blood tasted. However, after 5 years of eating “junk food” Pam really wanted a gourmet dinner. Sadly, those were few and far between. Once in a while a clean and healthy person would venture into the bar, not minding if they became a meal, to check it out but not often enough.
She really hated working at the bar these nights. There were so many other things she would rather be doing but it was good business, so she did what she was supposed to, as did all vampires in the Area. At least tonight she got to play before work. And she got to witness Eric meeting his soulmate. Who would have thought the breather would be his mate?! She had to admit, she was easy on the eyes, shame she didn’t swing her way. Ah, well, hopefully she would find her mate soon too. Oh, don’t get her wrong, she wasn’t jealous or envious of her Maker at all. No, she was ecstatic for him, he deserved some happiness. She just hoped she didn’t have to wait a thousand years to meet hers, which would suck. Plus, she couldn’t wait to get to know her new Mistress. She knew the breather was special; her scent was heavenly, before she became her Maker’s mate.
The brief time she had spent around Sookie, Pam knew there was more to her than what you saw. It seemed as though she purposely projected herself one way when there was a whole hell of a lot underneath. She had witnessed her beauty, fire and spirit the night she first walked into the bar. Then she got to see the woman’s strength and intelligence tonight when dealing with Bill. Put all that together and you had one hell of a woman, which was exactly what it will take to keep up with Eric, not to mention Godric. She almost felt sorry for the blond breather, almost. She will definitely have her hands full with those two.
As the night started winding down, Pam couldn’t help the smirk from crossing her face. It was getting closer to time to go play with her new ‘toy’. It was a perfect ending for any day. It’s not that Pam tortured for the hell of it but she did enjoy it when the victim had it coming and Bill certainly had it coming. She didn’t know how long she would be allowed to play with the weasel but she was going to enjoy the time she had. She just needed to figure out what to do next. She had used the toothpicks dipped in silver, gave Bill a silver tattoo of a cute little bunny on his left shoulder blade, pulled his finger and toe nails off, and tried her hand at piercing various spots on his body. Now, what else could or should she do? Decisions, decisions. With an evil cackle, Pam locked the doors of Fangtasia, scaring vampire and human alike who heard it, happy that it wasn’t directed at them. It was not a pleasant sound.
Finally done with the bar, Pam sauntered down the stairs to the dungeon. Bill was still hanging in the restraints moaning. He even had a few new burn marks on his neck from reaching for the TruBlood hanging near him. Pam smiled when she saw her handy work and listened to the music of Bill. Well, the weasel wasn’t worth much in any other way. She had thought to pierce his dick but realized there wasn’t enough of it there to pierce. She laughed at the remembrance. She had to wonder how he managed to get his human wife pregnant with that little thing. It reminded her of, oh what were they called? The little corns you find in oriental food. Anyway, a swollen one of those was what Bill’s penis reminded her of. Eww! Even if she went for men, that just wasn’t enough. It was laughable. She suddenly had the song ‘Short Dick Man’ by 20 Fingers running through her head. She couldn’t wait to see Eric and Godric’s reactions to his pitifully small dick. Pam knew Eric was a healthy male, all eight inches of him. They had been sexual in the beginning of her vampire unlife then she decided to go for women. She wasn’t sure why she had just up and decided to play for the home field but she had, might have had something to do with her previous profession. Ah well, didn’t matter anyway.
Back to Bill. What should she do next? She could filet his feet and then lower the chains enough for him to have some pressure on them. Or she could try out the new silver makeup she had come across. She has been curious of just how much damage it would do. She didn’t expect much; it was a powder after all. But would it be enough to make it worth her while to keep in stock? Well, she could do both, she had the time before sunrise, even going at human speed.
As Pam stood by the table of tools, Bill tried to stay as still as he could. He had already added to his own injuries by reaching for and drinking some of the nasty TruBlood. He really was not wanting any more pain. He had been relieved to see Pam head upstairs to tend to the bar, this gave him several hours of respite but that was about to end. And by the look on her face, he really was not going to enjoy whatever she did next. His injuries were too slow in healing and the TruBlood, nasty as it was, was looking better and better. If he had known getting involved with the blond bitch would lead to this, he would have told the queen to find someone else. He’d been so sure of his success with this mission he hadn’t given a second thought to accepting it. She was just a blond bimbo of a waitress in a backwater town, who was supposedly telepathic. He hadn’t seen any signs of this trait which made the situation even worse. It really should’ve been so easy to seduce her, but instead he’s here in Eric’s dungeon being Pam’s plaything until Eric himself decided to take over. Damn but it really sucked to be him at the moment.
Pam slid on a pair of gloves; it would do no good to get any of the dust on herself. She then grabbed a makeup brush and turned towards Bill. Yeah, a little makeup just might make him bearable to look at. Oh, she suddenly realized he really needed a shave, those sideburns had to go! I’ll do that after applying his makeup, the silver straight razor should do just fine, Pam thought. With that settled, Pam walked up to Bill and started applying the silver dust. At first she was disappointed, it seemed to not really do anything then she applied a second coat…well, Bill started ‘singing’ again for her. Yes, this makeup was worth it. It didn’t do any major damage, like some of the other tools but it became a major irritation to the one wearing it. It was like an itch you can’t scratch or getting a bit of salt in an open wound, perfect.
After she finished making Bill look better, she returned to the table and picked up the silver straight razor. Now, time to take care of those hideous sideburns of his. She was a bit too good with the razor though, as it took only one swipe each for the sideburns to disappear, leaving behind scorched skin. Once finished with the shave, it was time to work on his feet. She imagined how much Bill was going to be ‘singing’ while she did this; shame the club was empty. This was the worst yet and he was such a pansy. As she approached, Bill tried to kick her away, not knowing what the filet knife was for exactly; just knowing it wouldn’t feel good.
Pam had anticipated his resistance and had his legs in shackles with a small bar in between quickly. With his leg and foot movement restricted so severely, Bill could only scream out his pain when Pam started slicing the skin away. When she had finished both feet Pam lowered the chains just enough for his raw feet to scrape the floor, dusted with silver powder, causing Bill to cry out each time. Pam continued his torture until just before sunrise, putting the filet knife to good use. She had already decided to take her dayrest here at the club so she could do as much as she could tonight. Tomorrow night Eric may want to take over and her fun would come to an end.
When the sun was about to rise was when Pam finally left Bill to his ‘rest’ while she went to hers. She knew Eric didn’t feel the pull of sunrise the same as she did. He usually was able to stay awake for another hour or so before the risk of the bleeds came on. He was also able to rise about an hour before sunset, benefits that come with age. She would get there one day, but not today. As she lay down just before sunrise, Pam had a smile on her face and sent her Maker a burst of joy, contentment and thanks. He returned her burst with his own feelings of joy, contentment and love. She liked it when nights ended this way.
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