21Hello my lovely Paric shippers,
So here is capture two of my little crazy world of Paric. But first before I allow you to read further, I have to say tank you to all the lovely people favoring, following, and reviewing. You guys make this worth doing…Also if Eric seems a little OC/AU it supposed to be a little. We have always saw Eric with 'people' not Eric after almost losing everything alone with the one person he loves and has left.
Now I will say there might be a few time jumps, future and past... but I will warn you before I drop the bomb…but there isn't any in the chapter just fluffiness…Also I can't do just fluffiness so get ready for some shit storms as well…Sorry for any worldly used words, grammar, spelling, and other crazy shit…
I don't own nothing if I did...Willa and Tara would have been the ones Eric and Pam killed.
Chapter 2: Unheard apologize
"Nora!"
"No…please!"
With a gasp, he woke up; the undeniable sting of hurt racing through his chest, until he felt the soft weight of his progeny pressed into his side. Slowly he adjusted himself so that he could see the small figure that lay beside him and the sting of hurt slowly transformed into guilt. Despite being asleep there was a look of tired anger on her face. "I'm here Pamela. And I promise you I'll never leave again?" He cooed as he reached his hand out to stroke the hair away from her face. As soon as his hand hit her skin he watched as clamminess washed over her features. However, despite all of his movements there was nothing from her. This was why he had left. Not because he didn't care, not because he didn't love her or need her, but because he wasn't sure after losing everything he could be the strong hero she believed he was.
But as he stared down at her knowing deep down inside him that those hurt features were from him, all he wanted to do was cry. He had loved Nora and he had loved Godric, but as a small whimper exited Pam's parted lips, none of that seemed to matter now. Yes, the pain of losing Godric and watching Nora die helplessly would stay with him, haunt him for eternity. But as he saw the state of the woman he had chosen so long ago, who he loved with all his being, the only one left that truly knew him and loved him all because of him something inside him broke.
"Pamela," he cooed softly, but the women didn't move, causing Eric to smirk a little. "There's no need for you to actually be awake for any of this. As a matter of fact," he said, continuing to think aloud, "I'm much preferring the fact that you're asleep. At least this way I won't have to compete with your commentary."
With that he shifted more so that he could get a clear look at her beautiful face. "You know when I meet you, right then and there I knew there was just something about you," he paused allowing a smile to cress his lips. "But never in 900 years had I thought you would end up being my child." He sighed allowing his hand to dance over her shoulder, just how it had happen hundred years ago. "And believe me; I really didn't want to be a maker. But when I saw the blood and the sadness in your eyes...I couldn't let you die"
With a smirk he shook his head. "When I carried your body out the crematory…I was so angry, so scared, I thought I would hate you. But when night fell and I watched you wake, I watched you feed as if you have been doing it for years, when I felt your love…I fell for you…I was in awe of you " Eric paused watching as she took in a deep unneeded breath in her sleep causing him to smile. "I'm sorry," he said softly his eyes pulling away from her. "You have done nothing but love me, show me loyalty when I needed it the most, and when you needed me…I wasn't there." He stated as bloody tears appeared in his eyes.
Carefully so as not to wake her, he gently kissed the top of her head. "Sleep well, my dear. Cause I promise you for now on…nothing matters but us. Just like it used to be before the world found us…when we only had each other" Smiling down at her, he watched as the smallest quirk of a smile nestle itself in the corner of her mouth. Leaning down he pressed a small kiss to her lips, before pulling himself from the bed. Silently, he walked over to the door, only pausing when he heard her soft voice whisper. I love you too. Right then and there he knew that making up for what he had put her through wouldn't be easy, that moving past his pain with Nora would be harder, but with his concrete angle beside him…believing in him…loving him…he knew it was possible.
Later that night he actually got to see how possible it was when his progeny came stumbled in to the sitting area. Her hair was unkempt and red streaks covered her face from where she had been crying the other night. Without saying a word she plodded, toward the kitchen, groping around for something. When she didn't find it, she leaned peered around the side of the door frame. "Eric...please tell me we still have blood here?"
It took everything in Eric not to chuckle at the pout on her face. "Putting it down to your half-catatonic state, Pam, I will politely remind you that you hate it here, and actually told me to sale it and bring the blood supply to France." She groaned. "We don't have fresh blood, but we do have about twenty case of year old Tru Blood." He smiled brightly at her, holding up the bottle he was drinking.
Pamela groaned again, as if in pain, before huffing and going back to the kitchen. As soon as she was gone Eric allowed the smile to cress his lips, especially when he heard her mumbled curses. After a couple minutes later she returned walking back into the living room. "Since when do you ever listen to me?" she asked as she took a seat next to her maker, reluctantly opening the lid and looking at it mournfully.
"Well, after the fit you through I was worried that you would burn the place down if I didn't do it." He shrugged taking a drink from the horrible tasting liquid, before offering her a smile. He knew how much she hated Tru Blood, and the fact it was a shit type and a year old he couldn't help the chuckle that came forward.
Pam glanced his way, her face unamused, "Fine tonight we'll go and find us something good to eat." he said shaking his head, which earned a smile from his progeny. "As soon as this show goes off?" and just like that the smile was gone.
"Eric this is the fucking Titanic…and it just began," She snapped and Eric shrugged taking a sip from the bottle to hide the smirk. "Your smirking…was that a joke? Please say you are?" she added and without looking her direction he rose his hand up and place a finger on his lips to quite her.
Pam raised her eye brow at the motion, but the smile that threaten to come forth told him she knew he was joking and he was going to wish he hadn't done that. "Eric…I know you hate this movie…you said it was a mush lie." She retorted after a while, before taking another drink of the putrid drink. Sighing he turned off the TV and gave her a mock glare.
"Fine princess…where does the lady want to eat?" he asked sardonically and watched as Pam rolled her eyes again. "Fine…then I'll pick." He said taking her hand in his as he pulled her away, still in her clothing from the other night.
Eric's eyes sparkled as he watched Pam's bloody fingers marked the white keys of the piano, as they graceful moved over them. Releasing the young girl from his grip, Eric allowed her to fall on to the hard tile floor where her mother and two brothers laid unconscious as well. They had all been coming home from a vacation and easy pickings, and a good chance the whole virus thing hadn't found them. Slowly he walked up behind her almost amazed. 100 hundred years and never had he known she could play? "I never knew you played," he cooed and watched as a smile came to Pam's bloody face.
She looked beautiful, her hair was still a mess, her face was covered in blood, and her eyes were closed as she allowed the music to wash over her. "You never asked…but I figured you would of guessed since I grew up in a Victorian sensibility home." She countered only open her eyes when she felt Eric sit down on the long wooden bench. However, she didn't stop instead she watched as Eric placed his hands on the keys and started to play as well.
"I see more secrets reviled about the great enigma Eric Northman," Pam cooed not realizing how harsh it sounded until she watched Eric's eyes sadden; suddenly she stopped and bit her lip. "I'm sorry I shouldn't-," she started when Eric interrupted her.
"No…you're right…and for now on…I promise no more secrets." Pam's eyes knitted in confusion at his words, but she nodded giving him a soft smile. "Now where were we?" he asked placing his hands back on the keys. It might be hard trying to erase, forget, and forgive but the way her eyes lit up when he admitted she was right cause him such happiness that he knew it was worth it…she was worth it.