Tonight is a red dress
kind of night.
Pam is handling Fangtasia on her own this evening, since Eric has been called away
by King Bill (fucking) Compton on some business. It's no surprise to her that a vampire so inferior would use every opportunity to take a power trip. Probably about something stupid, too.
As the night wears on, Pam herself receives a visitor. A very unexpected one at that: Sookie.
And she comes with a very unexpected request.
Eric wouldn't want Pam to turn her away, annoying as she is. So she'll hear her out, as much as she possibly can without rolling her eyes. Turns out that Sookie has come to complain about her house, and Eric buying it while she'd gone missing, and something something blah blah blah.
"Every memory of everyone I have ever loved is in that house," Sookie pleads in the relative quiet of Eric's office. "If there is anything you can do to convince him to leave me alone--"
"Did I miss somethin'?" Pam says, wholly uninterested in Sookie's problems, as she adjusts an earring. Because pleading with Pam gets you absofuckinglutely nowhere. And why the hell does Sookie think Pam would do any favors for her? "Are we 'girls' now? Do we join a book club and read some queer chick-lit memoir, so now we're bonded together by estrogen, or sisterhood, or some other feminist drivel?" She was that close
to eye-rolling there.
Sookie pulls a little face. "I don't do book clubs."
God, does she really take things that literally.
"Neither. Do. I." Pam looks her in the eye, cold and unblinking. "Eric is my Maker, Sookie. Did you really
think I'd side with you on this?"
They both know the answer.
Pam glides over to a small, gilded mirror on the wall to check her impeccable reflection. It frames her face perfectly. And yeah, she's looking pretty hot as usual.
Undeterred, Sookie asks, "Are you expecting him back tonight?"
Pam doesn't look away from her hotness in the mirror. "He usually checks in to count receipts before he goes to ground." A little flip of the hair.
"I'll wait for him here," Sookie suggests, "if that's all right with you."
Pam takes a moment.
Eric wouldn't want Pam to say no.
"Of course," she says with velvet masking her disdain, before turning to head for the door. But then she stops and faces Sookie again. "While you're waitin', though," she adds as an afterthought, "you really should reconsider his offer."
Sookie, standing there with her arms folded, gives Pam an incredulous expression. "Why
? So he can keep me? Use me? Drink from me? Or maybe lose control and drain me altogether?"
"It beats someone else doin' it," Pam replies in all seriousness.
She steps closer to Sookie, her senses picking up the sweet warmth of her skin and blood.
"With what you are, Faerie Princess, you need to be somebody's
, or you won't be
at all. Eric is handsome, he's rich, and in his own way-- he cares about you." Eyebrow arch. "He really does."
It's a hard sell. Pam doesn't make much of an effort.
And Sookie doesn't seem to buy it anyway. "Thanks for the advice," she says, trying to hide the fact that this is just a little bit unnerving. "But I will never
be Eric Northman's puppet."
Sweet, defiant little Sookie.
"Mmm. Shame for you, then," Pam purrs and smirks, her gaze never straying. "He pulls good string."
With that, she turns on her heel and strides out of the office, leaving Sookie to wait for Eric's return.
Thing is, neither of them have any idea that Eric-- at least, the Eric they both know-- isn't coming back.
(Continued: Later that night...
)[Dialogue taken from S4E3 of True Blood.]