In My Arms (1/?)
Title: In My Arms (1/?)
Author: crumpledquill
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: R
Genre: AU
Pairing: Pam/Jessica (Jessica/Nan, Pam/Nan)
Spoilers: None as it's AU
Disclaimer: I disclaim all characters etc that aren't mine.
Summary: Sequel to Let's Get Lost. Nan is Jessica's 'maker', but what happens when they visit Louisiana? Queue Pam. Set a few years after Let's Get Lost.
Something had always been missing for as long as she could remember. Her human life had long since gone, others never forgot theirs, but she did. Nan said that was normal, so she agreed with her. Others told her of the bond they shared with their makers. It was more than just sharing blood; it was like being the other half of a person. She fondly remembered Talbot telling her that he could not function without his maker - she never felt that with Nan.
Of course they were close, very close. Nan was her maker after all. They were sometimes lovers, sometimes best friends, they were close like sisters and a lot of the time it was just business. For Jessica that was too often.
Being who she was she looked up to Nan for guidance. Of course the world was not simple, she surmised that was the same for humans too, but how she craved for the reality of it. There was no spark, no inspiration from her maker. Nothing that the others spoke of - no pull.
There was just her and Nan. And it had been that way from the day Nan created her.
“Darling,” Nan spoke as she walked through the door. Jessica had been flicking aimlessly through the TV channels the hotel provided, Nan promptly taking the remote off of her, “I’m on in five.”
Jessica rolled her eyes, which didn’t go amiss,
“You know how important this is to me Jessica!”
She shot a look at the blonde and got up from the chair. Boredom wasn’t the word for it. At first it had been great, and the sex had been brilliant. Nan devoured her in every moment possible, but now she was just a fleeting fancy when her elder suited it. For someone as young as Jessica, being so bored was almost dangerous.
“You never involve me,” she whined, much like a petulant child. Nan didn’t even bother to move from the chair she’d seated herself in.
“Oh of course I do,” she spoke, her eyes fixed on the television, “You know how busy I’ve been.”
“I used to be beside you Nan - what happened to that?”
“If this is about appearing on TV-”
Jessica cut her off promptly, moving in front of the screen at vampire speed so her maker had no choice but to acknowledge her. Nan didn’t look amused.
“Get out of the way.”
There was a small silence, in which Jessica smirked, replying to the command with a firm,
“No.”
Nan stood up just as quick as Jessica had moved there in the first place. Her face, stone cold, was mere inches from the redhead’s.
“Sit,” she commanded, expecting Jessica to do as told - but she didn’t, “I said sit - down.”
“Make me,” Jessica replied with defiance. Nan grabbed her shoulders only spurring a laugh from the girl, “If you were my maker, I would have had no choice.”
The woman suddenly lost interest in her appearance on TV, a flicker of emotion running across her face - worry.
“Don’t forget your place.”
With that she pushed her into an armchair and made the girl watch the news.
**
“You didn’t miss her tonight,” Eric commented as Pam walked past his office door, trying to take a peek at the TV whilst going about her business.
“I thought she’d have been on tonight at least,” she replied, her voice softer than usual - a part of her only Eric got to see nowadays.
“Sorry to disappoint.”
Pam shrugged trying not to seem too disappointed. Of course her ‘game face’ didn’t wash with Eric, he never missed a beat. It was well over a hundred years and in all that time he’d seen her go through ups and downs, but no down had ever been as low as this.
Pam changed for Jessica, she learned to actually love - truly love. All that was snatched away by a spiteful bitch and her crony. Pam was never able to experience the true reality of being a maker. She could not see Jessica grow, could not teach her how to live or even survive. It felt like losing half of her soul, if indeed she did have a soul. Pam constantly worried about her protégé, and she would do for years...probably more.
“Where are you going tonight?” Eric asked, not letting her slip away in silence again. He too worried, maybe too much. She was his, but she hadn’t been the same for so long.
“Feeding,” Pam replied in a blasé manner, turning to meet her maker’s gaze.
“You never used to call it that.”
“I used to have sex with them afterward - it wasn’t just feeding.”
Eric eyed her cautiously, trying not to think of the change in her - however dramatic.
“Why don’t you, might put a smile on your face.”
With that Pam did indeed smile, albeit a fake smile. Eric rolled his eyes as she turned her back on him to leave.
“Be safe.”
**
“We’re always moving,” Jessica whined in the limo, Nan too busy talking on her cell phone to talk to her. Sure Jessica knew she was acting like a brat, but what did she care? If this was what life was like as a vampire, Nan could keep it! She wasn’t going to spend eternity following her aimlessly around the world.
She huffed, thrashing about in her seat. Nan cast her a sideways glance as a warning, a warning to which Jessica literally stuck her fingers up at.
“Just a moment,” Nan spoke softly down the phone, her mouth then covering the speaker in the handset, “Stop being a fucking teenage brat!”
“Fuck you,” Jessica muttered under her breath. Of course vampires could hear mutters like a breather would hear someone scream in their ear. That being the case, Nan hung up the phone and with lightning speed she pinned Jessica against the seat.
“What is your problem?” she hissed, her fangs retracted.
“You,” Jessica snapped, “You’re my problem.”
“You’re cantankerous.”
“No - just bored.”
Nan smirked, tilting her head closer to Jessica,
“Let me fix that for you.”
Jessica didn’t object to Nan’s kiss, as rough as it was, she even liked it when Nan’s fangs bit down on her lip. Blood was blood the world over, it was odd for her to admit but the taste of her own blood turned her on - Nan too from the sounds of it.
“Do we have time?” Jessica breathed, pulling away as she felt the limo turn another corner.
“I’ll make time - can’t have you bored now can we?”
Her mouth descended once more on the redhead’s, Nan’s groan audible to the human driver in the front - not that he wouldn’t have noticed what was going on by now anyway.
Jessica felt herself being pulled down to the floor of the limo, Nan straddling her hips. Neither took off their clothes, but not for lack of trying. It resulted in a fumble of hands and teeth, of mouths and caresses.
**
“I want you,” the woman moaned against Pam’s hair. The vampire had no idea who she was exactly, there wasn’t even a recollection of her name, but she had red hair - that was enough.
“Shame,” she muttered, her mouth still against the woman’s skin, her lips drawing precious nectar to her lips, “I don’t want you.”
She felt her heartbeat quicken against her touch, a moan escaping the mortal’s lips.
“Why?” asked a ragged breath.
Pam ignored it at first, but that one word kept playing around in her mind. Why? She saw Jessica screaming as she was taken from her, Nan’s satisfied gleam in her eyes - Eric’s remorse just mere hours ago. Why?
She met the redhead’s eyes; they were different from Jessica’s. This girl wasn’t as young; there wasn’t the same innocence that Jessica once held. The light inside of the human wasn’t right, it wasn’t bright enough.
“She must have been special-”
Pam grabbed her mouth, her hand held her panicked face still, gripping her jaw with a force threatening to shatter the frail bone beneath her touch.
“She was - very.”
Pam didn’t let go of her jaw as her free hand stripped the girl of underwear, her own face soon descended on the girl’s centre.
**
Their jet landed with a thud that woke Jessica. The travel coffins were good at blocking out light, but didn’t do much in the way of comfort. It was either that or Nan had done that to her on purpose for being a brat. She felt every tiny bump as she was presumably moved out of the aircraft. Whichever breather that had the job of moving her wasn’t exactly gentle, in fact as soon as she could see past her own nose she’d probably tear him a new-
“We don’t have time to waste,” Nan pressed as soon as the lid was lifted from Jessica’s coffin. She clambered out as graceful as a baboon.
“You’ve delayed us enough already,” Nan droned, Jessica following with tired eyes.
“Oh please,” she tried, only finding her energy to whine left her. That was odd.
“We’ll be in Louisiana for a week, then on to Mississippi, then Texas.”
Instead of coming out with a quip of some sort Jessica just stayed silent, something that after a moment even Nan questioned.
“Are you feeling well?”
Jessica just nodded, feeling it best to agree - she didn’t know what the matter was herself,
“Fine.”
But of course that was a lie. Something was definitely strange; there was some sort of connection like a weird case of déjà vu.
Part 2
Author: crumpledquill
Fandom: True Blood
Rating: R
Genre: AU
Pairing: Pam/Jessica (Jessica/Nan, Pam/Nan)
Spoilers: None as it's AU
Disclaimer: I disclaim all characters etc that aren't mine.
Summary: Sequel to Let's Get Lost. Nan is Jessica's 'maker', but what happens when they visit Louisiana? Queue Pam. Set a few years after Let's Get Lost.
Something had always been missing for as long as she could remember. Her human life had long since gone, others never forgot theirs, but she did. Nan said that was normal, so she agreed with her. Others told her of the bond they shared with their makers. It was more than just sharing blood; it was like being the other half of a person. She fondly remembered Talbot telling her that he could not function without his maker - she never felt that with Nan.
Of course they were close, very close. Nan was her maker after all. They were sometimes lovers, sometimes best friends, they were close like sisters and a lot of the time it was just business. For Jessica that was too often.
Being who she was she looked up to Nan for guidance. Of course the world was not simple, she surmised that was the same for humans too, but how she craved for the reality of it. There was no spark, no inspiration from her maker. Nothing that the others spoke of - no pull.
There was just her and Nan. And it had been that way from the day Nan created her.
“Darling,” Nan spoke as she walked through the door. Jessica had been flicking aimlessly through the TV channels the hotel provided, Nan promptly taking the remote off of her, “I’m on in five.”
Jessica rolled her eyes, which didn’t go amiss,
“You know how important this is to me Jessica!”
She shot a look at the blonde and got up from the chair. Boredom wasn’t the word for it. At first it had been great, and the sex had been brilliant. Nan devoured her in every moment possible, but now she was just a fleeting fancy when her elder suited it. For someone as young as Jessica, being so bored was almost dangerous.
“You never involve me,” she whined, much like a petulant child. Nan didn’t even bother to move from the chair she’d seated herself in.
“Oh of course I do,” she spoke, her eyes fixed on the television, “You know how busy I’ve been.”
“I used to be beside you Nan - what happened to that?”
“If this is about appearing on TV-”
Jessica cut her off promptly, moving in front of the screen at vampire speed so her maker had no choice but to acknowledge her. Nan didn’t look amused.
“Get out of the way.”
There was a small silence, in which Jessica smirked, replying to the command with a firm,
“No.”
Nan stood up just as quick as Jessica had moved there in the first place. Her face, stone cold, was mere inches from the redhead’s.
“Sit,” she commanded, expecting Jessica to do as told - but she didn’t, “I said sit - down.”
“Make me,” Jessica replied with defiance. Nan grabbed her shoulders only spurring a laugh from the girl, “If you were my maker, I would have had no choice.”
The woman suddenly lost interest in her appearance on TV, a flicker of emotion running across her face - worry.
“Don’t forget your place.”
With that she pushed her into an armchair and made the girl watch the news.
**
“You didn’t miss her tonight,” Eric commented as Pam walked past his office door, trying to take a peek at the TV whilst going about her business.
“I thought she’d have been on tonight at least,” she replied, her voice softer than usual - a part of her only Eric got to see nowadays.
“Sorry to disappoint.”
Pam shrugged trying not to seem too disappointed. Of course her ‘game face’ didn’t wash with Eric, he never missed a beat. It was well over a hundred years and in all that time he’d seen her go through ups and downs, but no down had ever been as low as this.
Pam changed for Jessica, she learned to actually love - truly love. All that was snatched away by a spiteful bitch and her crony. Pam was never able to experience the true reality of being a maker. She could not see Jessica grow, could not teach her how to live or even survive. It felt like losing half of her soul, if indeed she did have a soul. Pam constantly worried about her protégé, and she would do for years...probably more.
“Where are you going tonight?” Eric asked, not letting her slip away in silence again. He too worried, maybe too much. She was his, but she hadn’t been the same for so long.
“Feeding,” Pam replied in a blasé manner, turning to meet her maker’s gaze.
“You never used to call it that.”
“I used to have sex with them afterward - it wasn’t just feeding.”
Eric eyed her cautiously, trying not to think of the change in her - however dramatic.
“Why don’t you, might put a smile on your face.”
With that Pam did indeed smile, albeit a fake smile. Eric rolled his eyes as she turned her back on him to leave.
“Be safe.”
**
“We’re always moving,” Jessica whined in the limo, Nan too busy talking on her cell phone to talk to her. Sure Jessica knew she was acting like a brat, but what did she care? If this was what life was like as a vampire, Nan could keep it! She wasn’t going to spend eternity following her aimlessly around the world.
She huffed, thrashing about in her seat. Nan cast her a sideways glance as a warning, a warning to which Jessica literally stuck her fingers up at.
“Just a moment,” Nan spoke softly down the phone, her mouth then covering the speaker in the handset, “Stop being a fucking teenage brat!”
“Fuck you,” Jessica muttered under her breath. Of course vampires could hear mutters like a breather would hear someone scream in their ear. That being the case, Nan hung up the phone and with lightning speed she pinned Jessica against the seat.
“What is your problem?” she hissed, her fangs retracted.
“You,” Jessica snapped, “You’re my problem.”
“You’re cantankerous.”
“No - just bored.”
Nan smirked, tilting her head closer to Jessica,
“Let me fix that for you.”
Jessica didn’t object to Nan’s kiss, as rough as it was, she even liked it when Nan’s fangs bit down on her lip. Blood was blood the world over, it was odd for her to admit but the taste of her own blood turned her on - Nan too from the sounds of it.
“Do we have time?” Jessica breathed, pulling away as she felt the limo turn another corner.
“I’ll make time - can’t have you bored now can we?”
Her mouth descended once more on the redhead’s, Nan’s groan audible to the human driver in the front - not that he wouldn’t have noticed what was going on by now anyway.
Jessica felt herself being pulled down to the floor of the limo, Nan straddling her hips. Neither took off their clothes, but not for lack of trying. It resulted in a fumble of hands and teeth, of mouths and caresses.
**
“I want you,” the woman moaned against Pam’s hair. The vampire had no idea who she was exactly, there wasn’t even a recollection of her name, but she had red hair - that was enough.
“Shame,” she muttered, her mouth still against the woman’s skin, her lips drawing precious nectar to her lips, “I don’t want you.”
She felt her heartbeat quicken against her touch, a moan escaping the mortal’s lips.
“Why?” asked a ragged breath.
Pam ignored it at first, but that one word kept playing around in her mind. Why? She saw Jessica screaming as she was taken from her, Nan’s satisfied gleam in her eyes - Eric’s remorse just mere hours ago. Why?
She met the redhead’s eyes; they were different from Jessica’s. This girl wasn’t as young; there wasn’t the same innocence that Jessica once held. The light inside of the human wasn’t right, it wasn’t bright enough.
“She must have been special-”
Pam grabbed her mouth, her hand held her panicked face still, gripping her jaw with a force threatening to shatter the frail bone beneath her touch.
“She was - very.”
Pam didn’t let go of her jaw as her free hand stripped the girl of underwear, her own face soon descended on the girl’s centre.
**
Their jet landed with a thud that woke Jessica. The travel coffins were good at blocking out light, but didn’t do much in the way of comfort. It was either that or Nan had done that to her on purpose for being a brat. She felt every tiny bump as she was presumably moved out of the aircraft. Whichever breather that had the job of moving her wasn’t exactly gentle, in fact as soon as she could see past her own nose she’d probably tear him a new-
“We don’t have time to waste,” Nan pressed as soon as the lid was lifted from Jessica’s coffin. She clambered out as graceful as a baboon.
“You’ve delayed us enough already,” Nan droned, Jessica following with tired eyes.
“Oh please,” she tried, only finding her energy to whine left her. That was odd.
“We’ll be in Louisiana for a week, then on to Mississippi, then Texas.”
Instead of coming out with a quip of some sort Jessica just stayed silent, something that after a moment even Nan questioned.
“Are you feeling well?”
Jessica just nodded, feeling it best to agree - she didn’t know what the matter was herself,
“Fine.”
But of course that was a lie. Something was definitely strange; there was some sort of connection like a weird case of déjà vu.
Part 2