Fic: One For the Vault (1/?)
Title: One For the Vault (1/?)
Fandom: True Blood
Character/Pairings: Pam/OC
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Pam's found a new toy, but this one just might prove useful for her to keep around.
A/N: This is a Pam/OC female pairing PWP. The rating is there for sexual content (and perhaps some mild violence in other chapters), so please do not read if this will offend you or if you are not old enough. The main episodes of the show it will center around are 1x04, when we were first introduced to Pam before Fangtasia was raided, and 3x04 when the Magister was an asshole...
Chapter 1
It was a balmy Monday evening, with most of Shreveport Louisiana settling into the quiet calm of the night. The only exception was a small establishment on the tail end of a darkened strip mall. Bright neon lights glared out into the street, and the pounding of music escaping the open door reached even further into the dark night. The patrons of this particular club, as well as the massive crowd lined up eagerly outside, cared not that it was a weekday. Their numbers easily matched those of a Friday or Saturday crowd. In fact, it was hard to name a night that didn't prove extremely profitable to the popular vampire bar, Fangtasia.
Just past the boisterous mob waiting to enter, and past the edge of the long strip mall, was a quaint restaurant called Bernadette's. It's main revenue, prior to the opening of the vampire bar, had come from the busy breakfast and lunch hours. Locals would cram into the round wooden tables or tall stools at the long counter, and stuff themselves with the gourmet pastries and meals the restaurant was famous for.
After Fangtasia opened, and news spread of local vampire sightings, it had grown harder and harder pry the late customers that were glued to windows by the time the sun set. The ones that weren't brave enough to enter said bar, were still curious and they starred eagerly out the glass of Bernadette's in hope of seeing an actual vampire each night. So, once the restaurant adjusted it's hours, accommodating the inquisitive folk with a dinner shift, their profits were impressive.
What was not impressive, was the fact that the dinner crowd seemed to be even messier than the lunch crowd.
On her hands and knees, Caroline Lambert, an evening waitress of Bernadette's, scrubbed at the dried barbeque sauce that refused to leave the side of one chair. How the man who'd sat there earlier had gotten more sauce on the furniture rather than in his mouth was a mystery to her. Sulking, she glared at his image in her thoughts.
The ringing of the bell over the entrance door ended the silence of the building and Caroline called out over her shoulder without taking her eyes off the stubborn stain. "Sorry, we're closed."
A satisfied sigh slipped passed her lips as she finally managed to remove the last of the sauce. Abandoning the scrub brush beside the mop and bucket near the wall with a gentle toss, Caroline wished to never see barbeque sauce on the menu again.
"Shouldn't the door be locked then?" a smooth feminine voice drawled from behind her.
"Sorry for the inconvenience." Caroline replied in a kind voice, but mumbled to herself after an eye roll, "The sign with Closed printed in bright letters, must not have been clear enough..." She rose from the ground slowly, on tired limbs, to turn and face the visitor. "There is a diner down the road a bit. It's open round... t-the... clock." Caroline stumbled over the last of her words when the woman came into sight.
"Oh, you didn't have to get up darlin'. I was really enjoying the view." Caroline had never seen a vampire before, and the soft gasp that escaped her lips might have given that away.
Every vampire she'd imagined, since they'd come out of the coffin, looked nothing like the woman now standing just inside Bernadette's entrance. She was beautiful; tall and slender, with long blonde hair that curled in soft waves over her shoulders. Skin so very pale, was completely void of any imperfections and applied with soft and elegant touches of makeup. Her skin also stood out greatly in comparison to the warm walls and decor of the restaurant .
Physical appearance aside, it was the vampire's attire that had truly surprised Caroline. Not an inch of fabric was black. Nothing tight, leather, latex, nor dominatrix or gothic styled in any way shape or form. In fact, the only items black in color were the Chanel sunglasses she wore as a headband and the matching purse dangling from one elbow.
The vampire looked like she belonged more in an Ann Taylor catalogue than as a creature that slept in a coffin. Pearls hung from her neck and fell against the lavender colored chiffon top she wore. Her long toned legs covered in white cotton twill capris that fell above her ankles. Porcelain legs were visible when the fabric ended, just before they disappeared into an expensive looking pair of peep toed pumps.
"Well aren't you adorable," the vampire broke into her thoughts, and her icy eyes traveled over every inch of Caroline like a slow caress. "You remind me of Betty Boop."
Caroline's cheeks had started to burn after she'd realized what the woman was and she'd stumbled over her words, but that now only intensified under a vampire's scrutiny. She self consciously ran her hands against her clothing, smoothing out the wrinkles on the red shirt and black pencil skirt she wore. Grimacing inward, she worried just how bad her short black curls had frizzed since she'd last look in the bathroom mirror.
Unfortunately, her cheeks only darkened in color when she realized she was also still barefoot, having kicked her shoes off after she'd finished mopping. She was only 5'3 and most others towered above her, so heels were a constant with Caroline. But after a long shift, like the one she'd worked that day, her toes usually felt numb by the time the cook shut down the kitchen and the last customer left. Usually, she'd slip into a comfy pair of sneakers or flip flops, but she'd forgotten those at home.
"Looking for those sweetheart?" Caroline raised her eyes from her quick search and looked towards vampire. Following her gesture, a tilt of her blonde head, Caroline saw the heels under one of the high stools at the counter.
Hanging her head in embarrassment and pulling her lower lip between her teeth, her nervous habit, she started forward towards the shoes. Just as Caroline was a foot or so away, a blur of movement beat her to them. The vampire was suddenly in front of her with the shoes in outstretched manicured hands.
"Holy s- ...um, I mean thank you," Caroline managed to bite back the curse. She hid the surprise in her features as she bent down to slide her feet into the simple black heels. She'd never seen anything move that fast in her life and worried about what other secret gifts the vampire possessed.
"You're welcome." Caroline couldn't help but stare as she stood up straight again. She wondered why she couldn't see the vampires fangs, and also how she managed to still be so damn intimidating without them. "Oh, you smell delicious." The vampires eyes fell shut, as her head tilted towards Caroline and she took in her scent. "Just like peaches."
"Oh... well, peach cobbler was the special today," Caroline offered lamely.
"And if it tasted as good as you smell, I'm sure it was divine."
"Thank you ...I guess." Not exactly the complement one wanted to hear from a vampire, especially when she happened to be alone with one. "Um, I don't mean to sound rude, but like I said before, we are closed. There is a vampire bar just a few doors down, though, if that helps."
"That's actually why I'm here, peaches," the vampire winked and then smirked to herself at the nickname she'd given Caroline. "I work at said vampire bar, and am here to meet with the owner of this fine..." she grimaced as she looked around the restaurant before discarding her purse on the counter beside them, "...establishment. On some matters of business. That wouldn't be you by any chance?"
"Sorry, no."
"Just my luck." The vampire edged closer, locking her eyes with Caroline's and seemingly slowing time with the pull from her eyes. "Tell me about him."
Caroline's words were slow and soft, and she swayed a bit at the intensity. "He's already left for the day. Mr. Bovill only works the early shifts. Except for the weekends that is, then he's here all day." The mop fell to the ground across the room, and the spell was broken. The vampire looked about again, taking in the human decor with an odd expression.
Caroline couldn't help but glance up at the glasses perched on the vampire's head with a curious frown. "It's nighttime."
"Observant," she heard the sarcasm must missed the humor when icy blue eyes returned to her.
"But the sunglasses..."
"Can't a girl accessorize?" The vampire grinned at Caroline teasingly and played with the string of pearls at her neck, skin paler than the jewels.
"I guess so..."
"And I believe Louisiana isn't exactly in the neighborhood of the Eiffel Tower," the vampire added with her silky voice, dropping the pearls and pointing to the small gold charm of the landmark that hung from the waitress' neck.
"Oh, I sort of have an obsession with France," Caroline replied, her fingers moving to rest briefly against the small chain unconsciously.
"Ever been, peaches?"
"Not yet."
"In that case, which would you prefer being referred to as... the pot or the kettle?"
"Oh! You're right, I'm sorry. That was very rude of me." After she spoke Caroline's eyes followed the movement of the vampire's hand as it reached out to play with one of the curls resting just beneath her chin. The vampire stretched the strand straight and then released it after a moment's pause, watching it spring back in place with a grin. She repeated this once more before slowly raising her eyes to lock with Caroline's curious ones.
She always did like to play with her food. "What's your name, peaches?"
"Caroline Lambert," she answered immediately. The strange pull from the vampires locked gaze compelling her to be honest once again.
"It's lovely to meet you, Caroline. My name is Pam," she brushed her hand through Caroline's hair softly, before trailing her fingers down her cheek and jaw line. "But sweetheart, you won't remember that in the morning."
"Why not?" Still dazed as she looked into the icy blue of Pam's eyes, she felt none of the alarm she would have without the glamour. Caroline didn't even notice the hand trailing against the smooth skin of her neck now, nor its pair removing her work apron from about her waist.
"Because tonight, Caroline, I'm going to find out if you taste like peaches too."
Suddenly, Caroline was pushed backwards between two barstools, their legs scratching the floor loudly. Her body was pressed roughly against the counter and she had to grip it's edge with both hands for balance. Pam was on her a second later with a rich growl and a wicked grin showing off her, now very visible, fangs. The full length of her cold solid body, from breasts to ankles, was in contact with every inch of Caroline's. Pressed tight and intimately.
A sudden hand buried into the curls at her neck and her head was wrenched back, exposing the naked skin there. Caroline gasped loudly when Pam's mouth struck at the soft skin between neck and shoulder. Expecting pain from the bite of fangs, she froze in surprise when only tongue and lips met her skin.
"W-what are you doing?" Caroline asked and fought against the sensation Pam's tongue was creating in the pit of her stomach.
"Tasting you."
Caroline moaned softly, as Pam pressed a firm thigh between her own, before beginning to trail a hand against her. Pam's mouth attacked Caroline's neck and the expanse of skin above her breast, as her hand attacked her shirt. Pulling its edge roughly from her skirt, a cold hand then snaked underneath the freed material and began to fondle the soft skin of her belly. The digits crawling towards her breast and the combined rubbing between her legs caused Caroline's head to roll backwards. Exposing more of her neck, naively, to Pam and her fangs.
Pam licked and nibbled a trail from neck to the underside of Caroline's chin. Raising her gaze to watch the effects on the human's features, a satisfied smirk grew. "Ever been with a vampire, peaches?" The whispered question was pressed against her skin without the warmth of breath Caroline was used to from human men. The words chased by a long graze of fangs, that nearly broke through the delicate skin.
"No..." Caroline's moan was breathless and barely audible with the pressure from Pam's thrusting thigh. Her mind began to go numb as Pam added more pressure to the thrust but slowed the speed down to a slow torture. The increased pressure and slow sensation rolling Caroline's eyes backwards. "Nor a woman," she confessed before releasing a hand from the counter and reaching out for Pam. She clutched at the vampire's hip, pulling her tighter as her own hips gyrated forward with a mind of their own.
"Really?" Pam's head was suddenly right in front of Caroline's, and she beamed like a child would Christmas morning... the fangs slightly dulling that happy image. "Lucky me," she added with a grin that dug her fangs into her bottom lip, before her hand pulled a breast from the cup of Caroline's undergarments. Pam pinched her nipple tightly between two fingers, prolonging Caroline's moan of response by rolling it between her digits.
Caroline swallowed the rest of her moan thickly and leaned forward with every ounce of courage in her body before she heard a reply. "Can...can I kiss you?" Pam stilled her forward movement with a quick hand that dug firmly in her curls, pulling her to a rough and sudden stop.
"I don't do kissing. Ever." The words of warning had an underling threat that cooled Caroline's desire slightly. Caroline nodded her head mutely in understanding, silently stunned by how something so simple as a kiss was deemed too intimate for this vampire.
The tense moment passed quickly for Pam though, and her stilled hand returned to fondling Caroline's breast. Her cold and warning expression vanished in a blink of an eye and she easily returned to the teasing banter that had become customary throughout their exchange. "Such a silly sentiment, kissing. And it's such a waste of my lipstick."
"No kissing..." Caroline mumbled the agreement through the haze of sensation from her breast.
"Well, that's not entirely true... " Pam added, slowly smiling to herself. The hand that had been tangled in Caroline's hair dipped low, disappearing under the hem of her black pencil skirt. "Just not on the mouth, is really more accurate." Pam emphasized her point with a slow trail of her fingers against the soft fabric of Caroline's panties, leaving no room to wonder where exactly Pam approved of kissing.
Cold fingers quickly found the wet spot pooling from Pam's attention, and pressed the damp fabric back against Caroline's mound. Pam had all but purred when she found the moisture between Caroline's warm thighs, and her nostrils flared once more as she took in her sent. "So sweet..."
Caroline had the urge to clench her thighs shut, and trap Pam's hand there for at least a week. She'd never felt so worked up before, and prayed it would never end. "Oh, dear god..."
"The name is Pam," she beamed at Caroline's reaction to her dancing fingers. "I thought we covered that before." Caroline could only bob her head wordlessly, not having the ability at the moment to speak even her own name out loud properly as Pam suddenly found her clitoris. "Oh, that won't do..." Pam tsked at her silence playfully.
Hands fell away from Caroline's body and she almost hissed with her unhappiness. She raised her heavy head with a frown, having become accustomed to the fire Pam's cold hands fueled. The emptiness she felt with their loss was intensely bitter. "What are-"
"Shush now," Pam cut off her inquiry. "I'm quizzing you."
Caroline frowned even further with confusion, until Pam reached behind her and pulled down the short zipper of her skirt, loosening the garment. Lowering her hands, Pam then dipped below the bottom of the skirt and grazed her nails upwards against the skin of Caroline's outer thighs. The sharp trail of nail pausing every now and then for a firm squeeze or playful smack.
"What was my name, peaches?" Pam asked with a raised brow as her hands paused and held firmly to her hips.
Caroline opened her mouth to reply, but Pam choose that exact second to suddenly hoist her up into the air and deposit her onto the edge of the counter. Caroline's response was swallowed with her gasp of surprise at the quick and sudden movement.
Pam's expression was of perfect innocence. "That's incorrect." She moved forward, positioning herself between Caroline's open legs.
"You cheated."
"I did no such thing," Pam shook with silent laughter as she replied. Her hands fell from Caroline's waist and pushed her skirt upwards, securing it around her slender hips before she started to undo the buttons of her red blouse. "I simply asked you a question, and you were unable to provide me with the correct response. Any response really." The blouse parted her bra and breast were fully exposed to Pam for the first time. "Non verbal ones, of course, do not count."
Caroline's rebuttal was lost on both set of ears as a cold hand once again found its way between warm thighs, stroking and pressing firmly. Pam's other hand quickly freed her breast completely with a swift yank that tore the clasp and straps of her of her simple red bra. The ruined garment was stuffed into the forgotten Channel purse before Caroline could even blink in response, the movement so quick.
Frozen, Caroline could not hear...move...think...or breathe when Pam locked gazes and bent her mouth towards her breast. The steel of her icy blue eyes was almost as intense as the fingers moving against edge of her panties. Caroline could not take her eyes off Pam, and only lowered them from her gaze to watch as lips parted and a pink tongue darted out to taste her right breast. It first fell flat against her nipple, pressing a slow but firm lick to the sensitive bud. The cold temperature of Pam like an ice cube, jolting her senses awake and stealing the air from her lungs.
"Now, let's see how sweet you really are." Pam's fangs broke through the skin of her breast with a bloody trail, just as she thrust two fingers deep inside Caroline's wet opening and rubbed her thumb hard against Caroline's clitoris.
If not for Pam's hold on her, Caroline would have jumped three feet in the air with the sudden assault of pleasure. None of her past boyfriends had been as talented with their hands as Pam was, most never even bothering to touch her unless spreading it for their eager dick. But Pam's skilled fingers scissored, curled, thrust, and rubbed with a speed and force that set her on fire and buckled her hips upwards.
The fangs buried in her breast, was a sensation nothing like one Caroline had felt before. The initial pierce of the two sharp points burning deep, in a throb that was painful but laced with pure ecstasy. The pull of her blood sent vibrations over every nerve ending so forcefully that within seconds Caroline felt that she was already teetering on the edge of the strongest orgasm she'd experienced. The rushing blood and probing hand had her nails clawing and groping at every available surface; her other breast, the counter of the bar, and Pam's solid form.
When her hands finally buried themselves in Pam's soft locks, massaging her scalp lovingly and pressing her closer, Caroline was rewarded with a scrap of nail over her clitoris. The sound that escaped her lips could only be described as a howl, and it echoed through the restaurant loudly. Pam continued to attack her sensitive clit with a cruel passion and pressed a third finger to her g-spot.
Caroline's orgasm hit like a series of tidal waves. It lasted for what seemed like hours, pounding her over and over and leaving no chance to suck in air to her deprived lungs. Her body trembled with aftershocks that curled her toes, a heel clattering to the ground with the action. She realized there were tears burning her cheeks the same moment she noticed Pam had switched her attention to her other breast. The orgasm quickly built again with the image of Pam's blood soaked mouth feasting at her breast, marking her and licking the trails of fallen blood every now and then, so as not to waste a drop.
"Exquisite," Pam finally spoke after a long lick up the underside of her breast. "So sweet, peaches."
The red staining her lips, drew Caroline forward like a target. She wanted nothing more than to press her mouth to Pam's. The thought of tasting her own blood and feeling fangs against her lips and tongue, creating a dangerous appeal.
"Ever," Pam reminded with an almost hiss, as Caroline's head dipped towards her lips for a kiss. Heeding the warning, she went lower, and instead licked a tentative taste at blood from Pam's chin.
"I don't taste peach..." It was the very first thought that entered her brain, and without the fog of lust or a glamour she might have been embarrassed by the comment.. But there was nothing sweet about the coppery taste of her own blood, and definitely no way similar to the fruit Pam seemed so found of.
"No matter," Pam laughed silently at her. "I do..." A pink tongue darted out and licked at the redress on her own lips.
Noticing the late hour, Pam pulled away from Caroline slightly. "Oh shoot. Eric will be expecting me by now. Looks like I have save the second course for our next get together." Caroline almost whimpered at the loss of Pam touch inside her, but choked out a groan when a finger was dipped inside of her one last time and swirled leisurely.
After sucking the juice off her digit, Pam locked gazes once more and deepened the glamour. "You're going to go into the back and freshen up now. When you return you'll have forgotten I was ever here. You won't remember ever seeing me, or that I've fed from you. That understood, peaches?"
"Yes, Pam."
"Red is certainly your color. Make sure to wear it often. ...And eat a peach at least once a day for me darlin'. I want you tasting just as delicious the next time."
"I'll see you again?"
"Oh, you most certainly will."
It was a scorching Thursday evening, with most of Shreveport Louisiana settled into their beds and succumbing to their dreams. The only exception, aside from the wild club goers a few buildings down, was an overworked evening waitress.
Caroline Lambert kicked open the back door of Bernadette's with a tired growl. The other nightshift waitress had weaseled out early, forcing Caroline to close up and clean up by herself for the second time that week. Monday, the last time, Caroline had been so exhausted by the time she'd finished all the duties that she'd actually blacked out at one point. By morning she could remember only bits and pieces of the tail end of the night. She'd woken up sore in the oddest of places and, strangely, missing her favorite bra.
Pulling two full bags of garbage out the door and into the night, she panted slightly and cursed her failed resolve. Vowing to never cover for lazy Dana Phillips ever again.
The echo of nearby police sirens reached her ears just as she finished depositing the first bag into the small dumpster along the back wall of the restaurant. She turned her curious eyes towards the sound as it seemed to be heading once again towards the nearby vampire club, Fangtasia. If she weren't so tired she would have rolled her eyes. The state police raided the popular club so often, it was ridiculous. Too many were still so close-minded. They wasted energy and tax payers dollars in their efforts to shut down the establishment, that for all Caroline knew, had done nothing illegal.
She'd never been in Fangtasia, in fact Caroline had never even seen a vampire before. She held no prejudice, perhaps a bit of fear of the unknown, but no urges to suddenly wear garlic or to purchase a sharp wooden stake. After each raid the club was open the following night, leaving her to believe that it was only intolerance at work.
Caroline turned back to her work, eager to finish and head home for a bath and to her beloved air conditioner. As the last bag disappeared into the dumpster and the lid fell shut with a loud bang, more sounds echoed down the alley from Fangtasia. Shouts of police and patrons flooded the night and Caroline couldn't help but step further into the alley and peek around the tall fence that separated the lots. She was curious and squinted her eyes to see more clearly in the dark. Voices, more clearer than the ones before, echoed loudly. A male voice, deep and dangerous called out to others in his party.
"I enjoyed meeting you miss Stackhouse. You'll have to come again."
Caroline heard no reply but froze as two forms suddenly sped closer. Their movements so graceful it looked as if they were floating. A man and a woman, both tall, blonde, and gorgeous, approached. Clad head to toe in tight black leather lace and a gothic corset for the woman, their pale skin contrasted greatly against the fabrics.
Frozen in the spot she stood, Caroline's body refused to obey when her mind told her to get inside quickly. Now mere feet away, the tall male was looking backwards, but his female companion's gaze was ahead of them. She zeroed in on Caroline quickly and the smirk that grew caused Caroline to suck in a nervous breath and take a step backwards.
"Peaches!" A wink and then Caroline was once again alone in the dark. Her wide eyes glued to the road the two had disappeared down, sirens still echoing from the west.
Caroline had no idea why she'd been called a fruit, nor why a jolt of sensation quickly throbbed throughout her chest... and strangely, even lower. What she did know, was that she'd just seen a vampire for the very first time.
TBC