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True Blood

Delicate Truths That Lilies Know

Chapter 4

I woke up a little earlier than normal, just before the sun vanished, engulfing the world with blackness before it was overtaken by the light of the moon and stars. I was going to, help Ginger ready the bar, she always makes sure no sun can get to me; so I can help her. Since Miss. Pam and Mr. Eric have been so kind to me, it's the least I can do for them. Even though sometimes I don't think Miss. Pam likes me very much. She's been acting a little strange around me lately, she hardly looks at me and she can be rather harsh, but I still really like Miss Pam. I really like Ms. Tara too, she always makes me laugh, I love how her and Miss. Pam doesn't take shit from anyone.

I make my way very soundlessly up the stairs, I don't want to wake Pam or Tara, and if I am really quite I can possibly scare Ginger. I won't lie, I do love to scare Ginger, I always feel bad about it later, but I can never seem to stop myself from trying. Her scream is funny, but it does drive Miss. Pam up the wall. Ginger's really nice and the way all four of them bicker makes me laugh. They are all like one big family, even though Pam would deny Ginger with her dying breath.

The smell of blood, when I slunk my way to the top of the stairs, stopped me in my tracks. The smell was fresh and sweet, but it certainly wasn't human. I tried to ignore it until it was safe to go outside, but I wasn't doing that very well. Ginger had to correct my mistakes, several times. I couldn't shake this horrible feeling that crept under my skin. The moment the sun went down I told Ginger I was going for a run. I have done this a lot since coming here. They allow me to go outside. Every time I would ask permission they would give me funny looks and sarcastic responses. Which I didn't mind.

When I open the door, I couldn't stop the guttural scream from escaping my lips. Before my very eyes lay a small white dog, with dried blood matting in his fur. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing as I beg for his forgiveness. My friend lost his life because of my insolence towards my master. I was the reason he was dead. I killed him. I stroke his fur and scratch him behind the ear, just the way he used to like it, as I cry. When I look up I can see Pam watching me, with an unreadable expression. I can't stop myself from speaking to her. My voice cracks as a spoke the obvious to her, "He's dead."

I jump a little and flinch away out of reflex when Tara suddenly appears beside me and embraces me. I try to stop my body from trembling as her arms remain locked protectively around me. As Tara holds me the realization of what I must do slowly sinks in. My friend's death is a warning of what he was going to do to me. His next victim could be very well be Tara, Pam, Ginger, or even Eric. Even though I am sure, Eric can defeat him, while Pam and Tara were still too young to possibly stand a chance. Even though I was positive they would both give him difficulty, and might be able to surprise him with his own demise. I am confident that I do not want to risk their lives. Ginger however, stood no chance against him. I couldn't risk causing them any more trouble than my being here already has. I knew what I need to do to protect them from my master.

I hold Tara close as my final goodbye to her. I knew the moment I was back in the arms of my master, I will never see them again. "Thank you, Tara."

"Eric!" Pam's voice causes me to look up, as she realizes what I am about to do. My body feels like lead as my feet reluctantly shuffle toward her. I didn't want to leave them, I loved them. In the past few weeks they have become my family, I had almost forgotten what it was like to have a family. So I was going to protect my family, when I was unable to protect my mother a hundred something years ago.

I jump a little when Pam appeared before me and pulled me from my thoughts. Her voice is harsh and dangerous as she spoke to me in anger, "Don't you do it! Do you understand me? Don't you fucking do it!"

Pam seizes my upper arms and squeezes hard, "Are you fucking stupid? Don't you like it here? For God's sake, Eric where the fuck are you!?"

All I can do is smile a little at Pam, I can't let her see I was afraid. Reaching into my pocket, of my shorts Tara talked me into buying, and grasps my most prized possession in-between my fingertips. Taking her palm, wondering for a brief moment if I feel a trimmer in her hand. I want to cling to Pam and tell her I truly am that stupid, that I would give anything to be able to stay with them. My very life in order to do so. Instead, I swallow hard and place the object into her hand and close her fingers around it. "Thank you, Pam."

As I back away, I am leaving part of my heart with her, Tara, Ginger and Eric. This is one of the hardest things I will EVER have to do. It is right up there with watching my mother, the only person who truly loved me, be hung from the gallows before my very eyes. Knowing there was nothing I can do to protect her.

I inhale deeply and try unsuccessfully to keep my voice even. I can feel each trimmer rise as I call out to him, "Master! Can I come home yet, Master! I want to come home."

Before I can come up with something else to say, to persuade him to come collect me, Pam's body slams hard into mine. She grips my arms so tightly that it hurt, "What the fuck do you think you are doing!?"

I only look at Pam, how can I tell her that it was the only way I have of protecting them? I knew how much they would object to being protected if I told them. Pam and Tara are stubborn, I will not risk their lives to save my own. I only took my eyes off her angry ones when Eric stepped into view. However, it still takes everything I have, not to lock my arms around Pam and beg to stay, to tell her how afraid I am.

"What the hell is going on!?" Eric demands as he emerges from the darkness next to Pam and I.

"She called me." A voice coos triumphantly. I go rigid beneath Pam's grasp and I fight every urge in my body not to show my fear. I can hear the smirk in his voice, and I know exactly what my fate is to be the moment I was back in his domain. I hear the low warning growl escape Eric's lips, as Pam forced me protectively behind her, placing herself between my maker and I. Her fangs extend and she two growls treacherously at my master.

"You are not taking her fucking anywhere!" Pam grinds out through her rage.

My maker sneers at Pam as his eyes flash dangerously at her, "Mr. Northman, I suggest you teach your whore her place."

Before I can stop her, she burst forward and stands before my maker ready to strike him, but Eric is faster. He seizes her arm before she can follow through and strike him.

"I suggest you watch what you say about my Progeny or I will let her tear you limb from limb." he warns my master with disdain.

My maker only laughs, "I would like to see the bitch try! Harlot!"

My body moves reluctantly forward as he called for me. It felt as though I am on autopilot and I cannot control my own actions. I don't want to go anywhere near him, but if I refuse, he will cause such a hell for everyone else. Even I know I am not worth that. I am not even worth my birth mother keeping me. Or for my father to love me the way I wanted to be loved, instead of his way of showing me my place. The only person who ever loved me died because of me. My existence caused her great pain and death. I will not allow that to happen to them.

My maker only gave Pam a toothy grin as I move closer, "Whore, why don't you show your friend here where, all whores belong."

My body halfheartedly moves on instinct and I lower myself to my knees at his feet. I can feel the anger radiating off Pam as she stands motionless under Eric's grasp. When my master's foot made contact with my flesh, knocking me over, Eric has him, grasped by the throat instantly coming to my defense.

"Do that again, and I will end you. No matter what the King or anyone else says." Eric warns dangerously, fangs bared as Pam hissed in outrage.

My maker only laughs and jerks free from Eric's iron grasp, " I told you, Eric Northman, she would be with me soon enough."

He grabs my arm so tightly if I had been human they would have left perfectly hand shaped bruises, as he relentlessly lurches me to my feet. He wraps his arm around my waist as he forces me closer to him, till he has my body pressed tightly against his. The feeling makes me nauseous.

My maker smiles victoriously at Pam, "Do not presume to think you have any privileges to her. Remember, my dear, you were the one who walked away."

My eyes go wide as I glance at my maker. I have no idea what he is talking about, but I keep my head low. I knew better than to try and ask my maker.

"What's her name!" Tara demands, moving closer to Pam, arms folded.

"Lily Pamela Tailor, don't assume you will be able to find a way to take her from me." My maker smiles at Pam as he continues, "I am not the one who abandoned her to die."

He gripped my side tighter, as I tried not to cringe. I struggled to keep pace with him as we sped away. The blood, tears stung my eyes as I left the only family I have ever really known since I was no more than 6 or 7 years old.

There you go everyone! Sorry it took so long I had non-fiction due in class, and I am trying to update everything in order so I know all stories are getting updated and which ones haven't. I hope you guys like this chapter. How do you think Pam is going to handle Lily going back to Ambrose? How do you think Pam and Eric will handle Pam?