Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

Pissed and Pleased

PAM POV

When Godric said 'Only take treasured and sentimental items; all other necessities will be met.'

I hauled ass straight to my room and grabbed every single pair of shoes I owned. There was no way I was leaving a single pair behind. I got all 150 pairs into my portable wardrobe case; or as Lil-Mutant called it 'The rock-star case'. And I dare anyone to complain about it. The Manolo's, Jimmy Choo's, Christian Louboutin's, Prada's, Giuseppe's and Buscemi's are all coming with me! I'm sure I can comfortably squeeze my things into Godric's Hummer, hopefully, he packed light.

Chocolate-Witch can fit her cheap jeggings, biker coats, and Harley t-shirts in a duffle bag. Besides, Eric's Viking swords and Lil Blade's ancient history books, most of their crap is worthless and can be shoved under the seat. Hmm, perhaps we'll need to drive two cars to the airport. I'll see if my little mutant can pull his head from his books, call Anubis airlines and schlep my things to the car when I'm done with the crap-chore of packing.

With my super-vamp speed, it took about 10 minutes, so I mosey back down the stairs to let everyone know I'm ready to leave this beautiful country behind...again... My plans were completely thwarted as I bottomed the stairs, seems some family drama is ensuing.

"Don't you see how fucked up this is?!" The kid was bellyaching again, it's a weekly occurrence, most of the time it's about some girl or chore.

"You betta watch ya language!" Tara roared, and when I said roar, that's really an understatement- that tiny bitch is fucking loud, I mean megaphone in an arena loud. "Hush up and listen to what your father has to say," she demanded in that southern twang of hers.

"I heard him alright - You both want me to pack up-leave my friends and my college just like that?!" Ciree's tantrums always commenced with him breathing like a human. He sucked at the air like it had suddenly become thick and was now almost too difficult to draw in. "Goddamn mom, I thought the running all over the world shit was over?"

I must admit when he's pissed; he looks fierce.

"You will speak to your mother in a respectful manner Ciree," Eric warned in the most unintimidating manner..."You did not let us finish, we have more to say on the matter."Shit- he couldn't intimidate a puppy with that tone.

If this was anyone else Eric would have it under control, but Ciree runs over the both of them. And if I gave any fucks I'd be embarrassed by it. So they are having issues with giving the kid his marching order. Pathetic...I was done watching the boring soap opera so I interjected.

"When you'll get done whining, can I get someone to carry my stuff to the car, it's packed and ready to go."

"PAM! Does it look like we are fucking leaving tonight?" Eric bastardly clipped at me.

Well fuck this- I have no reason to be here. I grabbed my Michel Kors clutch and with a click of my red Prada pumps - I left my boring ass family to wallow in their domestic drama. I'll be damned if I stick around this dismal scene. I'm going to enjoy my last night in Sweden. Some lucky dame is gonna get sucked- fucked and killed...In that order...

ERIC POV

As usual, Tara and I were unsuccessful in our efforts to reason with our child. He failed to hear my terms. I had no issue with him staying in Stockholm and finishing his education. To me, Stockholm is safer than Shreveport; simply because none of our enemies are here and all of them are there. However, it is imperative that Ciree remained evasive and followed our established protocol; the measures we've taken have kept us safe and I'll be damned if that changes. Alas, Ciree Godric Northman did not want us to leave him. Nor did he wish to remain covert.