True Anarchy - A True Blood/Sons of Anarchy Crossover

Chapter 1

Shreveport, Louisiana

Eric Northman sat behind the desk pinching the bridge of his nose as he idly watched his protégé vampire, Pam pace back and forth in front of him. Pam suddenly paused and slammed her hands down on the desk beckoning for Eric's attention. He sighed and turned his body to face her.

"Yes, Pamela?" Eric asked as her lips parted in disbelief.

"You are actually fucking serious about this," Pam said as she pushed off the desk, placing one hand on her hip, as the other rose to gesture as she spoke.

"I mean I get it. Louisiana has been the longest we've stayed anywhere in the years that we've been together but Cali-fucking-fornia, Eric?" Pam said as she made a disgusted face. Eric continued to watch her tirade, patiently waiting for her to conclude. He steepled his fingers in front of him with his elbows resting on the desk.

"What are you going to do there for business, kill Mexicans coming over the border or start a fucking taco stand?" she said as she finally stopped her pacing and crossed her arms over her chest in a huff, staring at Eric.

"Are you finished?" Eric asked with a raise of his eyebrows. Pam responded with an idle roll of her eyes. Eric rose from the desk and made his way around the desk to approach her.

"No one said you had to follow me, Pam, you have been released from me as your maker or have you forgotten that?" Eric asked as he placed his hands behind his back and stared down at her, awaiting a response.

"How could I?" Pam said with a hint of remorse in her tone.

"With that being said, I hope you'll reconsider accompanying me. Can't say I've ever had a better business partner and I could really use your assistance," Eric said, not moving from his current position as a slow progression of curiosity started to spread over Pam's expression.

"What kind of business?" Pam said, a look of skepticism starting to take over her features. Eric cleared his throat and turned around to face the desk, reaching for a piece of paper, handing it to her for review. Pam looked at Eric for a moment with a cocked eyebrow before she looked down to the piece of paper, reviewing what looked to be a logo of some kind with the Grim Reaper as the focal point. She canted her head to one side as she read the words surrounding the reaper.

"Sons of Anarchy? Eric what the hell is this?" Pam asked, glancing back up at Eric who was now leaning back against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest.

"That my dear Pamela, is a motorcycle club. One of the most popular, ruthless, and profitable motorcycle clubs in the nation." Eric said, as Pam's eyebrow once again rose to the skies. She was convinced at this point that he had officially lost his mind as she spoke her response in monotone.

"You...want to join...a motorcycle club?" Pam asked as she held the piece of paper between her fingers now like it was a rag covered in dog shit.

"Not join...overtake. Wouldn't be very hard to convince them, I'd imagine." Eric said as he made his fangs unleash, looking to Pam for a response.

"Okay, so you overtake this motorcycle club and then do what? Go on rallies? Fuck a few biker chicks?" Pam asked with complete lack of enthusiasm.

"Christ Pam, try to be a little more open minded here. They deal drugs, run guns, own a porn studio-" Eric started to say as Pam suddenly interrupted.

"Porn studio? Well, color me a bit more interested," Pam answered as Eric couldn't help but give a wicked, sidelong grin.

"There's my girl. They deal in all these organizations that we would be profiting from and could become filthy rich with the addition of one singular item to their dealings," Eric paused as he rose his eyebrows to Pam as if beckoning her to guess. She widened her eyes and gave a shrug of her shoulders in annoyance, wanting him to spit it out already.