A father's gift

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Eric looked around the jewelry shop. Today was Pam’s birthday. He always spoiled her on this day and he was going all out. He had to hand it to the wolf Kiara for finding him two AB donors for Pam. He was glad his investment in the mutt was paying off big time. Now he was searching for the last piece to top of the literal mountain of shiny things he was giving Pam. He had the usual; rings, necklaces, diamonds and pearls, but he wanted something unique; something that really represented her.




He found it in the form of a rose pendant; very elegant and vintage, made with gold, velvet, crystals and some white gold. The shopkeeper, who had been basically undressing him with her eyes stopped following him around and began to get all excited that she could talk to him about the pendant. He blocked out her ramblings, instead focusing on Pam, what tonight meant for her. He could remember clearly the night he turned her, and every day of the over 100 years since

~~LONDON 1905~~

The Victorian era had ended around four years before and now welcomed the Edwardian era. Out with the old, in with the new. She looked at the newest fashionable dresses and smiled. She had always admired fashion, but most things in the Victorian era made her ass look to wide and now, she was able to wear dresses that fit her curves just right. Emily tapped on the glass as Pamela turned and smiled letting her in. "Everything ready to go with Jacques?" She asked with glee in her eyes. Emily was Pamela's best friend. They did everything together. Even covering for the other while one snuck off with a boy. Emily nodded and smiled. "He said he'd meet you at the old bridge." Pamela looked at her dress in the mirror as she held it up to herself. Emily helped her with her corset, tightening it just right. Jacques was Emily's cousin. He was of lesser social class than Pamela and her family. Her parents had disapproved her union with a boy of such lower class. It was frowned upon. But Pamela was strong willed, romantic and bold...with a little wildness twisted in.

She kissed Emily's cheek as she slid out of her bedroom window and waved good bye to Emily who was staying in her bed to "cover" for Pamela. She rushed off to meet him into the night. Little did she know, tonight was the night....her whole world would change.

Eric was prowling the streets. The era had taken its toll on all vampires. What with plagues and sickness humans were living much shorter and it was a trial and error when it came to feeding on an infected human. So far none of their diseases had affected vampires but one could never be too cautious. Eric was hungry, no famished was more like it and he craved blood, pure, sweet blood that wasn't tainted. Dressed in an all black suit he looked very much like a pan of the era, but he was so much more. As he walked the empty streets he tried to sniff out prey, but there were hardly any humans out. They feared disease as much as a vampire feared sunlight. He sighed. At this rate he'd have to break into a home and feed off someone....ohh.. maybe he could find some orphans to feed from. He'd taken a real liking to feeding from children. They were nothing but snacks but their blood was so pure and tasty it was almost orgasmic

She crept into the darkness, fear wasn't something that she had. She saw Jacques leaning against the railing of the old bridge they met at. She ran into his arms and kissed his lips. "Jacques...I've missed you so. Are you well? The plague...its claimed another." He nodded as he held her in his arms. "Sweet Pamela, I shall not let it harm you." He pulled her close and they fell to the ground in lovers embrace. Doing sinful things under the moonlight.
She had felt like someone was watching many times, but could not pull herself away from him. The humid spring May air filled the sky and all you could hear was heavy breathing and crickets.

A few hours passed and she knew she had to get home before her parents were aware of her absence. Kissing his lips before parting ways, she headed back into the night. She took the short cut through the woods. Holding her dress up a little so not to trip, jogging her way back home with a smile on her face. Tomorrow...she'd tell her parents she was going to marry him whether they approved or not. She would run her life.

Eric stopped. He could smell it, the smell of woman, of sex and sinful desires. It made his fangs drop instantly. Without a moment of hesitation he set of at a vamp run. All he could see, all he could taste was blood and he would have it one way or another. He caught a woman in the woods. He barely even took in her looks as he tackled her to the ground. He growled

"du luktar så söt, så bra, jag ska festa på dig ikväll" he muttered, his blonde hair well pass his ears as he leaned down and ran his fangs along her neck

[note: du luktar så söt, så bra, jag ska festa på dig ikväll = you smell so sweet, so good, I'm going to feast on you tonight]

Startled she let out a scream as she fell to the ground, someone...strong...large...stone like on top of her. His voice like sweet sounds making a horrendous statement she didn't understand. Her head turned to the side only able to view the trees and ground surrounding them. She felt something sharp graze her neck. For the first time she was somewhat afraid.

She didn't understand the language he spoke, but it sounded gruff with a growl.

"PLEASE, PLEASE! DON'T HARM ME...I'LL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT!"

She laid there her eyes squeezed shut praying the stranger gave her mercy.

He grinned and licked her neck "Oh yes, you shall give me what I want" he whispered before he bit into her, holding her still so she wouldn't thrash about and tear out the vein and spill blood he wanted to drink.

Her blood was sweet. It still had the endorphins brought on by sex which made him growl with need. If he wasn't that hungry he'd ravish her all the same, but right now he needed to sate one hunger first before the other. He drank and drank until she was literally drained and still he kept his fangs on her.

She screamed as something entered the side of her neck. Her arms were being held down and she couldn't move. He was too strong. Far stronger than any normal man. "PLEASE! NO!" She felt him sucking and she felt weaker. "PLEase" Soon she wasn't able to scream only whisper. "Please...pl--" The trees around her became hazy as she felt strange.

He licked her neck and sniffed her. He could tell where she lived by the scents on her body. He licked his crimson red lips as he saw nothing but a small spark of life remained in her. He bit his wrist and fed her just enough of his blood she would be comatose for a bit. She wouldn't turn unless they lay in the earth together so he hoisted her in his arms and took off to the sky, figuring he'd deposit her in her house and let the humans bury her so it would save him half the work

She felt something warm hit her lips and was barely able to lick them. After a few drops she was still weak but confused and hazy. Not as weakened before, she just felt sleepy. She felt wind in her hair and tried to open her eyes but her head lolled back. Soon she drifted into darkness...

The next morning Emily shook her to no avail of waking her. Figuring she'd had a long night she snuck out of the window. Pam's mother entered shortly after. "Breakfast darlin...up up up. Come now...Why on earth are you in a dress? Pamela?" Her mother shook her and Pamela felt cold. She looked...dead. Her mother screamed and soon was joined by her father. The local doctor came and couldn't find a pulse (it was far too weak) and pronounced her deceased by the plague. No outer signs of the disease, he figured it had now manifested into something that didn't show symptoms. Her mother broke down in tears as the doctors carried her away.

She was buried immediately so to not contaminate anyone else, laid to rest in beautiful pink ensemble. Pamela's favorite color. Her beautiful long blonde hair down and laid around her head like a halo of sunlight. Pam felt paralyzed...numb...and only saw darkness. It was a coma of some sort, but without proper advanced medical technology she went into the cold earth, dead...dead to the world.

That night Eric went to the grave. Digging himself into the ground he broke into the coffin and spooned up behind Pam

"You will be my child Pamela.." he whispered, having read her name on the grave stone "You will walk the night with me" he added as he bit his wrist and began to feed her his blood. "I am your maker, you are my child, you will be vampire, strong, everlasting" he said as he placed his wrist to her lips

She felt someone near her, and heard the familiar voice of the one who had bit her. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. She felt something against her mouth, a liquid entered her mouth and as she had more and more of it the darkness seemed to lift a little at a time.

~~Two nights later~~
She felt powerful, alive, awake. She opened her eyes to see darkness. As her vision cleared vampire vision took over and she could see wood. She could feel an arm over her. With all her might she pushed up and felt air. Fighting her way out she stood. Looking down at her dress with a smile, she looked behind her to see where she'd emerged from. She saw the headstone...her name...her alpha and omega...dirt....wood....she...she...DIED?! Was this heaven? or Hell? Or limbo? She looked around nervously as she watched the dirt move more. Eric emerged from the grave and smiled. She screamed as loud as she could, remembering the scent of him from the one who'd attacked her......


To be continued! Stick around for part 2