A/N: This chapter took me a while because I really had no idea what I wanted to write, aside from the beginning, and even that was iffy. I hope it doesn't disappoint too much. Please review if you have the time, it always makes me smile :) Also, I'd just like to share how much I love the Pam/ Eric relationship on True Blood. I get so fed up with all the Bill and Sookie crap (wow, isn't that awful?) that half the time I just want it to be the Pam and Eric Show hahah.

Disclaimer: I do not own SVM or any of the characters; I am simply playing with them a bit.

It's amazing how drastically things can change in such a short amount of time. As the nights go by, Pam's smile becomes less forced and much more believable. It takes a lot more for her to lose her temper than usual and she is more agreeable overall. To put it simply, she is happy. This newfound happiness could be attributed to many things: the fresh California air, how much she loves her beach house, or the fact that she can wear pink whenever she wants. In the back of her mind, though, she knows that it's because of him, because of Thomas.

In the beginning, it was just a way for her to not feel so alone. She would go home with him after work every night to take her mind off of everything, and it worked well enough. He certainly didn't seem to mind. Then, one night as they were basking in the afterglow, they began to talk, only stopping when the faintest hint of pink began to tinge the skyline. It is quite rare to completely trust a vampire that is not your maker, and yet Pam felt so at ease around Thomas. She felt as though she could tell him anything, and she did. She told him about how stifling (and plain boring) her human life had been, about her obsession with Dear Abby, and about her life in Shreveport. She told him everything aside from why she left Louisiana. He took note of her silence when he broached the topic the first time and never brought it up again, for which Pam was grateful.

Pam speculates that the reason she finds him so trustworthy is because he cares nothing for vampire politics. He confided to her that his father, a Spanish nobleman, constantly threw words like "duty" and "honor" at him for most of his human life, which he absolutely loathed. He never wanted to be in a position of importance when he was alive, so why should he now? He obeys all of the laws and pays fealty where it is owed, but tries his best to fly under the radar for the most part. He just wants to run his bar and live as carefree as possible. Maneuvers for power are the last thing on his mind. Pam finds this outlook refreshing.

Almost every night is spent the same way: they go to work at the club, sometimes together, go back to his house after closing, have sex, talk, and maybe go for round two (or three or four, depending on how long they talk for). He likes to hold her while they talk, something that she balked at in the beginning. Pam is not a fan of unnecessary affection of any means but Thomas wouldn't take no for an answer. She has grown to rather enjoy it, but that isn't something she would freely admit. She feels safe in his arms, content. She hasn't had this kind of easy companionship in decades. Sure, she and Eric have had companionship, but it certainly hasn't been easy in a very long time. No, this is different. This is simple.

Some nights, like tonight, he goes back to her house with her. They lie together on her deck and listen to the waves crash against the shore. On these nights, they don't talk much, they don't feel the need to. They just sit there quietly, him pressing the occasional kiss to her hair and her nestling deeper into his chest. Pam thinks these nights are some of the best ones of her entire existence.

"You know what I love about the ocean?" Thomas breaks the silence. "It never changes. No matter how old I get or where I am, it's always the same. You know what I mean?" He goes on almost inaudibly over the roar of the ocean. Pam nods against his chest.

Yes, she does know what he means. But sometimes, change can be a good thing.

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Sookie and Eric were having such a good time at Fangtasia that she almost didn't notice that one of the waitresses was avoiding her like the plague. Almost. When she saw the girl go into the ladies' room, she excused herself and followed her in. Before she had a chance to get away, Sookie grabbed her arm and listened in to her thoughts. It wasn't hard to find what she was looking for. Sookie gritted her teeth and yanked the girl forcefully out of the restroom and dragged her to Eric's booth. He raised an eyebrow, perplexed.

"Tell him," she commanded. Wide-eyed, the waitress swallowed hard. Sookie shook her. "Tell him!"

"M-miss Pam called to-today. She needed s-s-someone to have the rest of her th-things sent to her n-new address," she shut her eyes tight through this admission, shaking with fear.

Eric clenched his jaw. "Why didn't you tell me this?"

"She said not to. She said…" she trailed off nervously.

"Yes?" He prompted.

"She said that it was none of your business."

Eric lifted a hand to massage his temples and the girl flinched back. Sookie held her steady. He was quiet for several moments, deep in thought. Finally, "Put the address on my desk. Go." The girl nodded quickly before running off; she definitely didn't need to be told twice.

Sookie slid into the booth across from him. "Eric, are you okay?" He smiled and waved her off.

"I'm fine, lover. Now, what were we talking about?"

The rest of the night went on like nothing ever happened.

This chapter = fail. I know it probably would have been more believable if Pam got involved with a woman, but I thought that she needed to establish a new, positive relationship with a man for the sake of the story. Probably only one more chapter, and hopefully it will be posted in less time than this one was! Thanks for reading.