A Vampire's Seductress

Part 1

Pammela's Story

Author's note:

To understand Pammela we would have to start from the beginning and then tell her story up until meeting back up with Damon Salvatore after many years of randomly running into him, be it by accident or occasionally on purpose.

Chapter One

On a crisp frosty February morning in 1766 and little girl by the name of Pammela Marie Colthurst was born to a sweet husbandless woman by the name of Marie Ann Colthurst. The child was born with the common genetic traits of the family. Fiery red peach fuzz on top of her tiny little head and bright blue eyes that would with time turn to the family shade of emerald green. The child was smaller in size then your average baby born in that time period, her size making her look like a tiny little porcelain doll.

The mother worked as a washer woman to keep food in their mouths and a roof over their heads. Her young babe growing up quickly, advancing at least a month ahead of your normal child at everything she did. Her mother always making sure she had on the nicest clothes she could make and always had a pretty ribbon tied in her hair.

Pammela was an angel, as her mother always told her. She was quiet, sweet and always did as she was asked. Her mother always would spin these wonderful stories for her bedtime stories about fairies and witches and all other sort of magical beings and creatures. When she got older, her mother showed her these tricks that other people really couldn't do, things like taking a seed, putting it in her glowing hands and the seed would suddenly be a seedling. Her mother could also go out into the woods and attract wildlife, be it a bunny, squirrel, bird or the occasional doe. Pammela thought this was the neatest thing ever because the animals would play with her and let her pet them.

When Pammela was 8 her mother decided it was time for her to see the elemental part of their being. She showed her how to manipulate the fire of a candle stick, but try as she might all Pammela could do is make the candle flame snuff itself out, but her mother kept encouraging her to keep trying, no matter how frazzled she would get.

By the time she was 9 she could do everything her mother could do, her mother being very impressed with her fast learning little girl. But ever the curious one, Pammela wanted to learn more, but there was no one to learn from. So she just kept honing what she already knew, improving on it vastly and coming to master it. Her mother started telling her of tales of how her kind could also master and manipulate the other elements of Water, Air and Earth, though stating that it was a rare occurrence for one of their kind to master them all. Her mother told her this so that Pammela wouldn't get discouraged in case she couldn't master one of these other elements, but kept encouraging her to at the very least try to learn some control over them.

During her 9th year of life, while learning and honing her special skills, the revolutionary war broke out, her mother though, did not tell little Pammela about this, wanting to shield her child from the blood and gore that is the wars of men. Her mother did keep tabs on the war and a rifle on hand incase of emergencies along with a stone dagger that she had gotten from a local tribe that she traded herbs and such with on occasions.

February came around and Pammela was so excited, she would be turning 10 at the end of the month and the cold season would be over soon. She dearly loved the snow, but the cold that came along with it was like death taking a hold over the land, her heart calling out for the beauty of flowers and clear sunny skies.

On the night of February 6th, not long after Pammela was suppose to be in bed but had snuck into her mothers bed instead of her own, to spend the cold night cuddled up against her mother for warmth, there was a faint knocking at the door. Her mother who at the time was cleaning up in the kitchen put down her work and went to check the door.

Upon opening the door she sees a man that's covered in blood, who looked like death warmed over. He had on the outfit of a soldier and it looked to have seen better days, buttons were missing, there were holes in random places and a pocket had been completely torn off.

The mother's kind heart had her inviting the man in and turning to gather supplies to see to his wounds, but as soon as she turned her back to him his face transformed from that of a man in pain, to a monster lusting for blood. With a feral growl the man lunged for her, fangs flashing in the firelight. The mother upon hearing the growl turned with a gasp and screamed the name of the foul creature.

"Vampire!"

Pammela woke with a start at her mother's scream of vampire, running to the bedroom door and peeking out at the commotion, a quiet gasp escaping her lips at the sight. There was her mother, fighting for her very life against a monster with a man's body, the very sight of it sending cold chills down her spine.

The man proclaimed vicious sneer "Klaus be wanting your blood woman." as he tried to restrain her. The mother fought with everything she had to preserve her own life for that of her child, but the vampire was stronger, clamping his hand down on her neck in attempt to choke her into unconsciousness. She fought him tooth and nail, clawing at his face and kicking his shins, screaming the whole time.

Pammela hearing her mother's screams wanted desperately to help, but as soon as she tried to go to help her mother's eyes locked on hers telling her not to interfere. As soon as their eyes locked the vampire's ire was at its peak and in a rage he clamped down on her neck, a bloody scream of "NO!" escaping her lips. Pammela ran back into the room and hid in the chest at the foot of her mother's bed, the chest that kept everything as it was when it was put in there.

In a last ditch attempt to at least save her child the mother flailed her arms and knocked over a lamp, the flames spreading quickly around her, her dying words, muttered like a spell as she latched onto the vampire to let him not escape was, "Let the flames not reach my angel."

That night, Pammela cried herself to sleep in that chest, not coming out until all noise had died away and the first sounds of morning reached hear ears. With fear in her heart she opened the chest and stumbled out of it, the smell of burnt wood heavy in the air. She walked to the door slowly and opened it after a few minutes hesitation, gasping at the desolation that she saw before her. Half of the house had been burned away in the night, the last of the embers just barely glowing in the cool, crisp morning air. Looking at the door she saw scorch marks but nothing more, realizing that her mother must have somehow protected the bedrooms from the flames.

As she turned from the bedroom and slowly started making her way through her burnt home, she noticed a pile of ashes near the door in the shape of a man, in anger she kicked the pile and did the most un-lady like thing she had ever done in her life, she actually spit upon the vampire's ashes, knowing that it must be him from the stories her mother had told her about what happened to vampire's in death.

Then turning to inspect the rest of the house she gasped, tears forming in her eyes and leaking down her face. There, in a pile of crystal like dust, was her mother's amulet and ring. Her mother never took them off, never. So knowing what she and her mother were, and what happens to their kind in death, Pammela started weeping, sobs causing her small frame to shake as she fell to her knees. In a panicked frenzy she ran to what was left of the pantry, search until she found what she was looking for then going back to the spot of her mother's death.

Gathering as much of the sparkling remains as possible and placing them inside of the unused pickling jar, all while mumbling that is was only temporary, picking up the ring her mother had held dear and a reminder of her father and hugging it to her chest before placing it among her mother's remains then sealing the jar, remembering her mother's words about how the amulet was to eventually become hers and how she needed to keep it safe until the time was right.

Taking the jar into her arms she slowly and sadly made her way back into her mother's room, taking a small but pained comfort in her mother's scent as she opened the chest that had been her safe haven in the night and placed her mother's jar inside with a small sob, placing the amulet around the neck of the jar as a tear fell onto the lid. She then tore from the room, grabbing a broom out of the closet next the her room, ignoring everything else and she went on a rampage, trying so desperately to get the ashes of that vile thing out of her house and away from her mother, wishing it gone. Something in her stirred and the wind kicked up as she swept the last of the monsters ashes out of where the door would be.

As soon as the ashes had been carried away the poor little girl who had just been orphaned over night broke down sobbing, falling to her knees as she wailed to the rising sun of her loss.