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It’s not just faces and textual information that Pam stores in her vault. There are also sensations; smells, textures, sounds and moving images—everything that makes up the complex sensual surroundings of those she wants to remember. And tonight, she wants to remember a certain Sookie Stackhouse.
The rise and fall of her chest, the way her breath hitched slightly when Pam touched the soft, smoothness of her breasts. The way her bottom lip quivered, ever so slightly when Pam removed a piece of Longshadow’s right clavicle from her cleavage.
Sookie’s innocence permeated the air around her, and loosing her virginity hardly dulled it at all. Yes, Pam could smell that on her as well, and unlike convention it made her sweeter instead of dulling her scent. It was as if sex had brought her blood closer to the surface of her skin. It had a taste of what pleasure was like and desperate for more, it now wants to drink the sensations from the air of everyone around her.
Sookie—a living and breathing vampire, in her own way.
Pam settles down to sleep with a smile on her face. If Sookie’s blood craves passion so badly, Pam will stand a little closer to her next time. Each vampire for herself, of course, but sometimes, girls have to stick together.
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