An original love story on the evolution of Eric and Pam.
~Pamela~
Prologue
"How tall are you?" the innocence in the voice of a small child broke my concentration from the ferry boat that was embarking on its journey from the waters of Seattle.
Smiling I tore my eyes from the sea and peered down at the fair haired girl, it was amazing how a tiny human could remind me of my own childhood back in my homeland of Sweden.
"Very tall" I answered "My question to you is what are you doing out here so late, where is your mother?"
Shrugging her tiny shoulders in response she let loose a heavy sigh all the while craning her neck to gaze up at me with wide blue eyes that were filled with wonder and a mind that was buzzing with so many more unanswered questions.
"Dead I suppose" she pouted
"You suppose?" I arched my eyebrow at her urging her forward with this conversation that she had started, almost a thousand years I had roamed this earth and yet still was surprised at the curiosity that lingered within me.
"Well she left when I was just a baby, daddy said she didn't want a family and so ran to live by herself" she nodded "Daddy hates her though, he says he hopes she died; so I suppose she's dead now maybe."
"Very unfortunate for you then" I said holding her gaze as she smiled "This has been a delightful conversation little girl but I'm afraid I have to go now, business calls."
My thirst for blood had been aching in my throat all night and it didn't help much that this small human bounded up to me, she smelled delicious but then again all innocent blood did. Children were especially delicious but there would be none of that tonight, she had been entertaining with her depressing story.
"I'm ten soon to be eleven, I'm not really all that small" she frowned "How old are you?"
"Very old" I nodded
"What's your name?" she asked
So many questions, I smiled.
"Eric and yours?" I sighed
"Pamela" she smiled "Pamela Ravenscroft."
"Well Pamela Ravenscroft it's time for us to part ways, goodbye my dear."
"Will I see you again Mr. Eric?" she asked
Yet another question, so many questions in that pretty little head of hers. Bending down to look at her more firmly I smiled
"Maybe..." I grinned before leaping into the air, the sound of her gasp was music to my ears as she stood frozen with amazement.
Pamela Ravenscroft, a very curious child. I never forget a name and how it would come back to haunt me.