The first thing she saw when she awakened was Eric and instantaneously all her worries were brought to the front of her mind. She leaned over her coffin and immediately asked him if he had even slept at all. His only response had been to hold up the towel that was doused in blood. The blood running down Eric's nose was evident and it pained Pam to see it. Never in all her existence as a vampire had she ever seen Eric so upset, nor had she ever seen him lose sleep over anything.

"Are the guards still outside?" Pam questioned, as she got out of her coffin.

Eric quickly nodded then began a spiel on how he wouldn't allow Pam to take any responsibility for the mess he'd created. "Whatever the authority decides, I will not allow you to take any responsibility," he had said.

"You didn't kill the Magister," Pam stated with an air of reassurance. Eric was acting as if it was already set in stone that he would be accused.

"Yes, but politically I'm a much cleaner scapegoat," Pam began to walk closer to him and rested on his desk, "Who's it easier to pin it on? The sheriff in your custody or the king that could be anywhere? If they search Russel's palace they'll find the remains of his lover." It was best that Pam be filled in.

In a gentle tone, a ton which Pam hardly ever used, "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing," Pam looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate, "He was the closet thing to Russel's heart. He had to die."

"A hundred years I've been with you. Why did you never say anything—about Russel or your family—?" She was astounded that he hadn't confided in her and she wanted the reasoning.

"You didn't need to know."

Pam's hurt showed in her eyes and Eric quickly tried to explain.

"What good would it do to share my pain with you?" The redness around the brim of Eric's eyes suddenly became more prominent. He felt slightly guilty for not sharing with Pam, but how could he? He didn't want to be perceived by weak. Least of all by his Pam.

"You didn't need to carry it all by yourself." Pam was growing more upset by the second.

"I am not weak."

And she knew that. Pam knew that he wasn't weak. How could she not? He was her everything. Her father, her brother, her friend, her lover. She of all people realized just how not weak he was. How could he think she would ever even consider titling him as weak?

"I was the sole survivor. The burden is mine alone." Leave it to him to be all noble about it, Pam thought.

"We've lived through so much for so long. It can't end this quickly."

"Everything ends. Even the immortals." There was a dark look in Eric's eyes and Pam couldn't pretend she wasn't frightened. Never in all her existence had she seem Eric so wrapped up over something. Never before had they been in danger as great as this.

"If I can't go on," he looked her directly in the eyes, "you must make a new vampire. It is your time to be a maker."

And that's when she lost it. The thought of losing him made her feel scared and she couldn't even grip what his statement meant. She couldn't imagine life without him. He was everything to her. What would she do if he was gone? The tears came. And she laid her head on his chest as he patted and kissed her head, trying to console her and trying to reassure himself. He could feel her hurt and he hated it. He didn't like her being hurt and suddenly his love for her overcame his ability to think anymore. The thought of never being with Pam again made him ache all over. He gently lifted her chin and pulled her lips to hers. They hadn't kissed in years. He couldn't understand why he'd ever stopped kissing her. Kissing her was simply incredible.

Pam and Eric were very passionate people. Before they knew it. They were engulfed in a world of true and complete love and ardor.

I know the ending may be slightly OOC, however I felt that Pam and Eric do love eachother. Because this could be the last chance they have together, they'll want to take advantage of their alone time.

Hope you enjoyed. I own nothing. Review? It'd be enormously appreciated!