Eric could pinpoint the exact moment he had made the conscious decision to turn Pam.
He had followed her for weeks after taking a fancy to her at a party in downtown London. She was a far cry from a free spirit. No, she was much more similar to a caged animal, waiting to break free from societal and parental constraints in order to take hold of the passion within. There was a deep seeded ferocity in her which amused him a great deal.
On the outside, Lady Pamela was the ideal English woman. Her posture was stiff, etiquette pristine, and wardrobe luxurious. Yet, there was a spark in her eyes that refused to die. When she suspected no one was looking she would make a face or whisper a comment of the crude nature under her breath. Eric took note of these attributes, often with a soft chuckle. Once, hearing one of her remarks, he winked at her. She gasped and blushed, embarrassed that her improper tendencies had been revealed to someone else. Eric wished at that moment that he could show her just how wrong she was in thinking that her true self was anything to hide. He wanted to know that side of her, wanted to be the one to unleash it upon the unsuspecting public.
In a way, he wanted to be her hero, her savior, while also being her murderer, her demon.
Eric wanted her to be a vampire. But, not just any vampire – his vampire, his child, his progeny – His. She would be his and they would hunt and kill and love. He would give her everything she needed, anything she wanted, and all the things she had been too afraid to ask for in her human life.
Oh, what fun they could have.
But, it was not until a week later that the choice to make Pamela his child was finalized. It was close to midnight so her parents were long since asleep. Eric watched the young girl dance alone in her courtyard without a single care in the world. She was very rarely solitary but when the times came she took full advantage of them. Mesmerized by the twirling of her skirt and the swaying of her loose golden locks, Eric almost didn't notice a man approach him from behind; a stranger who, unbeknownst to him, would change the course of Eric's eternal life.
For a moment the man simply stood at the gate beside Eric, similarly watching Pamela.
"You're going to drag that girl to the pits of Hell." The stranger spoke with purpose but without emotional attachment. As if this were merely fact and Eric should just take it for what it was. Turning a swift eye to the man, Eric thought about ripping his throat out but was curious as to his reasoning.
"And the beauty and the tragedy of it all is that you won't even try. It's in your nature. You can't help but destroy everything you touch." The use of the word nature called to reason that the man knew Eric was a vampire. Though, how he knew Eric never found out. "You believe you love her. But…you're not capable of love."
Seconds went by as they both remained silent, Eric taking in every word and putting each into consideration. As if a silent epiphany had just come over him, Eric straightened, turned to the man and replied "That doesn't mean I don't deserve it."
Without a second's notice, the Viking snapped the stranger's neck, threw him over his shoulder and sped towards the spot in the garden where Pamela sat. The man would be a nice present when she awoke as a vampire.