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After succumbing to their passion, Pam sat on Eric's lap, a far away look in her eyes.
"Penny for you thoughts?" Eric asked, breaking her silence.
"I'm just—I don't want to lose you, Eric."
"I know."
"You didn't kill the Magister," Pam reiterated.
"No," he paused, "but I wish I had."
"What are you talking about? Now that's just plain stupid." She raised one eyebrow to show just how ridiculous she thought that was.
"After him threatening you and torturing you, all I wanted to do was drive a stake through that bastard's heart." The mere thought made his blood boil and his heart run cold. He looked at her more seriously. "I didn't tell you how proud I was of you."
"No you did not. Please do so. You know I just love to hear how wonderful I am,'' she smiled and he chuckled.
"Seriously though, Pam, I couldn't have asked for a better child."
That statement pleased her to no end. No one could have given her a greater compliment.
A knock at the door.
"Yes?" Eric called.
Ginger nudged the door open and announced to Eric that the AVL had just pulled up. Eric thanked her and after exchanging a glance with Pam, they both made their way to await the decision of the Authority.
Pam sat at one table and Eric sat at another located in the center of the bar. Pam could feel Eric's anxiousness. Eric could feel Pam's worry. The atmosphere was tense.
The click clack of her heels could be heard as Nan Flannigan entered Fangtasia, immediately interrupting Pam and Eric's reverie of thoughts.
"You look like shit."
"Well, I feel fantastic." Sarcasm-etched on every word.
"You're ruling is as follows," Nan began as Eric perked up and Pam face displayed a mixture of intense worry and anxiousness. She was scared of what would be decided. She wasn't ready to lose Eric.
"The Authority disavows any knowledge of our interview, your statement, or indeed this ruling itself. None of this ever happened.
Confusion. That's the only word that describes what Eric and Pam feel.
"Missing royals, dead Magisters, it's a political tar no one wants to touch. Not with the VRA this close to ratification."
"Russell will not stop killing. What if the human public learns of it?"
Pam looked back and forth from Nan to Eric. The feelings of both confusion and happiness running through her body. She was so pleased to think she wouldn't be losing Eric. It made her heart swell with happiness. Something that didn't happen very often. The confusion came into play because she was unsure what eric would do now to achieve revenge. She knew he wasn't out of the woods yet what with Russell probably intent on destroying him for killing his lover, but at this moment that didn't matter.
But, it wasn't all coming up roses. When Nan had said, "Bring me his fangs or I will have yours," Pam's pang of worries were brought back to reality. Then she'd left Eric and Pam to talk things over.