Chapter Two: In Your Room
Unfathomable.
Pam sincerely didn't believe he would actually do it. She didn't consider that he even desired to turn her, because after all, it was supposed to be this devoted culpability – or so she's heard. As a matter of fact, Pam was even astounded by herself for putting forth her life to a vampire she hardly even knew. She imagined anything would be better than the life she had been leading before. Ultimately, she didn't care if Eric Northman turned her or not, because either way she would have gotten what she inclined toward.
Death.
Eric had taken his overwhelmed progeny back to the place where he resides – which was nothing too embellished – a humble, cottage-like home with a spacious basement in which he sleeps. The tall, blonde nightwalker advanced the rattled newborn through his living area, then the dining room, and finally down to the basement. Pam laid her eyes upon the desolation of the obscured cubbyhole, almost completely melted candles being the only light to overcast the room. She spotted a secluded coffin in the junction of the room, and a small bed in another. The sheets were varnished with what appeared to be bloodstains.
"Pardon the untidiness," Eric's voice reverberated placidly through the vacancy of the room as he eyed the mess he had made on the mattress, "I wasn't able to clean up after dinner last night."
As if the blood had been shed seconds ago, Pam could identify its scent on the sheets and it only reminded her of how excruciatingly ravenous she was. She didn't want to come off as indignant though, and theorized that Eric would let her feed when he concluded that she was good and ready to. Instead, she brought her attention to his own clothing that was obscured in dirt, "I apologize as well, Mr. Northman. That was quite the handsome suit."
"I believe it would be appropriate for you to refer to me as Eric now, Pamela. We are blood now, after all," a tinge of a smile painted his face, "and don't you concern yourself with this suit, my dear. Which reminds me…"
The ancient vampire retrieved a blue dress, with a nether layer of black ruffles beneath the indigo fabric, "I recovered this for you from the brothel. I figured you may want to get out of that robe by the time I brought you back here."
Handing over the dress to Pam, a smattering of delight was unmistakable in the new vampire's eyes as her stout lips pulled into a smile up at her newfangled maker. "Thank you," she spoke gingerly.
"Get changed, Pamela. I shall do the same, and when I return, I will teach you to feed. You must be famished," he headed toward the paramount of the stairs, peeking downward at his progeny.
"You have no idea."
He grinned. Turning his back, he began to open the door when the sound of Pam's voice resonated once more.
"Eric."
"Yes, my child?" He asked patiently, preeminently turning to look in her direction again.
"Since we're blood… I think it would be appropriate if you referred to me as Pam from now on," an amiable simper perked her cadaverous lips as she mocked his foregoing statement.
"Pam," he simply nodded, before exiting the basement completely.
Eh, not too much longer than the last chapter. Since each update is so short, I will try my very best not to keep you good readers waiting for too long.