Pam continued, blood tears now pouring down her beautiful face, staining her porcelain cheeks, "You gave me a choice (She remembered, he thought. Of course she did.), then you took my blood and gave me your own, just like Godric did for you nearly a millennium prior.
We share the same blood, Eric. We are one and the same. We are subject to each other's deepest emotions, emotions we aren't even fully aware of at times until one of us makes the other aware, which at times, can be rather convenient.
Although, I'll tell you when it's not convenient: when some spiteful, returned-from-the-grave-with-a-vendetta witch erases the love of your life's memories leaving him an empty shell of his former glorious self, and then casts a relentless, extremely painful, and utterly humiliating spell bereaving you of the gift of immortality bestowed upon you by said maker.
Then, to top it all off, you have to leave the care of your beloved to a flighty, demanding mortal, who goes and falls in lust with 'Diet Eric'* because he's sweet, scared, clueless, and easily manipulated - in other words, the complete opposite of himself. F*ck, do you remember how she dressed you? But I digress."
"We haven't even been able to talk about any of this, Eric. I was so scared that I'd lost you forever. I was even more frightened when that witch cast the rotting spell on me because I thought that I'd fail you by dying before I was able to restore you. Even after you told me in that jail cell that you didn't want to remember your - our- life, I was determined to find a way to make you whole again."
"I've had a lot of time to ponder our life together before Sookie, or B.S., as I like to refer to it now, and I think that it wasn't very fair of you to talk about loving me 'forever' since, obviously, 'for now' would have been more accurate."
"When Bill called me to tell me that you were back, I was practically giddy with relief. However, as soon as I reached his porch and heard the conversation you were having with her, then interrupting as you professed your love for her, and having you all but ignore me in her presence, I knew nothing would ever be the same between us."
Now pushed even further to the brink of sanity by her exhaustive diatribe, and frustrated beyond belief with herself for losing the grip on her emotions as bloody tears spilled uncontrollably down her face, onto her favorite nightgown, and all over the plush white rug on the floor at the foot of her bed, Pam's fangs protracted as she challenged her maker,
"Damn you, Eric! If you're going to treat me as though I don't exist, then make it so!"
* The credit for the hilarious term, "Diet Eric," belongs to a very clever writer on one of my favorite sites, Den of Geek dot com. I find their TB reviews quite entertaining. :D
