Eric's shocked expression did nothing to quell Pam's anger. He looked at his enraged progeny with disbelief, her fangs bared, every fiber of her being daring him to strike her.
He did not.
Instead, Eric instantly closed the gap separating their bodies, and he quickly but gently clasped his large hands on either side of her distraught yet still ethereally lovely face, holding her still so that he could look into her eyes, giving her no other choice but to return his gaze.
"Pam, min älskling, please forgive me. Please. I understand now what you've endured for me - no, for us- and I am sorry. I wish I could have spared you the suffering; I would have gladly taken on that burden. I want you to know how proud I am of everything you did. I need you more than you will ever know, and I am sorry that I have neglected our love. I have been careless. I am begging for your forgiveness. Please give me the chance to fix what I've broken. I love you."
Pam involuntarily made a small sound - her maker had never spoken so frankly, and she had never seen him beg. Not once. Not ever. Instantly humbled and without hesitation, she said quietly, "I forgive you, Eric."
With his hands still cradling her face, and their eyes staring unblinkingly into one another's, Eric leaned down slowly and kissed his beloved. His hands moved along her cheeks and into her thick, golden tresses as they kissed. He delighted in her familiar feel and scent. It was wonderfully intoxicating: her blood, his blood. Only with her did he truly feel at peace, at home.
Unable to resist, Pam responded forcefully, causing him to lose control. He dropped his arms, loosening his hands from her hair, and wrapped her up in his strong arms as he sat back onto her bed, pulling her closer still.
Translation (courtesy of Google Translate): min älskling = my darling
