Tales of Lilith seemed to have been around for centuries, long surpassing her own existence and yet, not a whisper of her had been mentioned until recently. At least, not in great detail. In truth, it ANGERED her that she had learned more about this women through Bill Compton than from her own maker’s mouth. But Eric seemed more or less nonchalant about the subject matter and yet, there was an underlining sense that he was also discomforted by it. Why exactly, she couldn’t be sure. She assumed it had something to do with the fact that she was considered the All Mother : the very being of which their existence flourished. There was great POWER in that, obviously. A power even Eric had to succumb to at a moment most inconvenient for him.
He didn’t want her to come, but Pam insisted, as she often did. Though she was forced to wait in the lounge while the two men made their appearance. Whatever it was they were after, neither one of them disclosed that information to her - which only added to her vexation about the whole thing. The longer she stood there, waiting, the more apprehensive she became.
Not even an hour had gone by however, that Pam suddenly felt that familiar CALL which tingled all throughout her body like a constant shiver which lasted a mere few seconds if that. A sigh passing her lips once it subsides and for a moment she stands there perplexed. He had been so adamant about keeping her at a distance since they arrived, it seemed strange that he would request her presence now. She obliges of course, steadily while walking through the large double doors of the extravagant room and all too instantly does her attention come to focus on the woman’s STRONG presence before her. Still uncertain, her eyes glance towards Eric who merely stands there with a statuesque appearance and Bill who’s expression seems almost disappointing as his gaze lingers downwards.
When Lilith speaks, her attention is brought back and a single brow begins to arch at the comment. Never has she heard an accent like that before - and she’s traveled the world - it’s foreign yet, almost hypnotizing.
It isn’t until the woman reveals her wrist and offers her blood to Pam that both men snap their heads forward. Even by Eric’s expression alone, Pam can tell that this was not a traditional offering. But who was she to refuse? From what she did come to understand of the woman, refusing such a GIFT would have been almost blasphemy. Without saying a word, the younger vampire steps forward, glancing at Eric only briefly who in turn watches her carefully with a concerned gaze. Once she’s approached, her own eyes stare deeply into that of Lilith’s own as she kneels and places a hand just beneath the woman’s wrist. Fangs snapping forward in a gentle hiss, she then lowers her mouth until the tips of her teeth sink into the alabaster flesh.
