"Zombie." Eric said the word thoughtfully. The only zombies he'd ever had any knowledge or dealings with were the ones that came with voodoo. No. That wasn't really true anymore, was it? The other Eric's memories that careened through his head at that moment reminded him about Melody, the little mutant that Pam had taken up with. The living vampire who not only fed off of death, but could control it. He was reminded about how she could raise the dead, and the threat she posed to the vampires themselves because of what she could do.
He wondered how she would react to Liv.
"I guess that explains a few things." And now that he thought about it, Eric knew of a few people who might be interested in Liv. Baba would find her intriguing, and her little friend Hannibal, as well. "You probably aren't going to have to worry about pitchforks and torches here. I'm sure you've noticed, but the people here are pretty used to the unusual. In fact, the unusual is fairly commonplace."