Re: Elijah and Ptarah
She tried to hide the excitement as she replied, "All manners of pleasure." Her thin brows lifted. "I learned that there are many ways to serve. I don't understand why so few wish to follow the path. Do you?" It was one of her fondest memories in this life being available to feed and please them. Since she was taken as a slave out of Africa, she'd been used and paid handsomely. She'd enjoyed all of it, except some of the ways she'd been mishandled. The rough abuse of her ex-master's favorite slave still was a hard memory.
It was also rare to hear of vampires that were old, and very rare to meet any of them. The immortal ones that graced the world didn't ever need to stoop to such an earthly stature as to talk to her. Her eyes widened, realizing that Elijah was much older than she'd ever assumed. "Then, I am very honored, Elijah. My life as a free woman or slave mean very similar paths... I serve." she rested her expression, doing her best to cool the shock she still felt at his age.