"For you. There are any number of undead, but you will have to truly end them, no bringing them back." Pam didn't want to see zombie'd undead. She wasn't even sure that all of them existed here; her doppelganger had mentioned the, but they hadn't gotten into number.
"It does lack a sense of solidarity with my fellow nightwalkers, but if my own kind is to survive, then the others may need to meet their final death." Pam nodded slightly; she'd have to discuss this with Eric, the Erics, or possibly just the other Pam. "It means you're hopefully less likely to raise an undead army which would scare the populace and end many of our lives." She nodded ever so slightly again.
"I would rather feed." The vampire leaned in and nuzzled at soft caramel skin, just a hint of fang. The idea of feeding with the deathwielder was more than a little enticing. She let fangs brush at Melody's skin before placing a kiss just under her jaw.
"But, it can wait." A hint of disappointment and resignation might have slipped into her voice. Just a hint. The petite vampire could wait; she was the patient sort. She nipped at Melody's jaw before turning slightly. She kept her arm around the taller woman's waist.
"Come along. Apparently there is a castle somewhere that belongs to this place's Eric."