Title: My Maker's Maker
Author: Anamaric17 aka Brittley
Summary: Tara is coming to terms with her maker's maker Eric.
"Eric is calling me...well messaging me."
Pamela's voice whispered to Tara in the dark of their shared bed. Tara had heard the phone go off so she already knew it was Eric, but that didn't mean she had to agree with it. Before the baby vampire could say anything, her maker was untangling those longer, paler limb from her own and getting dressed.
"What's so important that he needs you at this moment?" Tara said unable to keep the attitude out of her words, not like Pam wouldn't have heard it anyway.
"Come on Tara, not this shit again! Do I have to hold your hand all the time?" Pam said sounding angry and Tara watched that cold exterior replace the warm, caring, and funny woman she had just finished making love to.
"NO! I just-shit I don't know. I hate how Eric has more you than I do."
There I said it, Tara thought as she drew her knees up to her chest, sitting against their mohoghany headboard. She didn't look at Pam afraid to see her dislike in those icy, blue eyes.
'Hey. Hey look at me."
Tara bit her lip letting her fangs show and those simple words draw her back into her maker"s arms. Pam had crawled back on their bed and Tara soon felt those soft, silky, familiar and plump lips on her own.
"Just because I love and care for Eric does not mean you have less of my love or care. You are my child Tara, and although you don't always listen I would never change you or leave you. You are mine. I am yours."
"So does this mean that nothing is going on between you and Eric? I mean I know how vampires are with family now." Tara said smiling a little thinking about how funny it was when Lafayette said she was fucking her vampire mother.
Pam looked thoughtful for a second before she ran a hand down Tara's side.
"Once upon a time Eric was my entire world. I breathed for him...figuratively. He was the moonlight and the stars and I still would die for him if need be. Then I realized Eric and I weren't meant to be together as lovers. Besides, I like the way you look on top of me better than the viking."
They laughed at that and then Pam's phone hummed again. Tara smiled shyly squeezing Pamela's hand before expecting her to go, but Pam surprised her again as usual.
"Get off me and get the brush on the vanity."
"What?"
"Gosh, you are cute but kinda slow sometimes. I'm staying now get the brush your hair is a mess."
Tara grinned kissing her maker again as Pamela struggled to get a hand free and text Eric to let him know she couldn't make his meeting. Her girl needed her and she going to stay where she was needed the most.