((A.N Okay this is my first True Blood piece so please,for the love of everything help me out if I am too O.O.C...and please don't rip me apart.))

Theme one: Maternal Instinct

Paring: Pam/Tara

Rating: T.

"What the fuck are you doing?" A feminine voice bellowed as she walked into a room which contained a tanning booth. The woman rolled her dark blue eyes when the only answer she received was an agonizing scream,walking over to the booth she turned it off and lifted the lid up. Inside the bed laid her dark-skinned progeny badly burnt body Pam glare turned harsher as her blue orbs met dark brown. It was a truly disgusting sight,blisters and bubbles all over Tara's body,and the smell, it was foul.

"Answer me!" Pam once again yelled,furious at her progeny as she grabbed the woman's arm and grimaced as a large piece of skin came off and stuck to her hand.

Tara glared defiantly at her maker "Fuck you. You have no right." Tara spat out viciously before she pulled the lid back down,screaming as the harsh UV rays burned her skin,hoping that Pam would leave so she could meet true death. The blond woman sighed rolling her eyes as she lifted the lid up again.

"Get out of there. Now." Pam stated firmly,leaving no room for questioning.

"As your maker I command you to get out,and to never try this again." the older vampire growled out frustrated,her eyes trained on the other vampire watching as she got out of the booth. As soon as Tara's feet hit the floor, Pam grabbed her arm ignoring her screams and vamped out of the establishment only murmuring a 'You did this to yourself'.

"What where you thinking,you stupid bitch?"Pam yelled out the obviously rhetorical question once the duo reached the doors Fangtasia, "I am sure you know now that we vampires don't tan very well now." she barked out sarcastically after a few moment,watching Tara's body heal itself.

"Why do you fucking care?" Pam eyes shot up to look at her progeny's face, "You don't understand, I fucking hate vampires!" Tara spat out as she rubbed her arms,she could feel the blood tears falling down her face. Of course she had to be turned...she seemed to have some shitty ass luck. "This is just another reason for me to be hated!" She growled out pushing her hair back. "Another reason for my mother to think I am a goddamn monster, which I am now!"

"Why do you care?" Pam questioned,arms crossed over her chest. She found it pathetic and sickening, this is her progeny speaking like this. "Yes,you are a monster now,am I,big fucking deal."Pam moved closer to Tara,her heels sinking into the slight wet dirt. "I heard stories from Stackhouse, she did not even love you. You were nothing but a cross to bear, a burden...correct."

"Like the fucking matters." Tara snapped, Pam smirked walking around the petite vampire. "She is still my mother,is it wrong that I would want some kind of motherly love?"

"No,not at all sugar." Pam stated as she stopped in front of Tara,"But has she ever shown you love? Ever?" Pam looked at her progeny's face. "Did you feel loved with her? Did you feel safe?"

Tara was quiet as she thought back the times with her mother. She never felt any of that,she felt that any moment Lettie Mae would snap and kill her. Countless of times she was awoken from a slumber to Lettie Mae choking her. She could still see the deranged and crazed look on her mom's face,she could still feel the vice-like grip on her neck...Lettie Mae never loved her,she never loved her own flesh and blood. Blood began to fall from her eyes,leaving a dark trail down her mocha colored face.

"You shed tears for this woman...for how she treated you."Pam placed her index finger under Tara's chin,forcing her to look in her blue eyes. "You don't have to cry for her,fear her or obey her. She should be the one fearing you, she should scream in fear for what you could do to her. She can't hurt you anymore Tara, but you can. You can make her suffer for what she did to you." Pam whispered to her,looking into her eyes and smirking as Tara's fangs shot out.

"She can't hurt me anymore..."Tara murmured repeated softly,looking at her maker,a small smirk came to her face. Pam was the only one who ever tried to protected her like this,like a mother should. Shielding her child from danger,pain and anguish.

"Now come on sugar,we are going to ground soon." Pam turned and walked to the doors of Fangtasia,Tara following behind her smirking.