A/N: I thought of this one shot today. When I read that, smell is the strongest sense tied to memory. I wanted to elaborate on that with Pam and Tara.

Prologue: During the attempt to rescue Pam from the authority Tara was captured by Bill. The rest of the gang escape unharmed. Eric and the rest of the group form a plan to get Tara back.. all except for Pam...

3 days had pasted since the rescue from the authority, 3 day's since Tara was taken, 3 days and Pam still sat in the same place she was in when they got to the safe house. In a chair in the living area starting blankly into the space in front of her. She didn't feed, she didn't blink, she didn't move, she didn't sleep and she didn't talk. Pam's posture was one of a beaten and battered soul. She shoulders were slumped, her eyes were fixed and her limps lay lifeless. Streaks of dried blood made paths from the corners of her eyes down her cheeks. From her nose to form a line that spread across her upper lip and not to mention the pools that generated in her ears. If one didn't know any better, they would have thought her a statue, part of the living area's decor. Eric had tried on several occasions to reason with his progeny and revive her from her comatose state, but his words failed to reach the blonde, for they only muffled in her ears. Pam had shut down, she had withdrawn herself from reality. Over the weeks after turning Tara, Pam had come to care for the young vampire. She had also accidentally and without warning fallen in love with her. Though she had never expressed those feelings nor did she let it slip through the bond, Tara knew. She had only truly opened herself up when saw Tara turn the corner at the Authority, throw open that silver door and take her in her arms. And as fast as Tara's dashing rescue has come, in a blink of an eye...she was gone.

Eric and Nora stand in the doorway of the living area with their arms crossed studying Pam.

"Brother, is she alright?" Nora questions

Eric shifts his weight and sighs "I am not for sure, I've never seen her like this"

Nora turns her stance toward Eric "Do you think Tara is still alive" Her eyes bore into the side of Eric's head.

Eric's body stiffened and he narrowed his eyes toward the defeated figure that sat before him. "For her sake" Eric nods toward Pam "I sure hope so."

Nora turned her attention back to Pam. "Well" Nora breaths out "You know what we have to do"

"Yeah, I do" Eric answers

The duo had similar thoughts and both were more than willing to go back into the authority and rescue Tara. Eric uncrossed his arms and stalked over to Pam, he bent over at the waist and placed a light kiss on her forehead. He pulled back to look into Pam's azure eyes, in them there wasn't a hint of the sassy mouthed Pam he knew. No, instead what stared back at him was a women defeated and more than anything hollow. A tear formed in the corner of Eric's eye when he leaned over to her ear and whispered "I'll get her back" With that simple statement he turned and walked away.

Pam didn't move, she didn't blink. She just... sat there.

Eric thundered from the kitchen for the rest of the group to join him there. He stood with his hands gripping the side of the counter top of the center island, he posture was rugged and hard. He stood with authority as the group piled in. He stood in silence for a moment longer when they all had settled.

"You all know what has happened" Eric paused "And you know what we must do" He wasn't looking for a yes or no from the group. He was telling them, giving them little to no options. "Nora and I are going back to get Tara, and you all coming with me"

"The fuck we are! I take no orders from fangers" Jason Spat

In a seconds time Eric had Jason by the throat up against the wall "THEN I HAVE NO USE FOR YOU" Eric growled through his fangs tightening his hold on Jason's throat.

Sookie casually walked over to pair of men, places her hands on her hips and looks them. " Eric put him down and Jason shut the fuck up"

Eric give Sookie a sideways glance then drops jason to his knees and retracts his fangs. "Any more objections" Eric bellows walking back around the island.

Eric scans the group " Everyone go the armory and get suited up, we are leaving tonight"

The group gets up to leave when Eric calls Jessica over to him "Jessica I need to speak with you"

Jessica turns on her heels and walks back toward the island. "What's up"

Eric took a seat on the bar stool and motioned with his hand for Jessica do to the same. " Jessica, I know that you are valiant, but I need you do something special for me"

Jessica stares at Eric confusingly "What is it Eric"

"I need you to stay behind and look after Pam" Eric calmly states

Jessica leans back and her eyes widen slightly, she turn her gaze toward the living room wall.

"Don't be afraid" Eric grabs Jessica's hand "In her condition she isn't going to bite"

"She's not what I am afraid Eric, what if Tara is dead" Jessica chokes past a growing lump in her throat

"She isn't, Bill is smarter than that. He knows we will come for her" Eric reassured Jessica

Jessica sighs and stands up from the table "Okay, y'all just be safe" She gives Eric a half-hearted smile and walks toward the living room.

In an hour the group was armed and ready. Ready to face the darkness. To rescue Pam's Tara.

Bound by silver Tara sat against a wall in a damp and dimly lit cellar. The pain from silver on her wrist's were bearable, but the pain of not filling Pam through their bond was agonizing. She didn't know if she was alive or not. The last thing she can remember is being dragged through a hallway by her feet and Pam along with the rest of the group being attacked by a herd of Authority guards. Her mind then wandered to Pam. The color of her eyes, the color of her lips and skin and the way she smelled. She could practically smell it in the air around her, the intoxicated unforgettable scent of lavender and honey suckle. Tara's bottom lip begins to quiver at the memory of Pam's scent. She longed for it, she ached for it but she was afraid it was out of her grasp forever. She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the door of the cellar swing open. Tara stiffened her body at the sound of approaching foot steps. The steps weren't hurried nor were they slow. The steps were taken with conviction and authority. Tara knew it could only be one person and she was right when caught the whiff of raw, unadulterated blood and hate.

Bill stopped in front of Tara and bent down to face her.

"Tara, its been a long time. How are things?"

Tara stayed silent.

Bill forcefully grabbed Tara by the jaw " I asked you a question"

Tara stared in to the eyes if Bill Compton, they no longer the familiar brown eyes she once knew. Instead they were solid black pools that were full of rage.

"Fuck you" Tara spat in Bills face

Bill only smiled as he wiped the spit from his face. "Now, now, Tara that wasn't very nice"

"I am not a nice person" Tara retorts

"Obviously, only that sort of rudeness can only be stemmed from ones maker... by the way how is your sweet Pam?

"Fuck you" Tara roars "Don't you dare speak her name"

Bill laughs "How about I get you a different maker, hmm? One that isn't such a bitch and knows the meaning of respect?"

Before Tara can protest, Bill is on top of her, he takes he wrist to his mouth and bites. He grabs Tara's jaw and forces it open, he places his appendage to Tara's mouth and lets his blood flow freely into her mouth and down her throat. Tara's fights back violently against him but is no match for his strength. She suddenly stops thrashing and her eyes roll back into her head and her world and her Pam fade away.

TBC

Second chapter should be up in a couple of days. Please review, I appreciate all of them! Thanks ;-)