A/N: Heres chapter 2 folks enjoy and let me know what you think! My muse went in the opposite direction than planned but I hope you guys like it!
"Tara?" A raspy voice groaned in confusion, as her ocean blue eyes fluttered open.
Pam gazed blearily around the room. She was immediately assaulted by ultra bright florescent lighting and the smell of burning flesh. As she struggled to move, she realized that it was her own flesh she was smelling and that she wasnt where she was supposed to be.
Silver chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles and were attatched to metal railings on each side of what appeared to be a old hospital bed. Groaning, she struggled against the restraints in an attempt to sit up a little, only to fall back down against the bed, hissing in agony.
She scanned her eyes frantically around the unfamiliar place as best she could. The room was small and dirty. The walls were a sickening shade of pale green and the floor was concrete. She noticed a faint beeping sound and looked up to see a blue machine attached to a metal pole beside the bed with plastic tubing that connected to an intravenous cathedor that had been poorly inserted into her wrist.
Confused and irritated, she writhed about on the bed, cursing and huffing under her breath. She had no idea where she was and no recollection of how she'd gotten there and there didnt appear to be anyone around to enlighten her on either of those things. Or on how she came to be dressed in the hideously striped green and blue hospital gown that hung loosely from her body and snapped at her shoulders.
She stared at the ceiling. Nothing about this made any sense. She closed her eyes and tried to recall the last thing she could remember before going to sleep.
She realized after a moment that she couldnt even remember going to ground. All of her memories were coming through so blurry and it was pissing her off.
She remembered sitting in her office a few hours past dawn, going through paperwork and stewing in her remaining ire for her progeny, who had childishly stomped off to bed earlier that morning after ironically spending over an hour trying to illustrate to Pam that she wasn't a child.
She pursed her lips at the memory of their argument. Tara was an exeptional vampire in the making.
She was bright, crafty, fiercely loyal, and her rough upbringing had made her scrappy as hell in a brawl, so much that Pam hadnt really felt the need to try and teach her anything related to fighting as she seemed to have her own personal style of ass kicking and it worked for her.
She would have easily wiped the floor with Jessica, had Pam allowed their little catfight at Fangtasia to continue.
The thing was, her progeny had an awful habit of not even attempting to think shit through. Ever. She backed down to nothing and no one at all of ten days old and now a little over a year later not much had changed.
This terrified Pam more than she cared to admit outloud, because the truth was, her greatest fear lately was that she would lose her progeny as a result of her brash and hotheaded personality and her apparent inability to think before jumping head on into the face of danger.
Still, just the thought of her child warmed her undead heart and granted her a few seconds of much needed reprieve, before panic shot through her body. Where was Tara? Was she here too? Wherever here was...
She couldnt sense Tara nearby, but she could feel the steady hum of their bond above her left breast which meant she was atleast alive. Perhaps she had managed to get away somehow?
Pam growled hopelessly and clenched her jaw. This was fucking ridiculous. She had to get out of here somehow. The only door in the room had a large high tech looking lock on it and there were red lasers surrounding it.
Well wasnt that just dandy.
She thought back to months ago when her entire vampire family had been incarcerated together in "vamp camp". She shivered at the memory.
That fucking nutcase governor and his backwoods brother/cousin army of parasites. She had nearly lost both her maker and her progeny more than once during that whole fiasco.
Their escape was nowhere near a clean break and they were all lucky to have made it out in one piece. Many vampires didnt and she was thankful everyday that she hadnt lost the two people that meant the most to her.
Just then there was a loud buzzing sound and the all of locks on the door began to click simultaneously. As it yawned open, Pam raised an eyebrow as her captor was revealed to her.
"Pam." Came a raspy voice, she had hoped she would never have the great displeasure of hearing again. "Nice to see you again."
Pam smirked wickedly, despite her state of lethargy and cocked her head to the side.
"Dr Finn..." She drawled lazily. "Its been ages."
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Sooooo...let me know what you think? Obviously this is a bit A/U considering the therapist died on the show, buuuuut I thought this was too interesting not to persue so i think Ill change shit up a bit. All that will be explained in the next chapter.(how he didnt die blah blah) Anywhoo...please enjoy and review! Thanks for all the support guys. yall rock! Tamela FOREVER!