A/N: Pam struggles with the loss of Tara.

A requested chapter from Swuve…thank you for suggesting this one.

Song: Here Without You By 3 Doors Down

A hundred days have made me older

Since the last time that I saw your pretty face

A thousand lies have made me colder

And I don't think I can look at this the same...

With her backside to him, the sounds of her weeping echoed coldly in the dark basement of Fangtasia. Eric deliberately approached his progeny, her sadness apparent, depriving him of all consternation, pulling him to her.

"Pamela."

She didn't glance up, intently gazing at Tara's empty coffin, lamenting its absence, the sadness overwhelmed her entire body, her dead heart feels animated again, making her feel weak and tired. And yet she couldn't sleep because the sadness was in her dreams too. It was a sadness she could not escape.

"It's your fault she's dead." She slurred, each word a staccato as she crossed her arms defensively.

"Faults are like headlights on a car, you can only see the other persons," Eric replied, standing closely behind her, placing comforting hands on her shoulders.

"And what the fuck is that load of shit supposed to mean?" She swore darkly, shrugging her shoulders.

"It means I did not summon you. You should not have come to me."

"You shouldn't have left me, I needed you…just like she needed me…I thought…" she let her eyes roam over the surrounding area, her tears of blood-stained her pale cheeks as they streamed down her face. "I thought she could fend for herself, she was always so independent."

"Even if you had stayed, you could not have stopped her from returning to Bon Temps. She would have gone into battle against your will. Fought vampires much stronger than her if faced with such an opponent, she would not have backed down. Tara Thornton met her true death fighting gloriously, protecting her township, her family, and her comrades. From what I knew about her she would not have had it any other way. She was a brave and honorable warrior and I am proud to be her grand-sire."

Pam nodded solemnly. "That she was..." It felt good to hear his acknowledgment of her progeny.

She quickly recalled the time Tara was about to rip Jessica Hamby apart for interrupting her meal, this made her smile just a little. She almost chuckled thinking about the time Tara chopped off Elijah's head with Eric's old Viking sword for attempting to shake the business down for money.

"...Tara was born a fighter, it was already in her human blood and mixed with our bloodline…"

Pam was suddenly struck with emotion, unable to finish her thoughts as blood tears fell earnestly from her eyes and she began to weep; Eric wrapped his arms around his progeny and her body stiffened, she kept her arms tightly crossed.

"Yes, she was a fine vampire." He recalled the time he pulled the UV bullet from her abdomen. In his many years, he has never known a creature as resilient as his grand-progeny.

"I said a lot of hurtful things to her. I told her that she could never replace you. I could feel how my words ripped through her, yet I refused to take them back."

Eric frowned deeply...considering. "You told her the truth."

"I supposed...Yet, she never stopped loving me, she never stopped searching for my heart for my humanity…Before I left her, she told me the truth, she told me that I'm a shitty maker."

Eric could hear the pain in her voice. "In time, the pain of your loss shall fade..."

"Speak- for- your-damn-self," she scoffed, "You had centuries with Godric, decades with Nora. And you got to say goodbye to both of them. You don't have to suffer knowing you will never be able to tell them how much they meant to you… how much you did love them..." Her voice trailed off as she glared into a faraway place.

"We are vampires Pamela. We are incapable of…"

"Bullshit..!" She cut him off in mid-sentence "…I loved her. I loved her like I always wanted you to love me. But my cold-dead heart wouldn't allow what I was feeling... And now she will never know."

He paused for a moment and then cleared his throat. "Come, my child," he said before making haste up the stairs.

Pam let out a deep exasperating sigh and reluctantly followed. Eric led her to the roof of Fangtasia. He smiled faintly and beckoned her over.

"Look over there…"

She shifted her gaze to match his; he was facing north and looking up at the sky which was filled with bright dancing lights. Pamela was struck speechless. It had been decades since she'd seen the Northern lights. When she lived in Norway, Denmark, and Sweden during certain times of the year the aurora was expected. To have this happen in the middle of May in Louisiana was downright unusual.

"Godric asked that I bring you here." He said, moving so he was standing behind her again, engulfing her in his arms. This time her body went lax and she responded to his embrace by placing her hand on his forearm.

"I-I don't understand." She muttered while unblinkingly gazing at the dancing shades of red, yellow, green, blue, and violet streams. The illuminated arcs and rippled curtains or shooting rays lit up the night sky with a mystic glow.

"I've seen Godric on many occasions, in visions and dreams. However, tonight I saw them all. Godric, Nora, and Tara are all together, and when we meet our true death our family shall be reunited. We will all become eternal lights in the night sky." He whispered, his eyes were red and rimmed.

Her head turned as much as she could and she smiled "So you do have a fraction of humanity left in you."

"I've held on to the preceding fragment for you my child, for you and our beloved family."

And finally, she turned to him and embraced him, her eyes drifted shut and he kissed her forehead.

When she opened her eyes she saw her. Tara appeared like a radiant goddess in a long flowing white dress, her wavy raven hair cascading down to her shoulders, her lovely obsidian eyes warm, bright, and inviting.

"I love you, Tara." Pamela cried. Tara smiled at her maker and suddenly Pam felt a current of emotions stream into her. She immediately recognized it as her bonded, her child, her lover, her friend. Tara was willing her serenity into her Sire, commanding that she find peace and let her go.

And now, Pamela finally will be able to.