The night air was cold and the sky had already taken to its gloomy form. Pamela Swynford De Beaufort trudged down the path to no – where kicking stones as she walked. "Fuck him" she spat wiping the at the tracks of blood tears that were still traced on their face. It was then the sound of a pained cry met her ears and the stench of blood hit her nose, it smelt similar to Sookie's.

"What if it was Sookie, Eric would kill me if I left her there." She thought and in a flash she was before the victim, but it was not Sookie. It was a handsome young man, late twenties about six foot three in height and shaggy dark brown hair. He looked hurt curled in on him; his eyes were open in shock, it was then Pam felt compassion jerk her unbeaten heart. She reached her hand out and tapped him on the shoulder, "are you ok?" she asked careful not to show any emotion, the man simply groined out and she was then met with twin green emeralds, something about the way this man carried himself reminded her of her maker Eric and she let out an audible gasp at how captivating looking into this one man's universes could be. "I was attacked by a vampire" he stuttered, trying to sit up clutching his leg wound, but failing miserably. Meanwhile Pam was battling mentally with whether to give him some blood or not, "what can I do?" she asked feeling awkward for even bothering, he didn't say anything, clearing her throat she repeated her question 'what can I do?' … 'you can fuck off' he said rolling over on his back making his strong ass Texan accent known, Pam thought back a growl and walked closer to him bending into a squatting position; her fangs interjected at his sent 'Fuck' he spat undulating up into a standing fighting stance 'woe are you a faerie' Pam said gazing at him starry eyed and lost in the lust for his blood 'back off fanger you aint sinking your teeth into this meat suit' he said with an amazing amount of guts. Pam put up her hands in a surrendering gesture and saw all his muscles untense and relax, the cold woman edged towards him choppers still on show ' What's your name?' She said seeing the spell of glamouring take over his features, 'S-Samuel' muttered they young man stood before her,

'What are you Samuel?' Pam said continuing with her interrogation 'I-Im a Hunter' …. Great this is just great a new progeny Pam thought only male. 'I think Tara could use a brother' Pam said with a smug leer playing at her features 'wouldn't that be nice, Sammy?' …. 'Yes' Samuel replied quietly still relished in a supernatural daze…

The wind tussled through her hair as she waited for her second progeny to rise from his untimely demise, what had she done, she had already made one progeny now she had made another one on the same fucking night "fuck" she thought feeling guilt wash over her but at the same time she felt relieved to have another male companion in her life who could hopefully feel the gaping hole her maker had left. Pam was strung out of her thoughts when she heard the sound of dry coughing and heaving, he had finally up surged from his deep slumber, the cold woman smirked and rose to her feet batting away the mud that came flying at her.

Pam's new progeny stood glaring at her 'the hell…' Sam said trailing off to suck in unneeded air, his gaze at her soon changed to look up at the sky 'you're still here' he said with a cocky grin ' I never left' Pam shot back with a hint of flirtation in her vocals; Sam rose his eyebrows but then suddenly frowned 'but how… You bitch' he shouted 'You lying bitch!'… 'As you're maker I command you to calm the fuck down' Pam spat still smiling, he instantly calmed down, The female circled him like a hawk stalking its prey 'hmmm' she breathed out 'not bad'… her new progeny remained silent a grimace still furrowing his brows 'guess you really are a Halfling now aint you' Pam prodded 'whatever… you know it's getting late so I need to get back home.'… 'Wait' she said sharply; he stopped the muscles in his back tensing in frustration; then he turned to face her she was his new and proud maker, "you haven't fed" she laughed ' how do you plan on surviving', it was then she was met with the blue flames again and he was tower over him like a hot giant. "Where will we go?" he asked in all seriousness, "come with me" she grinned dashing away the sudden epiphany she just had.

Fangtasia was packed with fang bangers, they all eyed Sam and her with wanting eyes. "Take one and just rip their fucking throat out" She said, Pam waited for her progeny to take his pick, he picked a breasty blonde in short shorts and a plaid top, She couldn't help but grin at his choice since there taste in women were similar. Pam watched Sam led the blonde to one of the club bathrooms and Pam felt a twinge of jealousy tug at her.

Samuel had been in the bathroom long enough so Pam decided to check up on him, when she entered the bathroom her senses followed the exact spot where he had dumped the blondes corpse, the unnamed girls hair covered her face her eyes frozen open in fear; for the first time in one hundred years Pam actually shuddered, her progeny stood over the blondes bloody body and detracted his fangs with a proud smile , in that moment he resembled Eric so much that she gasped out loud, ' What the fuck! you were supposed to feed from her not Fucking kill her' He opened his mouth to speak but soon closed when she spoke again 'for Fucksake Sam, you have go, Eric's gonna fucking kill me, not to mention your sister' 'who's Eric and I have a sister?' he answered back raising his brows pam felt his curiosity jerk through their newly formed bond, 'Samuel as your maker I command you to get the fuck out'. Her progeny let out a discouraged sigh and in the blink of an eye he was gone.

Pam awoke the next day and climbed out her coffin, She triode over to Eric's resting place opened it where she was greeted by the sight of her first progeny Tara, Pam folded her arms and stared down at her thinking about Samuel and were he was, She suddenly felt Eric getting close and heard his footsteps coming down the stairs, she leaned her back against the wall "Where's Bill?" Pam asked 'he had an Erun' Eric began but stopped when Pam nodded 'sit' He said and she obeyed ' ' searching for Russell Edgington is a suicide mission, but even If bill and I do get him we'll still be facing a treason charge' 'I thought you had friends in the authority' pam cut across but then fell silent again " a friend but she can't help me anymore" Pam glowered at him for a few seconds then looked down towards the floor ' Either Russell will have our heads or the authority will' he commented Pam closed her eyes ' and there is no other option He finished, She