Hey guys, back again :) Thank you again for the reviews and please keep 'em coming. So happy to see people enjoying this as much as I'm enjoying writing this.

Disclaimer: as I appeared to have forgotten to mention this, I own nothing and make no money from any of this. Just love the characters :P

When Eric rose just before sundown, he went straight to his progeny's coffin and lifted the lid, his intention, to just watch her, but when he looked in, it was empty. He zoomed up to the office to find Pam in the chair just staring blankly at the wall, blood trails from her ears and a cloth covered in blood on the desk in front of her.

He groaned, 'Pamela, you can't help her like this,' putting his hand to her cheek.

She leaned in at the touch, finding comfort in it, 'well, I couldn't sleep,' she retorted.

'Can you feel her?' he asked.

'Yes, but not strongly, she's still not awake' she croaked, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

Eric wiped it away with his thumb and kissed just under the eye it rolled from. 'We will find her and then we will kill whoever took her.' he promised.

When Tara came around she was chained to the wall in what looked like the fangtasia basement. It took a minute while the stars in her eyes disappeared for her to notice that she wasn't in fangtasia and that her head was banging as if repeatedly being hit. Her wrists still stung and her wounds wouldn't heal because of the silver cuffing her to the wall. Other than that and the wounds to her ankles where the other cuffs bound her, she could tell that her other injuries had healed through the day. She then went over what happened the night previous.

She was lying on the floor and was attacked by... JASON!

'JASON! JASON STACKHOUSE! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!' she screamed.

Someone came in through a door to her left, but it wasn't Jason.

'Shut your mouth fanger!' a deep voice came from the figure who chose to remain in the shadows. She saw his hands though, and in his left, the gleam of a knife shone.

'What exactly do you want from me?' Tara said in an almost bored tone, tryng to remain cool headed, but on the inside she panicked.

'The only thing you fangers have a use for,' he said as he stepped out of the shadows and towards her he brandished the knife and slashed at her arm. Her fangs dropped immediatley and she hissed as the blood slugged lazily from her arm. The dark haired stranger raised the knife to his lips and licked the flat end of it.

His eyes immediately dialated and he yelled 'C'MON BOYS, BLOODS FRESH!' and he held a small cup to Taras cut, as she thrashed around to try and put as much distance from herself and the cup, he held a knife to her throat. She stopped moving instantly, her blood rolled into the cup.

The door to her left was thrown open as Jason and an unknown assailant came through just as her wound closed over.

The dark haired man handed the cup to Jason, just as he lifted it to his mouth Tara spoke.

'Jason. Jason don't do this please. You saved me when I was a child. You've always been there for me. Please help me.' she pleaded. He lowered the cup as she made eye contact with Jason. She pleaded again.

He looked away. 'Jason, please, please look at me.' He turned his head back to her and when she looked into his eyes, she saw a different person. She didn't know this Jason, this was V addict Jason, and with that he lifted the cup to his lips.