Under Eric's careful guidance, and her own flair of creativity, Tara has become the youngest vampire to earn six figures a kill as an assassin. It took centuries of hard work, and dedication, but she did it.

After the Authority was blown to hell because of that dickhead Bill Compton, Tara had grown what Eric called The Hunger. It was normal in baby vamps, but after 50 years and no change, Eric realized she was one of the rare few that thrived on murder alone, if need be. It explained why she was so good at taking down trained soldiers to rescue Pam, and why he had trouble holding her back when she went off the rails. After he did some research, he began to train her to control her urges. Pam helped any way she could, but she wasn't a fighter, so that mainly meant dealing with the hungry and horny mess that Tara became after sating her urges. Not that she minded.

After realizing that she would have to live with The Hunger for the rest of her life, Tara asked Eric to train her to become a mercenary. She figured, if she had to kill, at lest she could make something of it. Mercenary work faded into assassination after a few decades, and she set up a small business out of it.

Soon, everyone wanted her to take their contract, and she realized just how far her limits let her go. She drew the line at children, vampire and human alike. Pam scuffed at that, never one to hold in her distaste for children. Eric, however smiled proudly when she announced it, knowing he taught her right, as his granddaughter, and as a fellow warrior.

Her contractors and anyone that knew of her feared her, and dubbed her 'The Black Widow' because of her killing method. She seduced her victims, and as they reached the climax of their pleasure, she killed them. Pam wasn't very happy about that, and steered clear of anything involving her work. Her only request was that Tara showered before she came home, despite Tara trying to explain the fact that she never actually touched her victims. She injected them with a drug that was a mixture of E, V, and several other hormone based drugs. The result overloaded the victim with pleasure and made them vulnerable. Pam ignored that, and usually took out her jealousy on Tara in the bedroom, constantly showing her what she had waiting at home so she would never stray. Few actually knew who she really was, she was careful about that, not wanting her family to get hurt because of her line of work.

"Can I kill him," Tara asked, tilting her head innocently to the side.

"Contrary to what you believe, killing people doesn't always solve a problem," Eric smirked, shaking his head at her.

"I'm just sayin'...it's an option," Tara mumbled, shrugging as she twirled her silver tipped dagger.

"I am aware," Eric laughed.

"It's not like the fucker will be missed," Tara grumbled, stabbing the sharp end of her knife into his desk.

"Pam, calm your progeny," Eric sighed,"I just fixed this desk!"

"Tara," Pam warned, though her eyes glinted lustfully.

"I would say get a room, but I'm sure you would take that as an invitation," Eric rolled his eyes, sliding a black and red folder towards Tara.

"Another one? I just got home," Tara grumbled, snatching the folder.

"I have a feeling you're going to like this one," Eric said knowingly.

Tara sighed, before skimming over the pages,"...fuckin' a," she said absently.

"What?"

"Looks like it's time for a family reunion," Tara grinned devilishly.

"Alright, someone tell me what the fuck is goin' on," Pam snapped irritably.

"It would seem Collin has stirred up some trouble, again," Tara revealed, snatching the folder from Pam's reaching hands.

"Damnit, give me that folder Tara," Pam growled.

"You know the rules Pam," Tara chided, smirking smugly.

"Fuck the rules," Pam huffed.

"I can't do that, after all, they are your rules," Tara teased.

"As your maker I-"

"Pam!" Eric scolded, looking at her in disapproval.

"Fine! Just don't expect anything to happen later on when we go to bed, yah hear," Pam snapped, glaring at Tara.

"Well, I will be seeing Collin in a little while, and I know how much you like to keep it in the family," Tara smirked, gesturing to Eric.

"Tara, that's enough," Eric said firmly, holding on to Pam's arms as she lunged forward.

"Fine," Tara shrugged, sitting back in her chair.

"Sit," Eric commanded, forcing Pam into her chair.

"Whatever," Pam growled, clenching her jaw.

"Now, come on Tara, we have a hit to plan," Eric demanded, moving towards the door with Tara hot on his heels.

"I want to go," Pam called, causing then both to stop and look at her.

"What?"

"I said, I want to go. It's my right as his maker," Pam said smugly.

"Only in name. You released him, remember," Tara reminded, frowning.

"I do, but I am also your maker, and he nearly got you killed. I deserve to be there when he dies," Pam reminded, scowling.

Tara shared a look with Eric, before grunting in annoyance,"fine."

Pam smirked, leaning back in her chair with a content sigh. Tara rolled her eyes, before pushing a button near the door. The back wall slid back and a new wall rose in its place, covered with weapons and armor. Tara walked over and opened a small drawer near the left side. She pulled out three small vials, one green, one red, and one silver. Pulling out her dagger again, she used a small rag to coat it in the silver liquid.

"You're going to reveal yourself to him," Eric realized, watching her movements.

"I want him to know who ends his life," Tara said, her strong arms flexing as she moved.

"This ought to be interesting," Pam mused, looking at her maker.

"Indeed," he agreed, knowing her words to be true.