Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

Lost and Found

"She's there!" Stan pointed to a white house, surrounded by dense forest in the middle of several acres on Dunnivant Road in the outskirts of Bon Temps.

"If you are bullshitting me I shall gouge out your eyes with a dirty spoon," I warn him.

"She's there- I promise;" He whimpered. "I was on my way to see her when Bill and Liam caught up with me."

"You were on your way to extort money." I dropped him from about 20 feet in the air, joyfully listening to the sound of his legs break and I land on the lawn a few feet from him.

"Wait here," I smirk, watching in amusement as he writhes and bawls in pain. I knew it would take hours for his legs to heal in the state he's in.

As I approached the antebellum-style house, faint traces of Tara's pleasant scent permeated the air and I knew Stan was telling the truth. I kick open the dense door, watching the wood shatter and split from its hinges, I am forced to stand at the threshold, frustrated because I'm unable to step inside. This house belongs to a human.

"Tara," I call out as loud as I can. "Tara if you can hear me, invite me in!" I wait, peering inside for any traces of movement or sound, moments pass, but it feels like an eternity.

"I will burn this house to the ground! If you do not release Tara! You have 30 seconds to choose..."

In seconds the sound of footsteps patter down the hall, two people are approaching, I see a door in the distance slowly creek open and to my bewilderment, Tara and Holly slowly emerge from behind the closed door. I step back in astonishment; I thought this was the place Stan was holding her hostage; I am utterly confused, desperately searching her doll face for answers, but her expression is laced with evasive, despondency. We all just stand there, glaring impassively at one another. I wish I could read her as well as I read others, she hides her emotions better than any vampire.

"Invite him in Tara." Holly implores, finally breaking the deafening silence. "He needs to know." She says with a caring, yet stern voice.

"No!" Tara snaps defiantly, "I-I can't, he can't..." she said lowering her eyes in defeat and then she began to weep earnestly.

Holly swept Tara into her arms. I looked on, yearning to be the one to comfort her; if only she'd let me. If only I knew what troubled her. What laid so heavy on her heart? My entire existence would be dedicated to making it better. Suddenly, I felt a whoosh of air pass me. I take another step back in confusion, standing next to Tara is the roaming vampire Ciree. He has that piece of shit Stan on his shoulder and places him down gently on a settee. But I don't understand, how did he enter the house without an invitation?

This house certainly belongs to a human.

"Mom, I found Stan all messed up in Holly's backyard."

I felt consumed, encircled by my own misconception. Why is Ciree, the baby vampire addressing Tara as 'mom'? I immediately noticed how the tanned-skinned vampire's presence made Tara's eyes widen, her heart pumped wildly in her chest, she was no longer able to keep her cool, and she was slowly falling apart. But why... I study the sandy-haired vamp and it hit me like a fist, he and my doll bear a striking resemblance. I don't understand how I could have missed it. I suppose I never thought it possible. I was never told by Baker that Tara had a child. But Ciree is Tara's child, no doubt about it.

"Tara, please tell him, or he's gonna kill me." Stan grunts, using his elbows to scoot off the couch and begins to shamefully grovel at Tara's feet. Ciree bends forward to pull Stan over towards a wall, allowing the crippled vampire to sit up against it. And I wondered was Stan Ciree's maker. Poor child...Why would Stan make a vampire so young only to abandon him?