Pam stared at herself in the mirror. She looked good in white even though the color was too demure for the woman with a proclivity for dark and stimulating. Speaking of dark and stimulating, her thoughts were cold when they thought of her wife to be. She rolled her eyes at the thought throwing the garment to the chair carelessly.

"That's no way to treat lace and pearls," Godric stepped into the room in time to see her throw her gift. His eyes scanned the room and there were several boxes of shoes and clothes. It was Pamela's proverbial wet dream to be surrounded by so many tasteful garments and accessories. He could see nothing that would cause her to disrespect her wardrobe, something that she cared more about than most things.

"I want to kill something."

His hands clasped together he always looked like he was studying everyone and everything. In the early years Pam felt insecure under his scrutiny, masking with an eye roll or a frown as she diverted her attention to something else, all the while aware of him. She wasn't his shy child anymore and so when she asked him what he wanted, in the most respectful way, she almost wished she hadn't asked.

"You're unhappy with your match."

"She isn't my match. She's one of Eric's strays that happens to have powerful friends and my daddy's blessing."

The older vampire tilted his head slightly, "do you remember when I changed you?"

"It was the best day of my undead life," she smirked, "how could I forget."

"Do you remember why I changed you?"

She drew her eyes upward, "You and Eric felt like you needed a woman to shake up your dynamic duo."

"You have so much potential Pamela and yet you waste it on sarcasm."

"I'm a great damn vampire."

"Then act like it. You're family has asked you….I have asked you to make this alliance work. We have the opportunity to make an incredible ally. And you, who have the greatest opportunity of all can't even see it."

"With all due respect Godric, this is no different than a man asking," she spat, "me to pleasure him, he gets what he wants and I get fucked."

"You have lived many years Pamela. And in that time I've watched you grow stronger and more formidable, but time has made you cold and ignorant. You have not learned on your own the most important lesson. Because of that I will not pity you or release you from this arranged marriage."

"Godric," she started with less venom. She overstepped a line and her father, who rarely got angry, was showing the tell tale signs of irritation.

He interrupted her and refused to let her speak. It wasn't his way to raise his voice, but Pam knew she had crossed a line and remained silent. Her head angled downward, he didn't wish to berate her or make her do something she didn't want to. But he knew what was best for her and she would realize the prudence of the match if not for love or companionship than for basic survival.

When her maker left she pulled her jacket on intent on hunting something down and ripping it's throat violently.

"I'm not as bad you think I am."

Her jerky movement halted when she heard Tara behind her.

"You eavesdrop too," she said with exaggerated joy, "what other tricks do you know?" Since Tara's memory returned Pam realized she was a very capable and articulate woman. She would never admit it aloud she was relieved by that at least.

Tara didn't indulge her choosing to ignore the comment. She looked at the roughly handled presents frowning with displeasure. "Did I get your sizes wrong?" She picked up a pink tweed skirt, "all of them?" She couldn't have, Eric had been very helpful and sincere.

Pam rolled her eyes wonders. She studied the woman as her eyes twitched to the side as is if she heard something. Pam followed the empty space where her eyes landed briefly. "Isn't it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?"

"It isn't until a month from now."

"Can't be too careful."

The dark skinned woman smiled.

"You laugh, but I'm not sure that you're getting the big picture." She stepped towards Tara, "I'm for lack of a better adjective a bitch. Close your eyes and imagine these dead eyes staring into your soul every morning before breakfast. Do you really want to share the same bed with me," a nail trailed over Tara's skin roughly. "Do you really want to take the chance that you might not wake up?"

"There's a pool going around something about how long you'll be able to deal with this before you kill something. I've given you the benefit of the doubt and gave you two weeks. Others, who will remain nameless, don't have that much faith in you. I hate to lose. I like where you're going with this energy and I'm kinda flattered that you've pictured us in bed together. So just hold off on those thoughts for five more days."

Pam threw Tara backward until her knee sat pushing on Tara's center while the other woman's sat restrained in a high back chair.

"I don't want you."

"Has anyone ever told you anger is the gateway emotion to insight and desires? I'm sure if you look deep down the source of all this hostility isn't the worst thought in the world. "

Lafayette stood behind the chair shaking his head at his cousin, "you playing with fire."

Tara ignored him. Pam pushed harder with her knee and Tara drew her closer grabbing her by the back of her legs until she lost her balance into Tara's lap.

"Still here bitch I don't want to see this," Lafayette hummed.

"You're delusional," Pam resisted with a hand pressed against the younger vampire's chest.

"I'm practical," she took the resistant wrist causing the woman to drop closer. "We need each other," she whispered seductively. Unfortunately the combination of words ruined the spell that had Pam leaning in and the blond wrenched back and sped away without a second glance.

"Shit," Tara huffed. She leaned her head back on the back of the chair.

"Is it over yet?" Lafayette had his back turned and his eyes closed. Tara laughed at his antics.

"No thanks to you," she growled as she rose then studied shoes that were sitting neatly out of its box.

Lafayette pursed his lips looking at the organized mess. "Money can't buy you love."

"That's what you think this is?"

Lafayette shrugged standing beside his cousin, "you are lonely."

"I don't want her love, I want her to behave," she sighed resting her hands on her hips as she sucked in her bottom lip in thought.

"Her behave?" His eyes went to the open door she sped out of. "Good fucking luck. She'd rather eat you for breakfast," he started his tone changing for a deeper meaning, "than eat you for breakfast."

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Even Forrest Gump started out with a tentative jog before he got into the swing of things….there is more to come I promise.