**Will continue with my multi-chapter fic now, but felt really inspired to write this. Realize it's not for everyone, but if you like it, please please comment, because that's the impetus that gets me to write more :P **
Tara sat inside Moon Goddess Emporium in silence. Everyone else was gone, including Marnie's dead body. The killing had been reported to the police, and the blood and mess had all been cleaned up. Tara told Sookie that she just needed a moment, and that she would catch up with her soon.
Yet here Tara sat, two hours later, trying to organize her scattered, chaotic thoughts.
Now that it was all over, she wondered what she was going to do. There was no longer any fear of necromancers here. And Eric was back to his usual state. And Sookie was safe.
But New Orleans and Naomi… her previous life seemed so far away now. It had all been a lie, but it was a comforting, safe one. Of course she missed her girlfriend, but she knew she had done the right thing.
Maybe I'm just meant to live a fucked up life, she thought. Maybe this really is where I belong.
The idea of returning to New Orleans was so readily possible again. Of being with Naomi again, of being somewhat normal… happy, even.
Then Tara remembered.
"It may be 10 minutes from now or 10 years: the moment you think you're safe, I promise I will hunt you down and fucking shred you like confetti."
There was no point in leaving. Things would be hopeless wherever the hell she went. Tara felt herself beginning to wallow in self-pity, but instead she chose anger. This one psychotic bitch was the only thing stopping her from her potential life.
"Fucking Pam," she spat out.
Tara stood up, finally realizing she wanted to get the fuck out of there. But as she started to leave-
"Did someone say my name?" an amused voice called out, the speaker out of view.
Pam then emerged as she sped inside the room, planting herself solidly in front of Tara. She looked like hell. There were traces of blood stained underneath her eyes from where she had been crying over Eric, but she was definitely in no sentimental mood at the moment.
For some reason Tara wasn't afraid. Maybe she was too emotionally drained at this point.
"You look like shit," Tara uttered plainly.
"And you're about to," Pam retorted threateningly.
"You're back to your normal, sour-faced self, ain't you?" Tara asserted. "You have no beef with me now. So why don't you just leave me the fuck alone," she said as she started to walk away.
"Now why would I want to do that?" Pam responded sardonically, blocking Tara's path.
"Cuz I've done nothing to you, bitch. So quit stalking me," Tara replied.
"Bullshit," Pam uttered dryly.
"I ain't fucking lying'! I'm not a goddamn witch. I have no fucking magical abilities whatsoever," Tara said as she gestured to her whole body. "And whatever nasty ass spell Marnie cast on you is gone. So just-" Tara tried to walk away again, but Pam once again cut her off.
"Why are you so obsessed with me?" Tara demanded.
"Don't fucking flatter yourself, Tara" Pam replied.
"No but seriously, what the hell is it with you?"
Tara had a thought, but then almost laughed at how ridiculous it was. Yet she decided to say it anyway.
"Maybe… maybe this is your own… fucked up idea of a seduction," Tara verbalized as she mentally worked this through in her head. She realized what she was saying was completely absurd, but she also knew from personal experience that in the past, she was at times harshest to the ones she wanted the most.
Tara spoke louder now. "So listen, cuz what I'm thinking- I mean, this is how I figure-"
Pam sped towards Tara and shoved her against the wall. "How about you shut the fuck up?"
Tara didn't know if this reaction meant her hypothesis was correct, but she started to run with it, even just to continue to infuriate the vampire.
"Is this turning you on right now? Touching me like this?" Tara asked, raising her eyebrows sassily. "Would it help if I was protesting?" Tara's voice raised and she started pouting like a little girl. "Oh please Pam, please let me go! I'll do anything!"
Pam slapped her hand against Tara's mouth, silencing her.
"You're really starting to piss me off," she growled.
Tara shoved her hand aside. "Nah, I don't think you're pissed off. But I do think you're jealous. I mean you did try and kill my innocent girlfriend, didn't you? My tongue in her mouth as you watched on, eyelids sagging down your ugly fuckin' face." Tara looked Pam right in the eyes. "Just say it... You want me." Tara moved to whisper into Pam's ear. "You're just too pussy to admit it."
Pam let out a guttural scream. She pulled Tara off the wall, turning her 180 degrees and pushing her hard. Tara flew halfway across the room, landing on the floor with a thud. A sharp flash of pain ran through her spine, but she tried her hardest to mask the hurt.
"You have got to be the most delusional, over-confident cunt I have ever met," Pam spat out as she marched towards Tara.
The wind was knocked out of Tara, but she managed to breathe out some words as she winced.
"If you… hate me that much… why don't you… just… fucking kill me? Seems like… you want to… keep me around," Tara got out, struggling as she started to sit up.
Pam vamp sped towards her and shoved her down to the ground again, straddling her and pinning her hands above her head. Tara couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Oh, because that wouldn't be any fun, now would it? I want to make this last as long as possible," Pam drawled.
Tara regained control of some of her breathing. "So this is your favorite position, seems like, yeah?" she mocked, recalling her near-death experience with the vampire at the cemetery. She knew Bill had forbidden Pam to kill her, but in this moment, Pam seemed so enraged that she didn't seem to care.
Tara knew it was going to happen any second now, that she was making it worse, but she couldn't help herself. She was getting to Pam and didn't want to stop.
"Well what are you waiting for?" Tara mouthed. "Make me beg for it."
"You insufferable cunt," Pam declared, removing her hands from Tara's and kneeling so she was now in between her legs. "Is this what you want?" she demanded, grabbing Tara by the hips as she pulled her closer and forced her legs wider apart.
Pam squeezed Tara's inner thighs so hard that she knew she was leaving bruises. She brought her face right next to Tara's and whispered, "Don't think I won't fucking do it."
Tara was now terrified, but at the same time she felt a throbbing between her legs that she desperately tried to ignore.
"Whatever, bitch. It's your fucked up fantasy," Tara retorted.
"See, that's funny," Pam said, "Because I recall this being your idea."
"You just tell yourself whatever you need to," Tara replied sarcastically.
Pam brought her knee in between Tara's legs, pressing against her clit. Tara exhaled through her nose, trying to keep her face as deadpanned as possible.
"So you don't want this…" Pam uttered, her eyebrow rising as she pressed her knee harder.
"No, you fucking freak," Tara replied, tensing her abs, trying not to squirm.
Pam moved her hands to the seam of Tara's pants, but Tara smacked Pam's chin up with the heel of her hand. The hit made Pam bite her tongue hard, and she tasted blood in her mouth as the cut healed. Tara tried to get up, but Pam shoved her shoulders down, more pissed off than ever. Tara tried to hit her again, but Pam slammed her hands to the floor, moving to hold them with one hand only as the other pulled Tara's pants and underwear down to her knees. Tara struggled underneath Pam's hold, and then lifted her head and spat at her. Pam was surprised for a moment, but then smiled. She moved her free hand to her throat where Tara's saliva landed. She wiped it slowly onto the pads of her fingers as she stared at Tara's defiant expression.
"Well now you're just asking for it," Pam said, her voice low and smooth.
Tara tried to force Pam off of her, wriggling and twisting desperately, until Pam's hand suddenly thrust unapologetically into Tara, who couldn't help but let out a whimper. To the surprise of both of them, Pam's fingers slid right in.
"My, my, what have we here?" Pam asked wickedly.
"Fuck you," Tara exhaled, but Pam started to speed up her thrusts, silencing her. Tara's chest heaved as her breathing quickened.
"Who the fuck do you think you are," Pam started, "Trying to fuck with me?" she asked unswervingly.
"I… told….you," Tara breathed out, trying to get a hold of herself as Pam's fingers curled inside of her and started thrusting up.
"I'm… not trying…" Tara moaned. "To…fuck with… Oh…" Tara's mouth fell open and her eyes fluttered shut.
Pam looked down at her. As furious as she told herself she was, the more she watched Tara writhe under her hand, the more she felt arousal start to replace her anger. She felt Tara clenching around her fingers and then, her fangs clicked.
Tara heard this and opened her eyes, which promptly widened when she saw Pam's fangs.
"Don't you fucking do it," Tara warned.
Pam snapped out of it. She removed her hand, feeling Tara's wetness as she pulled out.
"You do know I can't take your 'no' seriously anymore, right?" Pam replied tauntingly.
She moved to Tara's neck, pushing her hair to the side.
Tara flashed back to a year ago, remembering Franklin's fangs penetrating her supple skin and how fucking awful it was. No way was she going to let that happen again.
Pam was taking her time, scratching her fangs torturously over Tara's neck. As she did so, Tara reached under her tank top where a long silver necklace with a large, thick pendant lay. She tugged until it fell into her hand, and as she felt Pam preparing to sink her teeth in, Tara reached up and pressed the pendant to her throat.
Pam screamed as she felt the silver burn through her skin. Tara didn't release her hold, and Pam could feel her body losing strength. Tara pushed Pam off of her, but instead of escaping, she switched positions so that she was now on top of her.
"Get. The. Fuck. Off of me," Pam ordered throatily.
"Hard not being in control, isn't it?" Tara replied icily. "So used to being a fucking bully," Tara said, her face now an inch from Pam's.
They locked eyes. "Don't you fucking kiss me," Pam muttered in disgust, the pain from her throat still agonizing.
Tara had no intentions of doing such a ridiculous thing. But as she looked into Pam's cold, cruel eyes she suddenly felt an unexpected desire for control and power surge through her. She removed the silver from Pam's neck, dropping the pendant to the floor and bringing her hands to Pam's mouth, pulling it open.
Pam was healing and knew she was still stronger than Tara, but for some reason didn't resist.
Tara tilted her head, moving her mouth roughly over Pam's as she forced her tongue inside. It was far from romantic. Pam didn't think she was responding, yet her lips were unconsciously moving against Tara's.
What the fuck am I doing? Tara thought, almost at the verge of pulling away and getting off.
But then… something happened.
Neither of them knew who it was, but someone moaned. As their lips glided over each other, a genuine moan of pleasure escaped one of them.
All of a sudden, hands were everywhere. Pam reached up and grabbed the back of Tara's neck, pulling her in closer to deepen the kiss. Tara ran her hands over Pam's breasts, then moved them lower, this time tugging her pants down past her thighs. She ran her hand over her panties, damp with arousal.
Pam's hands moved down Tara's torso and around to grab her ass. Tara then moved her hand inside Pam's underwear, sliding two fingers inside as her thumb circled her clit. She started to move them in and out, slowly increasing the pace. Pam moaned, and Tara moved to kiss her neck while adding another finger, causing Pam to dig her nails into Tara's lower back.
Tara ran her tongue over Pam's throat, over the recently healed spot her necklace had burned into. Pam grabbed Tara's face, tilting her head until their mouths were on each other again, tongues first. Tara bit Pam's lower lip, tugging gently between her teeth. Tara then sped up her thrusts to the point that Pam broke away, crying out.
Tara pulled her fingers out, now lightly stroking her up and down, changing tempos at her whim. Pam clenched two fistfuls of Tara's shirt and pulled them towards her. She was close, and she tugged at Tara even harder as she exhaled unnecessarily.
"Fuck…" Pam breathed, her voice high and soft, completely devoid of its typical severity. She then moved a hand in between Tara's legs.
Pam's fingers rubbed circularly around Tara's clit, albeit automatically as she felt herself starting to quake. She whimpered, bringing her free hand to the nape of Tara's neck again, pulling her in close so that their foreheads were touching. They both kept moving inside the other, eyes closed, not saying a word, moans and sighs escaping their bodies. They both knew the other was close. Tara pushed her fingers inside of Pam again, who then did the same, sliding inside of Tara up to her knuckles. Pam's eyes squeezed shut and her brow furrowed.
"Look at me," Tara ordered huskily.
All of Pam's resistance was gone. Her eyes fluttered open and gazed back at Tara.
Tara thrust her fingers harder and they both struggled to keep their eyes open as their bodies started to come. Tara was first, her hips starting to buck as hot waves of pleasure coursed through her. She groaned and then moved Pam's hand away from the hypersensitive area. Tara now placed all her focus on Pam, bringing her free hand to Pam's pelvis and pressing down, something she knew from personal experience always pushed her over the edge. It seemed to work, because Pam's fingers started to claw at the floor. Tara pressed down a little harder and moved to Pam's neck again, grazing her lower teeth against her skin and then biting hard. Pam gasped, her body shuddering as she released a string of incomprehensible sounds.
Tara watched Pam tremble and shake, waiting for it to slow. She then moved her face to hers, pressing their lips together ever so gently. After a moment, she pulled away, and they made eye contact.
All of a sudden, the air grew tense. The realization of what just happened sunk in for both of them. Tara sat up all the way, looking up, around, anywhere other than at Pam. She then looked down, embarrassed to see her pants and underwear around her ankles. She pulled them up hastily.
Pam did the same. They sat in an incredibly uncomfortable silence for a moment, and then Pam stood up. She adjusted her clothes, then swept a strand of hair away from her face, clearing her throat.
"So I guess… I'll see you around," Pam finally said.
"Yeah," Tara replied softly, staring at her hands.
Pam started to walk away. But then she stopped and swallowed, as if deliberating.
"And Tara…" she murmured, her back still turned.
Tara looked up. "Yeah?"
"I'm… sorry," Pam said, her jaw clenching, thankful she actually got the words out.
Tara looked down at the floor, silent. She nodded. Pam couldn't see her, but she sensed it nevertheless.
And with that, she was gone.