Burn After Reading
Tara was still pissed. Pam, as usual, was being unreasonably crazy. The baby vampire couldn't help it that humans and vampires hit on her. Of course she'd always turn them down, in her eyes no one compared to her maker. She was elegant, classy, and a god damned phenom in bed, but she has a nasty possessive streak that reared its ugly head the night before.
The argument was horrible. Accusations flew like g6's, then the insults came. Tara knew she didn't mean any of it, but it still hurt.
When she awoke the next night she found a piece of paper with the words ' burn after reading' written on it. It read..
I long for you
the warmth of your smile
the gentle caress of your touch
my heart racing for miles
from a lingering brush
say that you'll stay
even when it gets rough
when tempers blaze
and life is too much
promise
promise you're mine
and that is enough
"Burn after reading my ass", Tara giggled, hiding the poem in the fabric seam of her purple coffin.
Tara sped outside, inhaling the air to catch her maker's scent.
"Gotcha bitch!", Tara smiled, quoting 'the funniest muthafucka living'.
Within seconds she was gone. If Pam thought she could be this sweet and hide out she was sadly mistaken.
