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.