A/N: Here is another one-shot centered around True Blood's finest - Pam/Tara. This does not fall in line with 'Powerlessness', merely the result of boredom at work. Enjoy!
"She lied you know," the raven haired vampire murmured as she laid a long-stemmed red rose on the raised tomb. She placed an ebony hand on the cool stone and closed her eyes as a single blood tear rolled down her cheek. "I still ain't forgot you yet La." Rising to her feet in one smooth motion, Tara turned away from her cousin's grave and her red rimmed obsidian eyes sought those of cerulean blue. Her Maker uttered no words, merely held her arms out in a silent call that Tara was helpless to answer. The moment Pam's arms snaked around her, enveloping her in their embrace, she crumbled, releasing the flood of blood that sheer will alone had bottled behind her eyes. And Pam held her through the onslaught, patiently waiting for it to subside.
"It still hurts," she murmured through her tears, her body quaking with sobs, "Even after all this time it hurts so much."
"Time passes differently for us than it does for humans," Pam whispered, her cool breath ghosting against Tara's ear, "What seems like an eternity to them is more like the blink of an eye for us. Years pass by like minutes, decades like hours, and centuries like days. Death is the only constant, the only thing we all have to look forward to, human or vampire." The blonde drew a pale finger lovingly across her progeny's cheek, "And I think we spoke on this before."
"We have," Tara murmured heaving a sigh, painfully torn between her lingering sadness and her annoyance at appearing so weak and vulnerable even before her Maker. True, Pam had seen her at both her highest highs and her lowest lows however her pride demanded she keep her tears to a minimum.
"There's another constant," Pam said softly, feeling the tumult of emotions coursing through her Child courtesy of the bond that had hummed between them for a decade.
"What's that?"
Pam chuckled lowly as she leaned forward and nipped at an ebony earlobe, relishing in the feel of the lithe body in her arms shuddering with anticipation, instant lusty and potent arousal shooting through the bond. "My love for you," she whispered, "It will never die for it burns eternally."
"You know that tongue of yours is especially sweet when you wanna get some," Tara deadpanned though amusement danced in her onyx eyes. Pam feigned a wounded expression.
"Is that all you take me for?" she griped with a pout, "Some wanton roué just trying to get in my lover's pants?"
Tara snorted and pressed a kiss to her Maker's jaw, "You forgot dramatic."
Pam huffed in irritation and tossed her mass of flaxen waves over her shoulder. "We done here?" Her cerulean gaze roved around the dark cemetery, the raised tombs and statuesque monuments casting eerie shadows in the pale moonlight.
Tara's face dropped all pretenses of mirth as she glanced back at Lafayette's final resting place. "Yeah," she said after a moment, "Yeah we are."