Post Season Five Finale
Main Pairing: Pam & Tara (Tamela)
Rating: M for later chapters
Chapter One: Slumber Parties
"You do realize we can't stay here, right?" Pam's voice drawled as she emerged from the hallway, wearing a new outfit. One that wasn't covered in the blood of the many vampire guards that met their true death at the hands of Tara and Jason with their wooden bullets. It was a pink jump suit, one that Eric had purchased for her decades ago.
"What'chu mean?" Tara inquired as she heated up an O Negative TruBlood in the microwave behind the bar counter.
"Yeah, I thought you missed Fangtasia?" Jessica added curiously, looking up from the surface of the bar top.
"I do miss Fangtasia, but I don't know where Eric is..." Pam tried not to show the vexation in her expression, "I can't feel him. And we're sittin' ducks here if The Authority is lookin' for us."
"Alright, well.." Jason permeated as he stood near the entrance of the bar, "it's been fun but, I'm gonna head on out," he took an uncomfortable glimpse in Jessica's direction, "good luck." With that, he left his gun and wooden bullets on a tabletop since they needed it more than him now. He took one last glance at the redhead before he turned and left the bar.
"Jason..." Jessica pronounced weakly, but Jason was gone, and she disputed away the blood red tears that threatened to plummet from her penetrating blue eyes.
"Let 'em go, girl. He ain't worth y'er time.. trust me," Tara spoke wisely, placing the warmed TruBlood in front of her new friend.
"That's easy for you to say," she responded bitterly, looking between the progeny and her maker, "you've got Pam, and Pam's got you and.. I've got a bat shit crazy maker and the guy I love all of a sudden has this vendetta against vampires. Maybe I shouldn't 'a bit him.."
Pam rolled her eyes, impatiently crossing her arms over her chest, "I hate to interrupt this festival of feelings, but we have angry vampires who, need I remind you, are centuries older than us wantin' to have our heads."
"Where do you expect us ta' go?" Tara bit back at her maker, meagerly estranged that she never got a 'thank you' for saving her ass. The kiss was pleasant, okay - it was a lot more than pleasant, but she was relying upon a little mild gentleness and a whole lot of passionate intimacy, not just the same bitch from before the kiss. Was she really expecting to change Pam?
Before Pam had the chance to reciprocate, the door to Fangtasia abruptly opened and all three vampires let their fangs drop in accordance, hissing at the intruder.
A shriek was released from the blonde woman as her hand instantaneously clutched at her chest, a look of contentment filling her expression in the next instant. Ginger. "Oh, thank God! I was hopin' you'd be here! What happened?" The fangbanger asked as she caught her breath, approaching the jump suit wearing vampire.
"Ginger!" Pam receded her fangs, actually alleviated to see the peeving breather. That's when she got a notion, and it was evident in her expression, "We need to borrow your house."
"My.. my house?" Ginger stammered, brows wrinkling in perplexity.
"Yes," Pam confirmed with a nod, approaching the skittish human, "we've seemed to have gotten ourselves into a bit of a pickle, and we need you to let us hide out at your place for a little while."
"Oh, okay.. um.. what about Fangtasia?" Ginger questioned in an apprehensive tone.
"Keep it closed until I say otherwise," the vampire drawled out her response, "come on, girls, go get your coffins and load 'em up into Ginger's truck," she turned to face the younger vampires.
Suddenly, Jessica became excited and bounced up from the barstool with a radiating grin, "Oh, this is gonna be so much fun! I've never had a slumber party before!"
In a split second, the accelerated redhead slid down the hall on her heart-covered socks. Tara looked from the hallway to her maker, cocking her head to the side, "There's somethin' wrong with that girl."
"She's your friend," Pam responded, "now hurry up. It'll be dawn soon."
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