I thought about this today, just wanted to share it before the new season of true blood premieres I CANT WAIT!... It's only going to be a couple chapters.
This is a different take on the couple, Tara was still killed by Debbie Pelt and turned by Pam, but the authority rescue and all that junk never happened. They are living their lives, in all sense on the word "normally"... kinda... Enjoy
Pamela Swynford De Beaufort is what one would say, the definition of beauty in its purist form. Golden locks of thick hair cascade down her back, ivory skin and eyes of sapphire blue. Pamela Swynford De Beaufort was a goddess, putting Aphrodite herself to shame. But Pamela was also a force to reckon with, her silver tongue harsh and unforgiving, and an icy cold stare that would make your very own soul quiver. A few months back Pam was coerced into turning Tara into vampire, not by force, but by a promise that Sookie and her "super snatch" would fix the relationship between Pam and her maker Eric. Pam had tried blowing up the Moon Goddess Emporium with a bazooka and Sookie still inside. Unbeknownst to Pam she wasn't in need of Sookie's help. Things would mend on their own, but in the end with her mended relationship with Eric, Pam was stuck with Tara as her progeny. In the beginning Pam wasn't much of a maker to Tara. Pam still held a grudge against Tara and her cousin for the little fiasco with the witches and them fucking with her face. Pam often yelled and scream at Tara, showering her no direction, often putting her down and putting her up against the wall by her throat. But as time went on Pam saw a different side to Tara. She would she was very intelligent and fast learner and loyal beyond apprehension. Pam also noticed that Tara was extremely beautiful. Pam slowly and with out warning started to have feelings toward the young vampire, and this is how their journey of love begins.
Pam sat at her throne like a statue would stand at a museum, brumal, placid and emotionless. She watched as the vampires and the fang-bangers mingled. She watched Tara work behind the bar, serving the drinks to her patrons. Typically this is how their nights went. Pam watching the patrons and Tara serving them, but tonight was different something in the atmosphere changed and it changed when a dark hair female walked into the bar wear a little black Prada dress that clung to her hips for dear life. She stood about 5'8" she had legs that went for miles, brown hair that laid perfectly on her shoulders, emerald green eyes and pouty, full lips. Pam's eyes immediately locked on the lithe frame of the female vampire that ventured into her bar. She watched as she slowly and gracefully made her way to the bar and take a seat on a stool. Tara started to walk toward the dark haired beauty.
Clearing her throat the vampire spoke "Hello darlin" her accent was heavy with a southern twang
When the smooth southern rasp of the her voice rang through the young vampires ear's, Tara's body froze, it was like she was bound from head to toe by invisible silver chains.
The vampire smirked at the sudden change in demeanor and intertwined her fingers on top of the bar and spoke again.
"Can I order a drank"? she questioned a still dumbstruck Tara.
Tara cleared her mind of inappropriate thoughts "You can have any thang you want" she answered resting her palms on the bar, helping to steady her knocking knees.
The vampire only smirked "The night's still young darlin' lets start off with a AB- with a splash of O+"
Pam watched the interaction between her progeny and the unknown vampire and felt a pang of jealousy. She accidentally let it slip through the bond Tara and her shared, because Tara looked up from her conversation and gave Pam a mischievous grin.
"So" Tara drug out the word "You from around these parts"?
"Actually no" the vampire began "I'm from Alabama, I'm in Louisiana on business, I was recommended this bar by a friend"
"Ah, you friend has wonderful taste, The names Tara by the way"
The vampire eyed the flirtatious women before her and stuck out her hand "Amelia, it's a pleasure to meet you Tara"
Tara grabbed her hand and delicately brushed a feathery kiss on her knuckles. "No, sweetheart, the pleasure is mine".
Seeing Tara's chivalrous act ignited a fire within Pam that threatened to burn out of control. She gripped the arms of her chair so hard, the wood protested with an undeniable scream. But she didn't move from the throne, and she didn't let anymore emotions trickle through the bond, instead she zoned in closer to the conversation between the two vampires.
"Aren't you the charmer" Amelia spoke softly
Tara gave Amelia a coy look and sat her drink in front of her. "How long you in town for"
"This would be my last night on the town I am afraid, after I go to ground, and rise tomorrow night, I must return to Alabama"
"That's a shame" Tara blurted out
"Oh really, why's that"? Amelia asks
Tara froze, she hadn't meant to be so blunt. She flashed the beauty and nervous smile and answered "You've not gotten to see what Louisiana has to offer yet."
"Oh"? Amelia took a sip from her drink "You wouldn't be willing to show me the sites and sounds would you"?
Before thinking Tara spoke "I'd be more than happy to show you the sites and " and emphasizing the words "sounds" Tara gave Amelia's body a lustful look.
Amelia watched as she was being licked and tasted by Tara's eyes. She chuckled softly to herself and leaned in closer to whisper " I hope you're not spoken for"
Before Tara's could speak Pam was by her side in an instant "She is" Pam sneered through her clamped shut teeth.
Tara jumped at the close proximity of Pam. "What the fuck"
Pam only shot Tara a deathly stare and turned her attention back to Amelia "I think it's time you left"
Amelia eyes Pam "Well who the fuck are you"
Pam quirked her brow " The owner of this bar, and this one's" pointing toward Tara "maker"
"Pam" Tara started "We were just talking"
Turning her attention back to Tara "I know what the fuck you were doing, you were flapping that jaw and not tending my bar"
"But" Tara started, but before she could finish the sentence Pam cut her off "But, nothing Tara"
Tara shuts her mouth she knows better than to argue. Pam will only go As your maker on her. Pam's mind is on one set path and that's to consume and destroy. Pam turns her attention back to Amelia who is now standing and jotting something on a napkin. She hands it to Tara, who quickly snatches it and stuffs it in her pant pocket before Pam has time to react. "That's for when you're not tied down by mommy dearest here" Eyeing Pam's frame one more time, Amelia turns on her heels and walks out of the bar.
Pam squints her eyes toward the entrance of the bar and screams "Ginger, get your ass in here"!
Ginger comes running out of the stock room "Yes, Pam"
"Would you be a dear and take over the bar for a moment, Tara and I need to have a little chat"
Ginger gives Tara and look of sympathy and nods.
"Great" Sarcasm spills from Pam's mouth like a waterfall. She grabs Tara by the wrist and vamp speeds them into the office.
Ugh, it's one in the morning and I haven't the energy to write the rest. Hopefully I will get the next chapter up in a couple days. Reviews are appreciated.