A/N: This is a one shot maybe a multi chapter fic I thought up before I went to bed last night. I was just too tired to post. So here it is!
"You know, the smallest thing can change a life. In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - and when you least expect it - since we're on a course that you could have never planned, into a future you never imagined. Where will it take you? That's the journey of our lives: our search for the light." - Nicholas Sparks
Tara stares blankly out her bedroom window, watching the stars dance in the sky, looking at the moon wishing it was the sun. Wishing her life was different, thinking where the hell did it go wrong. She makes a list in her head:
Finding out Sook wasn't dead and leaving New Orleans.
Getting caught up with a fucking witch clan.
Fucking with Pam.
Fucking with Pam some more, mainly her face.
Getting my head blown off.
Being turn into a fucking Vampire.
Killing the Sheriff
Bill becoming a jacked up super vamp on speed (fucking prick, I never did like him).
Kissing Pam...
Hours before, her and Pam got into another one of their daily fights, but this one was different, usually Tara lets Pam's words go through one ear and out the other. This time was different though, something in Tara broke and she fought back.
"How long do we have to stay here" Tara asks cautiously
"Till the shit storm back home calms down" she deadpans
"Oh, you heard from Eric?"
"No" Pam deadpans again
"You reckon everyone is okay?" Tara asks
"I don't know" Pam replies starting to get irritated at Tara's questions
"You think Eric will come for us"
"Jesus Christ Tara will you stop with the 20 fucking questions I don't know anything damn!"
Tara taken aback by Pam's out burst, jumps to her feet.
"Fuck you Pam, I am just a scared as you are, and I am not a Goddamn child and you have no fucking right to talk to me that way"
Pam just starts blankly at Tara who's standing in a fighting stance with her hands baling into fists at her side. Tara rolls her eyes at Pam's motionless body and blank stare and storms out of the room.
Pam sits in the living room looking into the fire, recalling the interaction between her and Tara. A bit of guilt courses through her, followed closely by anger. How dare her talk back to me that way Pam thinks to her self. Pam sits and stews in that though for a few more moments before she jumps to her feet, to embark on a mission to find Tara and rip her a new one.
Pam finds Tara sitting in the dark, sitting on a window seal. Her left leg stretched completely out and the right bent to her chest with her right arm dangling over it. Pam crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe as she watches Tara starting out the window; she notices the moonlight shining against Tara's skin. Pam's anger softens in the moment she realizes, how beautiful Tara really is.
"I wish you could have met Sookie's gran" Tara voices softly
"Yeah, and why is that" Pam deadpans
"She was the sweetest thing that God ever put breath in" Tara looks away from the window and stares at her lap and continues to speak. "When I was little and my sorry excuse for a mother would get on a good drunk and try to beat me senseless, I would run to Adele and she would protect me." Tara wipes away a crimson tear that forms in her eye. " She clothed me, when momma burnt my clothes, she feed me, when momma would spend all of her money on booze, she bathed me when momma wouldn't let me shower" The tears were pouring more rapidly now, and Tara didn't try to wipe them away. "At night Adele would rock me to sleep in her arms, she sang to me as I drifted, in her arms I felt so loved, in her arms I finally felt at home, like I belonged on this earth" Tara was now looking back out the window, sighing she whispered only one word "safe".
Pam's arms were now uncrossed and dangling at her side. She stood in utter shock at Tara's words and the guilt over whelmed her. The anger was gone, she couldn't even remember what she was angry about. A lump was growing rapidly in her throat as she tried to suppress a choking cry bubbling upwards. She finally got enough resolve to speak.
"And how do you feel now" Pam whispers
Tara leans her head against the wall, sits there for a moment and draws and unnecessary ragged breath.
"Alone"
TBC
Well I think I will make this into a multi chapter fic. Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks so much!
