A/N: So I decided to do another Tamela one-shot. I swear I can't stay away from these too for too long lol. Not sure if I'm goin to extend this or not. Decided to do something different though. I usually choose my fic title from songs, and after I had finish this I realized I didn't have a title for it -_-. So I had to google some. Almost chose, "Jessie's Girl"(Pam's Girl) by "I Love Your Girl" by The Dream, and "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne, but decided to with "Mr. Brightside" by The Killers. Just sounds like a better title. Anyways, this take place about four years after Billith as things try to get back to normal. Hope you all enjoy :D...
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. If I did, I'd summon Tara to feel up on her arms and Pam to purr in my ear. At The SAME. DAMN. TIME...
The bass of the music filled the empty room. Her deep blue eyes watched the two baby vamps as she peaks from around the corner, making sure not be seen. Both just woke up from their sleep with excitement, filled with heightend energy, preparing for the big night. Still wearing their sleepwear, the adorable redhead wore her silk green top and matching shorts, revealing her long pale legs, while the cocoa beauty was wearing a white tank top, showing off her well toned arms and a pair of gray sweatpants. Tara's current choice of clothing and fabric would have made her shiver with disgust, enjoying much finer garments, but since she saw her in them the first time four years ago, she began to change her thoughts on the matter.
Her gaze continued to be fixed on younger vampire as she now danced with her adopted BVS. They were now performing on same pole together, touching, thrusting and gyrating to the rhythm of the music, both equally playfull and seductive, although their styles slightly differ. Jessica was had a more playfullness, but she had a fire blazing inside her like the red of her hair. Tara, on the other hand, was more dominate, agressive. Seducing. It looked like some fantasy baby vamp slumber party and it made her fangs click.
"Khá đẹp, phải không?" a playful voice whispers in her ear from behind.
Startled, she quickly cuts her eyes, embarrassed that she had been caught staring at the dark beauty. "Những gì bạn muốn, anh trai?" She was glad for his usuage of Vietnamese, knowing the others didn't speak the language. But they knew the music was too loud for them to be overheard, so they continued on without.
"You're starting to slip. My progeny, she's very attached, in more ways than one. And certainly doesn't like it when people try play with her things. One sign of how deep your infatuation has become gets revealed to her about my precious grandchild, she'll declare war on you and I doubt I'll be able to stop her this time." She turns around and looks up at the tall blonde Viking, taking note of his seriousnes. "You know what happend last time and I don't want your affections to disrupt the essence of our family."
She clenches her jaw with a roll of her eyes. She hated when he spoke to her like a child. She knew she had made mistakes in the past, but she felt she had more than made up for them. He was only five hundred years older than her and he certainly wasn't their father. "Must you to take every little thing and make it grander than what it truely is? It's just a simple attraction, at most. Besides, she's a baby for christ sakes. That may be suitable for some," She didn't bother to hide the displeasure in her voice concerning her dear frenemy, "but that's well far below than I'd ever allow myself to go."
"What the hell are you two doin'?" an annoyed drawl cuts through everything, bring everyone's attention to it.
For a moment, she thought she was busted, until she realizes the question wasn't directed towards her.
Tara grabs a remote and pauses the music, still smiling with good energy. "Relax, we're just rehearsing for tonight."
Pam walks toward the two friends, beautiful, but clearly frustrated. "You're not performing tonight, Tara. I want you bartending."
Tara jumps off the platform wide-eyed. "What? Why? It's the Grand Re-Opening, and I'm the best dancer you got."
Pam places a hand on her hip to show she wasn't going to budge on it. "And? I want Jessica to make her debut, solo. You two can do your playhouse fantasy another night. Now get ready, there's still of shit that needs tending to."
Jessica rolls her at Pam, something she's been doing a lot more lately. With everything she's gone through the past four years, she's realizing that there's more things to fear than the Wrath of Pam. She climbs down from the platform and goes into the back to get ready.
Tara watches her friend leave before turning back to her Maker, confused. "Why'd you do that? I promised I'd be with her for her debut on stage."
"Musn't make promises you can't keep, darlin'." She recieves a glare. Pam sighs at the coldness she feels through their bond. She really wasn't in the mood for her pissed off progeny. Not with everything on her plate at the moment. "Listen Tara, I would let you join her tonight, but one of my dickhead employees decided to bail on me and I need a vampire bartending tonight because this place is going to be filled. I need you tonight, please?"
Tara gave in at the reasoning and the softness of her lover's pleas. She knew Pam was stress with the reopening of Fangtasia. It had been none stop hectic since they decided to go through with it. "It's fine. I'll do it."
As she walks off with slight slumped shoulders, an arm grabs hold of her toned bicep. She turns to see Pam looking her with an in apology in her eyes. She leans into to her young lover, giving her a tender, slow kiss.
"Thank you." The older vampire softly speaks, her forehead against her love's, holding onto the moment.
A smile forms on the younger vampire's lips, knowing she meant it. She gives her a more heated, passionate kiss in return, stroking her face beore pulling away. "You owe me."
Pam chuckles, knowing exactly how Tara wanted her to pay her debt. "Can't wait."
Back in the corner, she watches on, her unbeating heart filling with jealously. She knew she shouldn't have watch, but she couldn't help it. She wanted that moment or herself. She wanted to feel those lips again.
Eric whispers back into her ear. "Chọn các cuộc chiến tranh của bạn một cách khôn ngoan, chị em." With that, he leaves her to watch alone as she watches Tara finally walk out room.
She didn't want this, but Nora had the feelingwhether she liked it or not, this war was going to choose her.
Google Translate-Vietnamese
"Khá đẹp, phải không?" - "Quite the beauty, isn't she?"
"Những gì bạn muốn, anh trai?" - "What do you want, brother?"
"Chọn các cuộc chiến tranh của bạn một cách khôn ngoan, chị em." - "Choose your wars wisely, sister."
A/N: So I originally wanted to do this but in a different senario. I might do still something similar as prequel one-shot or something. I'm still not sure i I'm going to keep this a one-shot or extend it. But anyways, hopefully the wasn't any typos and hope you all enjoyed this...
