Evolution
Chapter One
Pam and Tara dragged themselves across the threshold of Fangtasia. After two weeks of fighting for their very existence. The Vampires were pale, thinning and exhausted.
"Ginger!" Pam bellowed, to which there was a scream of panic and the sound of shattering glass as Ginger was startled out of her cleaning duties.
Sure, Fangtasia had been closed ever since Pam was arrested by the Authority, but Ginger was a creature of habit, and in all honestly without work, she had very little to fill her time.
"Pam, Tara!" Ginger shrieked with joy as she crunched over glass to make her way to the pair.
Pam was too tired to yell about the glass as she used what little energy she had left to focus her gaze on Ginger. The woman in question felt a shiver of dread run through her, but she was an old hand at this game, and she tried to relax as Pam took slow predatory steps towards her, her eyes gleaming with intent.
"Ginger." Pam purred. "You will be our meal for the night. You will willingly submit your blood to us. And you will not squirm or protest, is that understood?"
"Pam, why glamour her, she's usually a willing donor?" Tara enquired.
Pam turned to her Progeny and raised and irritated brow. "Can you wait thirty minutes while she calms the fuck down? Or would you rather have dinner sometime before dawn? Your choice Tara" She sneered, not waiting for a response before she recaptured Ginger's, slow wandering gaze as she took her back under.
"Is that understood Ginger?" Pam reiterated.
"Yes Pam, I understand please, drink me." Ginger turned her head presenting her throbbing jugular to the Vampire.
Tara was now standing beside Pam and her fangs clicked down.
"Ladies first. Tara, feed." Pam gestured with an elegant hand. Her Progeny barely gave a nod of thanks before she pounced on Ginger sinking her fangs into papery skin to reach her goal.
As soon as the blood pulsed into her mouth, Tara let out of a purr of satisfaction. After a few savage gulps Tar slowed her pace to savour the experience. She was careful not to let any spill, just as her Maker had taught her.
Looking down at her creation Pam felt a surge of pride at her dinning etiquette, to which Tara felt a blanket of warmth settle in her chest. In thinking of her Maker Tara pulled back and pricking a thumb with her fang rubbed the puncture wounds on Ginger's neck to seal them closed.
A quick swipe at her mouth to ensure she'd left no drop un-tasted and Tara took a step back to make room for her Maker who graciously nodded and slid forward, her eyes ablaze with thirst.
"Thanks little one, now off to bed, you need your rest." Pam turned and offered a penetrating gaze full of tender care for her Progeny. It lasted for no longer than a minute before she turned back to Ginger who had slipped back into the present but who was ethereally calm.
"It's okay, I know your hungry just drink Pam." Ginger cooed softly.
As Pam enjoyed her meal, careful to keep track of Ginger's pulse, so concentrated was she on her task that she failed to notice that Tara hadn't moved an inch.
Her Progeny watched her Maker with tender eyes as she suckled softly at Ginger's neck with a hand cradling Ginger's head as she held her in place. Her every touch screamed reverence and control and Tara felt a pit of longing to feel those hands holding her once more. But not wishing to disturb her Maker, she buried all emotion as best she could and simply observed the Vampire with silent adoration.
When Pam had finished her meal, she went to a small fridge behind the bar and got a carton of orange juice and handed it to Ginger, before she sent her on her way. When Pam turned from locking up from Fangtasia, she was surprised to still see that Tara was standing there with her adoring gaze. This unnerved Pam, but she chose not to comment and simply took her baby Vampire by the hand and led her down to the basement.
There was barely any light to be found, but that didn't matter, Pam let go of Tara's hand and blurred to her wardrobe, that laid hidden in the wall. She changed from her weeks old two piece suit that she knew would never survive another outing as she balled it up to throw into the trash. She changed into her favourite pink tracksuit, opting for comfort in the dank shelter the room provided. Tara stood on wobbly legs, and creep of dawn encroaching. Pam sighed at her Progeny's lack of movement and directed her to her coffin, but Tara held her ground.
"Please, not alone, don't make me sleep alone, I want to feel you, nothing more I promise." Tara spoke in quiet, sleepy tones.
Pam sighed, "Very well… Would you like to change? That does not look comfortable."
Tara was also still in the same clothes that she'd entered the authority with two weeks ago. What with their fighting for survival, a change of clothes had been the least of their worries, even for Pam.
Tara nodded shyly and stripped off her clothes slowly, her movements so clumsy with sleep that Pam held out an arm to steady her. When her Progeny was fully nude and available to her gaze for the first time Pam, was struck by a wave of arousal that settled in her clit. Tara was stunning, from her sculptured arms, down to her rippling torso and perfectly formed breasts, her body screamed perfection, and Pam felt that she had only now been finally awoken to it.
Whilst Tara welcomed the pangs of arousal shooting through their bond she was also incredibly tired and feeling exposed.
Pam shook herself out of her ponderings and went back to her closet, picking out pair of black sweats and a hoody she went to her progeny to help her get dressed.
Pam's every touch was an act of reverence, gentle fingers swept down Tara's torso as she lowered the hoody and Tara shivered in response before loosing her footing as she tried to climb into the sweats, almost falling to the floor.
Pam was there to catch her, she took Tara into her arms
and lifted her into her own coffin, laying her down like you would a new born, before she joined her. Laying down in front of her she wiggled back in to Tara's sleepy embrace wanting to feel her Progeny all around. She hated to admit it, but this Vampire, was coming to mean the world to her. This warrior had fought to the near true death for their survival, and once they had fully recuperated, the blonde had every intention of sharing all of herself with the young Vampire. But for now, alas they needed rest.
Tara left a sleepy kiss on the side of Pam's neck tightening her hold around Pam's neck before sleep claimed her. Pam brought Tara's palm to her lips, adorning it with a single kiss before she lowered it back to her waist and let herself succumb to heavy eyelids.
Tara awoke an hour after sunset the following night, normally Pam would have forcibly woken her Progeny at dusk, but she knew Tara was exhausted from the last couple of weeks, and in fact this had been the first decent opportunity of sleep, and so Pam had indulged her. In turn she revelled in the chance to watch her Progeny sleep, and she basked in the serenity of the moment.
As Tara's eyes cleared, she was taken aback by heavy orbs that were studying every inch of her face.
"Well that's a little creepy. Jesus Pam."
Pam was startled and made to leap out of the coffin in horror. But before she could move, the blonde found herself trapped by the tight grip of Tara's arm holding her close. Of course it wasn't so tight that she couldn't make a run for it, but it was enough for her to know that Tara wanted her there in her arms.
"Relax woman, you just made me jump that's all, I don't mind really." Tara softened her face and offered and gentle smile.
Pam lowered her head to Tara's chest as she collected her thoughts. It was all going so fast, and they hadn't even done anything yet. But these surges, these…. feelings they kept bowling her over, and it was taking a while for the Victorian Vampire to adapt.
"Just be patient with me okay?... Just be patient." Pam muttered into Tara's hoody. Tara's face blossomed into a beaming smile and she nodded against Pam's head.
They stayed like that for a while, simply holding each other close. After so much fighting, fear and pain, it felt like heaven to them.
An hour later and the Vampires were in Pam's office formulating a plan. Pam was at her desk with perfect posture watching with hungry eyes as her Progeny paced the room with restless steps.
"I have Eric's blessing to do what I like with the club, I can sell it if I want, we could get away from here…" Pam pondered aloud.
Honestly, the thought had been festering in her mind for a while now, she's loved the club but she was restless in this state and aching for a change. Pam knew there was a whole world out there if only she could convince her progeny to share it with her. They might explore it together.
"Pam, I ain't never stepped a foot out of the south, out of this country. What would we do for money? How would we survive?"
"Oh Tara," Pam offered an adoring smile as gazed upon her pacing Progeny.
"Money will never be a problem for us, you told me you saw Eric getting the money out of our stash."
Tara nodded.
"Honey, that was one stash of several." Tara's eyes bulged at the very notion, before her eyebrows furrowed.
"Then why the hell didn't you pay me for all those shifts I did for you? Sadistic bitch." She muttered.
Pam just laughed. "Why do you think? I needed to keep you close, I needed you to get to grips with the basics, no childe of mine will be spoilt brat you here?"
Tara suddenly backtracked, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, clearly embarrassed.
"No, no, I didn't mean it like that, but you know a wage would have been nice, a girl likes to feel independent." Tara's eyebrows were approaching her hairline.
Pam took a moment to centre herself, she didn't want to argue, not now, and not over money.
"Calm down Tara." Pam spoke clearly and slowly. " I just wished to convey that money is not an issue we can do whatever the fuck we like, wherever the fuck we like. And fuck all we like too." Pam finished with a salacious grin, as she made no secret of leering at her Progeny.
Tara slowed her pace and moved towards her Maker, pushing the chair back for a little room before she settled herself on Pam's lap. The blonde's hands instantly gravitated to her Progeny's backside and she gave it a few impatient squeezes as she leant forward to the point of begging for a kiss.
Tara leant back a little, momentarily overwhelmed by her Maker's longing. She held out as long as she could, trying to savour this moment of triumph. But Tara could only play these games for so long before she gave in, dipping her head close for a kiss before pulling back, she did this repeatedly and at different angles, clearly enjoying the tug of war of desire that pulsed between them, the air around them was palpable with want. Pam however, had, had enough of the dance and couldn't wait a second more as she slowly wrapped cool fingers around Tara's neck and pulled her in closing the distance between them, she brushed her lips across Tara's before pulling back and gaging her reaction.
Tara merely smiled and leant forward again brushing her lips over Pam's and groaning at the softness she encountered as she wrapped her arms tighter around the blonde wanting to feel all of her at once. As the kiss heated up Tara was bowled over by the soft little moans and grunts that came from Pam's throat. She opened her lips to trace her tongue around her Maker's plump lips making Pam moan again in response.
Tara flicked her tongue across Pam's top lip, and then her bottom before running it between them seeking the blondes, wanting it to come out and play.
The Vampire's kiss felt timeless, yet there was no rush in it, they were eager to take their time to explore, mapping out the contours and crevices of every inch of their partners in the process.
It could have been minutes. It could have been hours later when the two broke apart, stupidly breathless and giddy. Tara looked particularly smug.
"Wow, who'd have thought I would be able to take your breath away?"
Pam ducked her head in Tara's shoulder in embarrassment, and took it as an opportunity to soak up the scent of her Progeny.
"Fuck you!" Pam growled, no hint of anger in her voice.
Tara let out a throaty laugh and she held her Maker close.
"Tara," Pam sat back in her chair, keeping her Progeny firmly in her embrace.
"Easy there tiger, what are you doing to me?" Pam looked bewildered.
"You've got me feeling all giddy and human like, you've got to give me a little time to adjust okay?"
Tara nodded and settled in her Maker's embrace, resting her head in the crook of Pam's neck.
"And we're not doing this here, not like this." Pam looked with disgust around her office, it was so heavy and dark, she wanted comfort and softness for her first time with Tara, not quickie in a swivel chair… They could save that for later.
"Fangtasia's not reopening anytime soon, we need a break and we can work the rest out as we go along, what do ya say?"
"Where will we go?" Tara enquired.
"You leave that to me, Mama's going to take care of you." Pam whispered in Tara's ear to which her Progeny immediately tensed, her back suddenly rigid.
Pam sighed, understanding her mistake.
"Sorry, bad choice of words." She lifted a hand to Tara's hair fanning her fingers through fine obsidian locks.
"Remember that she isn't Tara. Not anymore." Pam closed her eyes as she peppered kisses round the shell of her ear. Tara relaxed into the touch, but didn't say a word, she simply nodded into Pam's neck.