One Shot
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Pam traced the top of her coffin with a well manicured nail. Her lips pursed as she lowered her head to the ground tapping her foot impatiently. She had been straightening up a few things in their home when she made an interesting discovery. Now she summoned her progeny to her with the intent to demand answers only Tara was taking far too long for her liking. Not even moments after the thought she heard the door open then slam shut. She heard Tara speeding around the house, but she didn't move because eventually the dark skinned vampire would make it down to where she waited. It didn't take long for her progeny to speed to the basement stopping at the entrance at the stairs.
"What's wrong?" she called from the opening inspecting the dark for danger. The upstairs was in disarray. Furniture was toppled over and their bedroom was a mess, "what the fuck happened?" her shoulders were tense for a fight but she relaxed slowly greeted by Pam's lackadaisical stance. She was still curious about the upstairs however.
Pam chuckled humorously before she faced her progeny with a stone glare that dared her to lie, "where is it?" Tara's face folded in confusion, but before she could respond Pam narrowed her eyes, "you're smarter than stupid Tara so think about what you're going to say next."
Tara didn't understand what Pam was talking about. She looked at the basement only to find the same decorator who ruined the upstairs hadn't decorated as violently.
"What's going on Pam?" Tara asked warily with a back step to match.
Pam pushed off the coffin but she didn't stalk toward her progeny. She glared at her from the corner of her eye as she circled the coffin. Standing directly behind it she pulled it open and pushing the hood in until a hideaway box appeared. She watched Tara's expression. She felt the apprehension of her progeny wafting from the beginning of the steps where she had idly retreated.
"Now are we on the same page?" her eyes were steel and cold.
Tara crossed her arms in an effort to dispel the appearance of worry. Though, no explanation immediately came to mind. She hadn't expected Pam to confront her about it much less notice it was gone. Obviously she wasn't answering Pam quick enough and the older vampire, who had become impatient, now that her intelligence wasn't being insulted by Tara's dumb expression she slammed the coffin shut. Tara startled glared at the blond in reflex because when she felt cornered, even if she was in the wrong, she immediately went on the offensive.
"If you're going to accuse me of something accuse me of it don't pussyfoot around it," the younger vampire glared.
Pam's brow quirked at Tara's audacity and she recovered by lowering it, "since you brought pussy into the conversation then you can start telling who you've been fucking."
"That's the first thing you think of?"
"What the fuck else should I be thinking? Why would you need to take it out of the house?" Pam 's anxiety was peeking through and on instinct she grabbed hold and threw that part of her, the weak part that needed the answer, back into the dark place where all of her emotions sat. She had been straightening up innocently putting things away in a domestic capacity that she'd adopted if only to give Tara the illusion of normalcy the young vampire sometimes craved. She domesticity, but she knew that her lover had simpler aspirations for her life. She wanted to be loved and cared for and if there was anyone that could do that it would be Pam—hell they'd made a home in this god forsaken town—the last place on earth she imagined settling all for this progeny. Was this love or stupidity because it felt strangely like the latter and it served her right because she had let it happen, if she were honest she had welcomed it and now look where it got her. She was still waiting for an answer and as long as Tara's silence continued the brand of guilt formed slowly in bold black on the young vampire's forehead in her mind.
"How about a little trust here," Tara demanded after a while. She gained momentum, "I think it's real fucked up that you would think I would do that to you."
"We're all no better than bitches in heat when it comes right down to it. I don't know why I would have expected anything more from you—maybe I got…" she trailed off the mask fell slightly giving Tara a glimpse of all the pain she caused with so little effort.
"I'm not cheating," the browned eyed beauty sped toward her maker, but Pam pulled away turning away from her.
"Who gives a fuck if you are?" she croaked feeling very silly for this feeling that ate away at her, this feeling that demanded answers and at the same time feared the truth.
"You fucking care. And I ain't got no problem telling you," Tara added at the end stroking Pam through her shirt. She felt flattered by her maker's reaction aware the only being who elicited this type of emotion was tall, blond, and a former Viking. "I wanted it to be a surprise," she bit the side of her lower lip.
Pam cornered her with a dark look, "I don't like surprises."
Tara shrugged. "Tough shit," she started toward the blond who remained turned away from her.
"Don't," Pam yanked away from, but Tara wouldn't let her escape that easily, "I don't want you."
"You want me," Tara wasn't affected by Pam's empty declaration. A more insecure version of herself might have fell back at Pam's resistance, but seeing this side of Pam it felt good to know that she had the power to hurt her as much as Pam had the power to hurt her.
"I don't," Pam pushed Tara against the wall.
Her chest heaved from fighting the emotions she tried to keep at bay, the jealousy that wouldn't let her shove Tara under the rug and forget about her. She wanted to forget about her, but more than that she wanted to claim her. To show Tara how stupid she had been to go out and fuck someone else because despite the dark vampire's denial she could smell a faint and unfamiliar scent on her lover.
Tara attacked the blonds' lips while her hands rushed under Pam's shirt to dig her nails in the soft skin. She hadn't planned to surprise Pam this way with her gift, but she couldn't go on letting the blond think that she was being unfaithful. Tongues warred for dominance and then it came down to an unfair advantage that Pam wasn't above using against her progeny. She grabbed the dark skinned vampire by her pony tail pulling with as hard as she could knowing Tara enjoyed pain as a pleasure during sex. Her hands squeezed Tara's breast, but they didn't dally on the mounds. For her this was about claiming what was hers and when her hand reached down to Tara's center she yanked her hand away as if it had been coated in silver.
She glared downward then pushed Tara into the wall again closer to the light so she could see for herself what she had felt earlier. Tara's dazed smile fell when Pam's eyes fixed on the bulge, "why the fuck are you wearing it?" She pointed to it before she ran her fingers through her hair her mouth wide open and closing. The mystery was solved. The phallus wasn't upstairs in the bedroom drawer or in the coffin hideaway because Tara had it on. She had been using it Pam came to the conclusion because no other conclusion fit. When the blonds' hands closed to fists she didn't see Tara, she just reacted. Tara ducked from the hit feeling the debris of the brick showering her from Pam's blow. "You're fucking where it!" she screamed.
Tara ducked away from her lover's anger and another blow, "Pam, I can explain," she rushed out, but the blond had already shut her out.
"Who is she?" she glared the scent that had been faint before was now suffocating.
"There's no one but you," Tara stood her ground.
"Fuck you I can smell her on you," Pam grabbed the closest thing to her, which happened to be a stool and threw it in Tara's general direction. She knew the young vampire was quick enough not to be hit. She was angry when Tara caught it set the stool gently down—she would have preferred to see it crash and ease the ache that begged her to break something. She wanted to break Tara. She wanted to break Tara in the same way she was breaking. And she knew exactly who to go to do it.
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Can't really say the story came to me…..but an artist finds inspiration in everything right?