Hello infidels xD

I watched the True Blood season finale and this story...kind of just happened. The story takes place 2 years after episode 10.

Half the credit for it's content belongs to my friend Kiwi7. She helped me bounce around ideas. And gave me lots of insightful input xD

The Title translated from Latin to English means: Love Conquers all and we'll see if that's true for Pam and Tara.

Chapter 1: Homecoming

Pam's gaze traced over the faded Bon Temps sign, drinking in the pale letters with an equal measures of distaste and nostalgia. It had been two years-an innumerable number of hours-since she had last stepped foot in this tragically small town. She'd invested all of that time in trying to divine the location of her Maker: Eric. But after two years of relentlessly scouring every country Eric could be in, after two years of being plagued by guilt for abandoning her progeny, she'd come to the accept the fact that Eric didn't want to be found, and reluctantly conceded her search. The surreal feeling that came with acceptance consumed her; filling her with a staggering amount of relief and disappointment. The part of her that was eternally devoted to Eric grieved at his loss. After walking the Earth with him for over 100 years she couldn't grasp the concept of letting go. The idea of a life bereft of Eric's company eluded her, and yet for the last 2 years that was the life she had been living. The independent part of her that reveled in self sufficiency- and enjoyed paving her own path was thrilled at her preconceived failure because it made her cognizant of one fact: Her happiness was not reliant on the presence of Eric Northman.

She would always love Eric; she would always have the highest regards for him; but she would never again allow her life to revolve solely around him, and his bullshit. That is where she had made her mistake before. She had stalwartly remained by his side-while crapstorm after crapstorm harangued them. Staunchly trusting her Maker while he lied to her, omitted every pertinent detail she needed to know for his own self serving reasons- and made everyone in his life endure hell in order to protect Sookie fucking Stackhouse.

Looking back she was amazed at how tolerant she was.

Despite how miserable catering to Eric's whims had made her, Pam was unable to defy him, and unable to summon the resolve to leave.

If it had been anyone else-she would have.

Eric was the only bastard alive that would make blind obedience a problem for her.

He was also one of the few people who was capable of leaving her with a plethora of regrets.

Some of which she doubted would ever get resolved.

Pam sighed, running slender fingers through her silky blonde tresses, and slowly began walking again while she gathered her miscellaneous thoughts. Eric was still a sore subject for her, and ruminating over her sordid past with him was hardly a mood elevator. His memory only served to entrench her in melancholia-and that was a dangerous mindset to be in right now, because she didn't come all the way to Bon Temps to reminisce over Eric. She'd agonized over him enough the past two years. Her purpose in returning to this shithole town was of a more intimate kind. Instead of some poorly convoluted scheme to indulge some pompous asshole-This time her steps were driven by a sense of obligation and by some damnable feelings of yearning and wistfulness that she couldn't control.

Another painful realization that Pam had to come to terms with over the past two years is that she missed her progeny. Words could not describe how much she ached for Tara-earnestly languishing over the immense chasm separating them, and pining for the ebony skinned woman's company. It infuriated her. This unquenchable thirst she had for Tara. She had missed the sinfully soft skin beneath her touch; she missed being the recipient of Tara's heated glances-and being the one to constantly tease the young vampire's senses; she missed every fleeting word exchanged between them that would be forever imprinted in her thoughts. Not even Eric's absence had affected her like this. Her propensity to miss someone this intensely of her own volition terrified the living shit out of her, because Pam hated being the victim of her own desires. She wasn't lusting after Tara anymore. She was cursed with other more dangerous feelings for her; disgustingly soft ones that robbed her of sleep during the day, and plagued her thoughts at night.

Those self same feelings were the ones that were consuming her now; and were the sole reason she'd returned to Bon Temps at this hour. She'd been walking at a depressingly human speed for the past several days to reach her destination-prolonging the journey as long as possible. Pam was in no hurry to be reintroduced to the object of her desires. She hadn't been gone so long that she forgot what Tara was like when she was pissed. There would be no happy reunion-or fond greetings when they met. She'd felt the anger, and the utter betrayal resonating through their bond when she left 2 years ago, and although wisps of tender emotion bled through sometimes- Tara was adamant in detaching herself from the insurmountable bond that tied her to Pam.

In a way, history was repeating itself.

Eric had done the same thing before deciding to release her.

She could only imagine what momentous decision her progeny had come to since she'd been gone.

Glancing up at the moon that was illuminating the dirt road in front of her-Pam shook her head morosely. She didn't have the luxury of knowing what Tara was thinking anymore, and she was tired of torturing herself with assumptions. Now that she was officially in Bon Temps- Procrastinating was no longer an option. She'd been dragging her feet every night for the past week, traveling at a painfully slow pace as she became increasingly aware of the situation she was walking into.

On top of not wanting to confront Tara right away-Rumors had traveled down the vampire circuit about the abysmally deficient system Louisiana had instituted; where humans and vampires got together and pretended they were equal partners-instead of the cold reality where they were two desperate species who were selfishly using each other to stay alive. Humans needed protection from the wandering destitute vampires who hadn't eaten in months, and vampires needed a compliant food source that wouldn't come back to bite them in the ass later.

So now…Louisiana was home to practicing monogamists.

A concept that was completely foreign to Pam.

The only picture that surfaced at the thought of humans entering a symbiotic relationship with vampires was a nauseating image of being forever tied to Ginger-which in and of itself was an abhorrent notion she refused to entertain.

She preferred her own risky method of glamouring and then hunting her meal.

Although, Pam hadn't eaten or slept much during the long trek to Bon Temps…

Her thought process was disrupted as a loud crack reached her superior hearing, and a lithe bodiless form too fast to be human lunged through the treeline. Pam had foregone the conventional method of discerning Tara's location. Instead of summoning her progeny, she had managed to discern Tara's individual smokey sent over the masses and had been following the trail. She was near the edge of the forest on the less fortunate side of town-very aware of a lingering aroma that was belonged solely to Tara. Her progeny was close…and so was another foul smelling vampire. Most likely the same hulking creature that had just disappeared beyond her peripherals.

Her gaze became icy, as she bent down to palm a pointed stick in her hand. Shifting quickly on the balls of her feet-Pam's body thrummed with tension as she tore through the vegetation after the vampire-every progressive step bringing her closer to Tara-and closer to the remorseless husk of a vampire that was dangerously close to Tara's chosen abode. An exasperated huff left Pam's mouth, as she exponentially increased her speed, closing the distance between herself and her quarry. A starved vampire was weak, and so it took a sparse amount of effort to catch up with the near bestial male. Advancing on him, she reached out with a hand-digging her nails into his shoulder and with a fluid jerk to the left, she wrenched the bone out of its socket-forcefully throwing him to the ground. In the same motion the hand holding the pointed stick-drove the tip into his unbeating heart.

The resounding scream that left his mouth was loud enough to rouse even the ancient dead from their crypts.

Relinquishing her death grip on his shoulder, Pam quickly disentangled herself from the dying vampire before she became immersed in a puddle of blood.

Vampire guts were something that none of her clothes had a hope in hell of recovering from.

And as of right now, all Pam had was the clothes on her back.

Adjusting her leather jacket with a derisive snort, her gaze did a casual sweep around the neighborhood where Tara's scent and presence was tangible in the air. The houses circumventing the concrete were in shambles; tinfoil covered the windows; plaster covered the extensive cracks in the walls; and the grass in the front lawn was an earthy brown-lacking any virility or luster. It had been a long time since Pam had seen a living arrangement that was as….rustic as the one laid out before her. Roused by the terrified screams of the vampire she'd just disposed of-there was some rustling in the houses around her; urgent whispers filled the air as nosey humans debated about leaving the safety of their homes to observe the commotion outside.

Most seemed disinclined to even leave the front door.

No one was willing to risk their life to satiate their curiosity.

One bold woman, opened her door a crack, peering through the small sliver warily. The ebony skinned woman looked familiar, from the proud cheek bones and facial structure to the cautionary glint in her eye as she tilted her head to the side to drink in the gory scene in front of her. As soon as that woman's horrified gaze lighted on Pam and the puddle of blood beside her- A tremulous "Lord Jesus…" left the woman's lips.

One slender eyebrow rose to her hairline as the shocked woman slammed the door quickly.

And Pam didn't even need superior senses to hear what happened next.

Male's voice: Lettie Mae, what's wrong baby?

Lettie: Vampire. There's a vampire outside. And so much blood…Tara…Tara!

…my god. Taraaaaa

A muffled scream from inside the house, pleading for help. Pleading for Tara. Pam crossed her arms beneath her breasts, stifling her amusement as the acrid smell of fear tainted the air. It appeared her progeny was one of the many vampires participating in a monogamous human/vampire relationship. Although why Tara would choose to protect that frail older woman-confounded her. If Pam was correctly associating that voice with the right person; Tara had committed herself to protecting the same sorry bitch that had abused and neglected her; she was protecting the same sorry bitch that had disowned her; Ms. Lettie Mae Thorton.

It was appallingly ironic to her that the Tara's mother had managed to worm her way back into Tara's life just as starving vampires were becoming a prevalent the threat to the city. The timing was so utterly convenient…

Her chuckles tapered off into silence, and her fangs slickly protracted at the memory of her progeny crying over that wench. She would never forget the blood tears that had rolled down Tara's cheeks as that merciless woman tore the fucking ground away from her progeny-smiling as she "Washed her hands" of Tara, and the "abominable" nature of the vampire was now inherent to her. Pam didn't relish the memory, and she didn't care for Tara vowing to protect the same woman that would have let her daughter perish without a second thought. That sort of transgression was something Pam could never forgive.

Even if she was guilty of wronging Tara in a similar way.

Thinking over it, people had a terrible habit of becoming integral to Tara's life and then leaving her.

It pissed her off that she was among those ranks.

She couldn't boast she was superior to the human feces of society if she was capable of the same monumental fuck ups that they were. As much as it irked her to admit it, deserting her progeny put her on the same deplorable level as Tara's mother. Even if it was in pursuit of Eric, even if she couldn't divorce herself from her role as Eric's progeny, the bottom line was: She abandoned Tara when she needed her, and left her to temper the shit storm that the governer, and his disgusting war left behind-with only the words: Take care of Willa to comfort her.

A noisy sigh escaped Pam's lips as she attempted to bury her aggravation to unearth at a later date, she was so engrossed in her own thoughts she didn't hear the approach of quiet footsteps until a very familiar scent enveloped her, and a very familiar voice caressed her senses.

"What in the fuck are you doing here?...and who is that?"

Pam's glacial gaze veered to the side, hungrily roving over the young vampire whose stunning profile she hadn't seen in two years. Her progeny had retained the same alluring appearance; albeit she looked angrier and more world weary. Dressed in jeans, and a form hugging tank top-Pam was cruelly reminded of simpler times when her progeny worked at Fangtasia with her, and was privy to a much more colorful wardrobe. Conscious of Pam's intense scrutiny-Tara's stormy gaze sidled from the puddle of blood next to her over to her tussled form. Pam could only imagine the thoughts running through Tara's mind right now, but the night kissed woman's stern features were implacable: Pam could no more discern her expression than she could go back in time and deter herself from putting that expression on Tara's face in the first place.

Through their bond, danger flirted with relief, and fury but she found it hard to ascertain which emotion was prevailing. It appeared Tara had become very guarded in her absence…

Unperturbed in the face of Tara's fury, and unmoved by the impregnable silence stretched out between them, Pam's only response to Tara's accusatory words was an amused smile creeping over her face, "That's hardly a pleasant way to greet your Maker after I came all the way out here, and disposed of this…filth." Pam drawled lazily, delivering a pointed kick to the blood puddle as she fell back on her sardonic habits.

Tara's face darkened considerably at her words. "Did you expect a fucking parade for doing once what I do all the damn time? I've been killing off shit stains like this for two years Pam. Two years, and now you swoop in-kill one, and expect a nice-welcome back. Are you kidding me?"

Her progeny was not amused.

And Pam, for once was at a loss over what to say to rectify the situation. She knew it wouldn't be easy coming back to Bon Temps-but she hadn't realized exactly how difficult it would be. Everything sarcastic that was coming to mind would only bury her further, and this was not one of those situations where she could just command Tara to calm the fuck down. "Look Tara-"

The ebony skinned woman's fangs protracted as she abruptly cut her off. "I don't want to hear it. You abandoned all of us to go search for Eric's sorry ass, and where is he? Did you even find that bastard?" Tara's eyes glimmered in anger as an uncompromising amount of pain laced through their bond. Pam flinched at the overwhelming amount of emotion in Tara's voice, battering her with insight; recounting without words the hours Tara had spent tormenting herself over Pam wondering-why she left, why she never contacted her, why Eric Fucking Northman took precedence over everyone else in Pam's life. An excruciating laugh stumbled from the young vampire's lips. "You didn't did you…You didn't find him, so now your reconciling yourself to be okay with the runner ups? We're filling the void he left behind?..Unfuckingbelievable…" Tara shook her head vehemently. "Yunno what Pam…just leave. I don't need this bullshit right now." Tara groused flatly, waving a dismissive hand at her before turning back towards her home-where her mother was watching the whole exchange with visible concern.

Pam had listened to Tara's tempestuous tirade, patiently enduring the heated words until her progeny was finished before responding. "Are you done?" She asked Tara softly, her icy blue eyes fixed stalwartly on Tara's stiff form, tracing the rigid set of her shoulders and trailing down to the shaking fists at her sides. "Look, I know you're pissed off at me, but you have to understand I did what I thought was necessary. A portion of my life will always belong solely to Eric, and it seems…so fucking ridiculous to leave him alone to deteriorate by himself. My intention wasn't to abandon you…But that doesn't change the fact that I did." Pam winced at the admission, her lips pursing into a thin unhappy line, before she continued speaking. "But Jesus Tara, I'm back now…and I'm not going anywhere." Pam stepped forward gently grasping Tara's shoulder, and turning her around.

The haggard expression on her progeny's face wasn't reassuring, and Pam bit back a frustrated sigh when Tara shrewdly shrugged out her grip.

A litany of curses surfaced in her mind.

Pam couldn't force the necessary words out.

Words that desperately needed to be said.

I missed you.

I'm sorry.

I never should have left.

Tara's shook her head, her eyes glassy with pain. "You may have come back after figuring out you need us, but we don't need you… I don't need you. " Her progeny stated boldly; the cold declaration making Pam's breath stall, but Tara was relentlessly surging forward. "I figured out two years ago I don't need you to function. You never should have come back to Bon Temps." Her progeny shook her head, turning away from Pam and walking back into her house. Walking back into the space she shared with her mother, while Pam remained motionless in the street, still trying to absorb what had happened in the last thirty seconds.

Tara wanted nothing to do with her.

Her progeny was so affected by Pam's callous actions that she didn't even want meager contact with her.

This.

This is why she hated emotions she had no hope of controlling. Her feelings for Tara, and the guilt ravaging her were a giant pain in the ass.

She preferred it when she didn't give a damn.

Being a remorseless bitch was easier than fixing something that might be irreparably damaged.

"Well…fuck." Pam breathed the expletive out of clenched teeth.

And that's the end of chapter one.

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