A/N: This story is dedicated to the people over at The L Chat who have to go so long between updates for these Pam/Tara stories. I've been reading, but not posting on the forum, and find it highly entertaining. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own, and I don't intend to make money off it.
As Bill reassembled into a more powerful vampire, Sookie heard Eric yell.
"Run," he screamed. He scooped Sookie into his arms and vamp sped to the stairs. He couldn't use the elevator because his blood wouldn't unlock it. He could feel Billith on his heels, but he kept running making sure to keep the blonde safe in his arms.
He saw the group headed towards the truck. "Get it started now!"
Nora looked back and saw Eric being followed by Billith. Everybody else saw the chase and started running towards the truck. They all piled in, and Jason went to work getting the car started.
"Fucking go, you imbecile!" Pam shouted. Tara was squeezed in next to her in the front seat. She felt her progeny grab her hand to relax her.
"We gotta wait for Sookie!" he yelled back. Sitting next to him was Jessica, and she reached out to touch him comfortingly. He shrugged off her hand. In an instant, Eric was in the bed of the truck with Sookie and his sister. His fangs popped out.
"Do as the lady says," he growled into Jason's ear. Jason's foot hit the accelerator, and they sped off. Nora looked back and saw that Billith was keeping up them. Within a matter of seconds, he would catch up to them.
"Sookie, give me your gun. All of you, give me all the silver and wooden bullets that you have," she commanded.
Eric looked at her in concern. "What are you doing, Nora?"
She started loading the guns. "Buying us time." She raised the gun and started shooting at Billith. The bullets didn't even slow him down, so she aimed lower and shot out his knee caps. He stumbled a few times and then regained speed.
"Sookie, can you use your faerie powers to mess with his mind," Nora asked.
"I can try," Sookie said and closed her eyes. "I need something to project into his mind. What would be the most startling thing? Something that would temporarily draw out Bill."
"Lilith," Nora and Eric said in unison.
"On it," she said. Her face scrunched up and concentrated. She linked her mind to Bill's and projected Lilith in his path. She held up her hand to him and told him to stop.
"It's working," Nora whispered in amazement. Billith stopped in his tracks and dropped to his knees. He lowered his head in respect.
"Keep it up until we're out of sight," Eric said stroking Sookie's hair.
"It's hard. It hurts."
"Tinkerbell, if you stop, I will fucking drain you and your dimwitted brother. Keep that fucker away from us!" Pam demanded, nearly crushing Tara's hand in anxiety.
"You can do it, Sookie," Eric whispered into her ear. She nodded and continued concentrating.
After an hour, Sookie collapsed from over exertion. Eric tended to her, and Nora gave Jason directions to a safe house.
"Are you alright?" Tara asked her maker. Pam had been tense and quiet after they escaped Billith.
"Just peachy," she snapped. Tara tried to take her hand away, but Pam held onto it tightly. She closed her eyes and laid her head on progeny's shoulder.
Jason's eyes cut over to the two in disgust. "Fucking fangers," he whispered under his breath. As soon as the last word left his mouth, he felt cold hard steel pressed against his temple.
"Say that again and Sookie will become an only child," Pam growled. Jessica looked from one to the others.
"Pam, calm down. He doesn't know what he's saying. He's probably just stressed," the teenage vampire pleaded.
Pam reluctantly pulled away her gun and sat it in her lap. Tara squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
"I've gone soft," Pam said under her breath.
The rest of the ride to the safe house was quiet. Everybody was too exhausted to even attempt small talk.
Jason managed to find the safe house which was an underground bunker. It was one of Nora's secret hideouts that was modeled after the Authority's headquarters.
Pam and Tara took a room away from everyone else. Tara could sense that Pam was getting fed up with everyone, except Eric of course.
Tara laid on the bed while her maker caught up Eric. She could use her amplified hearing to eavesdrop, but she decided to let the two have some privacy. If Pam missed her maker half as much, as Tara missed Pam when she imprisoned in the Authority, then she knew that Pam was ecstatic to be reunited with her maker.
Just as Tara drifted off, she heard Pam come into the room. She could feel dawn approaching, but she chose to stay awake anyway.
"Hey," she called out to her maker. "Is Eric okay?"
"Just fine," Pam said shortly. She started removing her jewelry and taking down her hair.
"So are we going to talk about it?" Tara asked.
"Talk about?" Pam said looking in the mirror. She focused on her reflection, but she used her peripheral to study Tara's reactions.
"The kiss. We should talk about it," Tara said. She eyed her maker's body, feeling the heat pool to between her legs. Touching her maker's lips with hers had been exciting and fulfilling. Finally being able to act on the feelings that been building up for the past week was exhilarating.
"There's nothing to talk about. It was in the heat of the moment, and my vampire hormones were going crazy in that prison," Pam replied nonchalantly. She started to undo her corset. She felt hands cover hers and undo the strings for her. When she turned around, she was face to face with her beautiful progeny. Her dark brown eyes looking into her own blue ones.
"Bullshit," Tara said, dropping the corset to the floor. She planted her hands on her maker's waist.
"You said 'we live in the wind'. You took the fall for me, and you kissed me back. Actually, you responded immediately. With tongue," Tara said, with her head cocked to the side.
"So what?" Pam said. "That doesn't mean that-"
"Yes it does, but you just don't want to admit it. But that's fine, I'll just bunk with Jessica until you get yourself sorted out." Tara turned on her heel and walked to the door.
"Tara, wait," Pam called out just as Tara reached the door. "Fine, let's talk. Let's make it snappy before-"
Tara vamp sped and pinned Pam against the wall.
She leaned up and kissed her maker. Their lips slowly moved against each other, and Tara moaned into Pam's mouth. She breathed in her maker's scent, and her fangs popped. She heard Pam chuckle slightly, and their kiss deepened.
Pam's tongue stroked Tara's, and she felt the younger woman moan into her mouth. Pam pulled her hands out of Tara's grip and moved them to her pants. She teased the area above the waist band with her fingers. That's when Tara pulled away.
"Let's talk," Tara said evading Pam's lips as her maker she tried to recapture the kiss. Blue eyes stared into brown ones.
"I don't know what I'm feeling. The only person in the world that I tolerated was Eric, and now I have you. You are stubborn as hell and so goddamn gorgeous. I want you, but I don't know what to do with you," Pam admitted, her features softening.
Tara felt herself smile. She was finally getting to see the Pam that was only reserved for Eric. Even Pam's voice was different.
"Well lucky for you, I'm no expert in relationships either. I chased off the last person I was with. But we can take it slow, and just learn how to be with each other. How about we start off with that first date?" Tara's lips twisted into a smile.
Pam's face mirrored Tara's. "Let's give it a try." Their lips met again in a passionate, but tender kiss. Once again, Tara broke the kiss.
"Slow," she emphasized. "We have an eternity together to hit the sack." Pam's white fingers intertwined with Tara's brown ones, and she looked down at them.
"You are such a gentleman," she said in a British accent that made laughter erupt from her progeny.
"Now, let's go to sleep before we get the Bleeds," Tara said leading her maker to the bed.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Don't forget to review!