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You don't even know how surprised I was when I saw the response to this story.

I wasn't really expecting that lol

I dunno how often this story will get updated because the college semester just started for me, but I had to write this after reading the reviews xD

And to answer one question that caught my interest:

I don't know if I want to change this to an M rated story because that means inevitably there will be a sex scene. As my friend Kiwi pointed out "No one asks for M rated stories for the cussing or the blood" , and I'm a bit wary about writing one because I have never actually written a sex scene before. xD Do you guys WANT one of those scenes? This is one those rare occurences where I don't mind adding what the readers want to the story.

Let me know via Pm or reviews.

And now~

Here is chapter 2. Enjoy~

Chapter 2: Sharing is caring~

Pam moved as surreptitiously as she could, passing silently under the flickering streetlamps as she paved her way to her own personal safehouse. After debating with herself for several hours, and staring forlornly at Tara's house-Pam had finally decided to forsake her own pathetic feelings of dejection and despondency. It wasn't in her nature to wallow in despair. She knew that coming back to Bon Temps would stir up feelings of acrimony, resentment, virulence, all of the unaddressed emotions Tara had been suppressing for the last two years. She knew that-and yet she was still reeling from her last encounter with her progeny. Expecting animosity was one thing; being on the receiving end of unreserved resentment that had been festering for two years was another. Pam had not prepared herself for Tara's reaction.

Nor had she expected Tara's bitterness towards her to cut so deeply.

Pam couldn't remember a time when she had been so afflicted by guilt; or addled by responsibility.

She felt like a god damn disgrace.

She couldn't justify her actions to Tara; she couldn't blame her for her resentment. The only thing she could really offer her was a weak apology that fell on deaf ears. Tara was no longer interested in hollow words; her progeny had no desire to listen to the mercurial reasoning behind her actions. The only compensation that was worthwhile to Tara was time. Pam owed her a debt of over two years in time-and she couldn't even begin to contrive a way to pay her back. No course of action seemed right enough. No gesture was grand enough; no words sincere enough. For the first time in a long time, Pam had no fucking idea what to do. Her indecisiveness was only augmented by Tara's newfound disdain for her.

By all looks and appearances, Tara didn't give a damn if she was there or not.

It sickened her how feeble her defenses were against her progeny.

If Pam couldn't feel the constant turmoil consuming Tara's end of the bond: if she wasn't intimately aware of her progeny's tendency to lash out when she was hurting or terrified-she would have abandoned this fool's errand already. As it stood, Pam had come to the conclusion that she wouldn't accomplish anything with Tara tonight, so she made an impetuous decision to re-establish herself in Bon Temps before she made things any worse for herself. Searching for Eric had drained a large portion of her resources-and because Pam had only taken a fraction of her personal information with her when she left-she'd been living a simple nomadic lifestyle for the past few months-biding her time until she came back home.

While she was traveling-most of her money went to coercing information out of reticent vampires that needed more than bullshit bribes to be convinced that their generosity was still intact.

To accommodate her expansive past time-She slept in cheap motels-wearing only what she was willing to wash and carry.

She never stayed in one place longer than a night because she still needed to hunt for blood, and too many missing bodies attracted attention.

Now that she was back in the incestuous little rumor bed of Bon Temps-she'd have to readjust her hunting methods. In a community of vampires that were in monogamous relationships with humans it wasn't wise to feed off of the locals-so although she'd be living in Tara's little city-she'd be hunting elsewhere. Her new prerogative was to not piss of anyone that might be detrimental to her health. Pam had weathered enough shitstorms to last several lifetimes. So now- In order to protect her diet, and standards of living, Pam was rooting herself in one of the old safehouses on the edge of town, away from the city's lovely citizens. Back when she still had a viable relationship with her Maker they had invested in a series of abandoned warehouses. Mostly for storage purposes. Over the course of a century-a lot of bullshit tended to accumulate-and an intelligent person stocked up on antiques.

However right now, Pam planned on utilizing her investment for other more practical purposes.

The warehouses themselves were more important than the shit inside.

She had no idea if the clandestine little buildings were still standing or if the governer's trigger happy fuck ups had torn them down too along with Fangtasia. But if those buildings were still intact-that meant Pam had a place to sleep when dawn came, and she desperately needed a place to stay right now. Scavenging, and sleeping in whatever obscene little cavity that could shelter her was getting old. Being one with nature, and debasing herself to live out in the forest to survive wasn't working for her anymore. Pam had never been a fan of Thoreau's doctrines; achieving the ability to be self reliant shouldn't mean liberating yourself from a life of luxury.

She rather enjoyed being caged by money.

It was satisfying.

And saved her from living in squalors like this….

Pam's purposeful steps slowed to a stop, as she realized exactly where she was. She'd finally reached one of the warehouses.

Her azure gaze darkened to an icy hue as she came face to face with her future residence. It was an old decaying building, built entirely of wood. The structure as a whole was ghastly to look at, and made even less attractive when one noticed the culpable stench permeating from the rotting base. Her lip curled in disgust as she noticed even more perturbing details that helped permanently condemn the building in her thoughts-but instead of acting on her revulsion-Pam found herself reluctantly grasping the wooden handle to the heavy sliding door, and wrenching it open.

The door groaned as her superior strength forced it aside, And Pam hesitantly entered the humid storage space, precariously stepping over the wooden threshold into an errant time capsule. Her intensive gaze slid sporadically around the room, coolly dismissing most of the historic elements that donned the walls, and took up precious floor space. Some of the more classy shit she recognized-but most of things in this room belonged to Eric. Viking sentimentals; swords, iron statues, invaluable keepsakes that were inherent to his legacy She couldn't afford to be picky about her living situation, but jesus, some of the items collecting dust in here were older than she was. While other items were a mystery that belonged neither to her, nor to Eric… Pam paused in her trek across the wooden floor as her foot brushed against something with an unusually silky texture. Peering down at her feet-one disbelieving eyebrow shot up as she stared at the lingerie strewn hapahazardly on the floor beneath her shoes. "Are you joking...?" Pam drawled lazily to no one in particular. Bending down to inspect the under garments-she noticed the tag on them was a recent purchase-meaning someone had bought them and left them there within the last few days.

Which most likely meant the owner of the panties was a lot closer to her than she was comfortable with.

Her gaze trailed around the room noticing there were more feminine clothes pieces lying around that she didn't recognize.

The realization that she wasn't alone wasn't a welcome one.

"I'm not really in the mood for company right now, so whoever you are, wherever you are-get the fuck off my property." Pam droned tiredly, her heightened senses straining to hear a response from whoever this trespassing wench was. Only silence answered her, but after a few tense moments of waiting-of glancing expectantly over her shoulder for an intruder, Pam's keen senses picked up a quiet sigh. A second later, rustling reached her, and a very familiar figure detached herself from the shadows. Pam's eyes widened as a woman she never thought she'd see again announced her presence.

"…Willa." The name left a sour taste in her mouth as it left her palate.

Eric's second progeny grinned plaintively, a sheepish expression crossing the young vampire's face. "Holy shit Pam…I uh…Didn't expect to see you." The words stumbled uncertainly from the girl's mouth, like she genuinely wanted to talk but had no idea how to converse with her. Pam found fiendish pleasure in the verbal disarray filling the air. They didn't have an especial amount of time to get used to each other before her extended hiatus. They briefly interacted while Willa was a captive in an asinine plot to usurp the facetious governer that sired her-but that was it. Realistically-Eric was the only thing that tied Willa to her, and Pam didn't feel very obligated to respect that bond. Two years ago she probably would have made the woman across from her miserable to satisfy her misguided feelings of envy, and indignation.

But now…

Pam didn't care whether this bitch lived or died.

She didn't even care that Willa was Eric's progeny still.

She just didn't care. Period.

The woman fell into that murky grey area, where Pam was content to ignore her existence all together.

Shaking her head at the young vampire's words, her lips thinned into a grim line. "That much is blatantly obvious." Pam murmured contemptibly, her expression utterly blank as she studied the woman in front of her. Willa shifted uncomfortably beneath Pam's penetrating gaze-still trying manufacture the appropriate reaction to her presence. "But the real question is not what I'm doing here...it's what you are doing here. Don't you have some inglorious penthouse to desecrate on the other side of town?" Pam demanded, vehemently voicing her displeasure.

She didn't share well.

That had always been her problem with Willa.

Wilting at Pam's furious expression the young vampire bit her lip nervously. "I needed a place to stay…After the war was over I had nothing left-because my dad disowned me… and I got tired of living with Ginger. She had more traffic running through her house, than most freeways do on the weekends." The brunette grimaced, as if the memory of Ginger's house physically hurt her. And perhaps it did. Living with Ginger would be an excruciating experience for any vampire. The woman lived adventurously and had a nasty habit of sleeping with anything with fangs. Not to mention she was one of those special humans who had been glamoured too many times to be lucid-and an incoherent human with a low IQ was a very poor roommate for a vampire.

Pam snorted derisively at the explanation. "And you couldn't stay with any vampires you know? Jessica maybe?"

"Do I look like a fucking leech to you?" Willa surprised herself-and Pam, by crossing her arms defensively beneath her breasts, her posture shifting so it coalesced with her indignation. "I don't want to mooch off of my friends-especially since all of them are paired up with a human and I'm still not..." The brunette trailed off, her lips curving downward in a slight frown. Gathering herself after pausing for a moment too long- Willa continued speaking in a much softer tone of voice. "Ginger suggested I do some digging and see if you and Eric owned any land that I could crash at for awhile.…I found this place a few days ago-and I've been staying here. "

That was fucking fantastic.

Pam sighed despairingly, running a frustrated hand through her golden tresses. Dawn was hovering on the edge of her senses-so it was too late to search one of the other warehouses-and she was too tired to think of a more convenient place to rest for the day. "It appears we'll be sharing a living space for awhile then." She mused leaning back against the dust ridden sofa behind her, and looking up at the ceiling. She couldn't think of anything more unpleasant than sharing a living space with another gods be damned baby vamp who had been turned into a vampire on a selfish whim.

Willa stared at her curiously.

"So…This isn't a social visit is it? You're coming back to Bon Temps for good?"

On second thought…

Engaging in a pitiful conversation about her motives for being here was infinitely worse than tolerating Willa's insufferable presence.

"I think we need to establish a no talking rule before dawn." Pam grumbled irritably, stretching her leg over the sofa arm so she was straddling the archaic furniture. She had no intentions of pouring her heart out to this stripling of a girl. The only one who needed to be aware of Pam's motives was Tara….Unfortunately her progeny was not in a very receptive mood right now. In the past Pam's feelings had been so introverted-so geared towards protecting herself that she had recklessly devastated the ebony skinned woman. Now-Finding the right time to divulge her reasoning to Tara was going to be difficult because her progeny refused to be deceived by the same ploy twice.

To Tara Mae Thorton-Pam's feelings didn't constitute as a blessing-they were the most harrowing kind of torture.

And Tara wasn't interested in being a masochist anymore…

"Oh come on Pam, you've had two years to be silent. You can't expect to come home and avoid questions now. I mean you have to be curious about what's been going since you left." Willa rambled, her ability to annoy Pam exponentially increased by her superfluous need for oxygen. "You don't care what's happening to Jessica?...To Tara?" The young vampire asked after a significantly longer pause.

Pam frowned, throwing her other leg over the sofa arm so she was able to arrange herself comfortably into the couch cushions. "Oh yes. I'm dying to know what's going on with Jessica. Enlighten me." She grinned, revealing several rows of gleaming teeth. Willa swallowed the lump in her throat uneasily as Pam stared expectantly at her; her predatory grin eliciting an instinctual response in Eric's second progeny. Willa wanted to run but stubborn recalcitrant resolve anchored her feet to the floor-as Pam silently dared her to ask about Tara again.

"Well, Jessica is living at the old Compton place still, but most nights she stays at the Bellefleurs protecting her halfling." Will reported dutifully, twining her fingers together in a nervous gesture left over from her human days. The girl had wisely given up the line of questioning involving Pam's progeny.

"I'm not surprised she's participating in that stupid shit." Pam remarked coolly, shaking her head.

Jessica did always have a soft spot for hopeless cases.

A sentiment that Pam didn't share.

Or have the slightest desire to see reciprocated by someone else.

"She has to. Jessica promised to protect Adeline and ever since Andy was killed by a vampire she's been taking her role as protector so seriously. Well, actually-everyone's been taking their role as protector seriously. Most humans aren't allowed to go out at night without a vampire escort, and large gatherings of humans have been expressly forbidden when the sun sets. Apparently, that's like laying out an all you can eat buffet for destitute vampires." Willa shuddered, glancing distantly off to the side as horrific images surfaced in her mind. "It's been really bad Pam…"

Pam shrugged callously-unable to sympathize with the woman in front of her. "Shit happens."

Surviving the war, and massive genocide had changed Pam's perception of bad.

Starving vampires weren't the end of the world.

Although her interest was peaked at hearing about the death of Andy Bellefleur. Wasn't his daughter Adeline half fae? And Jessica was adamant about keeping her alive? She could only imagine how miserable that venture must be. Fae's have an unnatural aversion to staying alive. Every fucking monster in the universe will crawl out of the woodwork just to kill or maim one. Her experience with Sookie had taught her it's damn near possible to keep a fae safe-when the whole goddamn world wanted them dead. She didn't envy Jessica her job.

Smirking tiredly, Pam's head fell back against the sofa cushions, and Willa blinked-not sure how to react to her callous disregard.

"Well…Me and Tara try to check up on Jessica once or twice a week to make sure Adeline's okay. If you want-you can tag along tomorrow?" Willa offered carefully, measuring Pam's reaction with a knowing eye. Willa wasn't being very subtle. Obviously she was trying to maneuver Pam so she was in close quarters with her progeny, but after Tara's almost visceral reaction to her coming home-Pam knew that it was a bad idea. Crowding Tara wouldn't endear her to the dark skinned woman-it would just piss her off more.

"I'll pass." Pam murmured succinctly-exhaustion dragging out her response as she felt the insistent tug of dawn.

Blood was beginning to trickle down Willa's ear as the young vampire suffered through the early stages of the bleeds in order to prolong this uncomfortable conversation. Wiping the blood clear from her skin, Eric's other progeny made a face. "I really think you need to come Pam. Tara needs to see you…"

Tara's dismissive words surfaced in her mind; dominating her thoughts with a vengeance-and drowning out Willa's kind lies. "Give it a fucking rest. You have no idea what Tara needs and I don't need you to arrange a play date for me." Pam stated icily, her temper flaring dangerously as the words You never should have come back to Bon Temps circled in her thoughts-spinning in a never ending carousel. Her ego had taken a massive bruising earlier, and she wasn't ready to go confront her progeny again so soon. If she was going to survive the placation process and get back into Tara's good graces she was going to have to spread out the misery. Whether she deserved it or not- She could only take so much abuse in one day.

And Tara could only handle her in small doses right now.

They both needed time, because obviously reconciliation was not a simple 24 hour excursion.

It might take years before Tara trusted her again, and it would take an even longer time before the woman felt comfortable enough to let Pam back into her life.

Willa either didn't realize this, or didn't care-because she kept pushing.

"I've been here Pam-while you were off god knows where doing god knows what-I've been here helping pick up the pieces you and Eric left behind. I don't claim to know everything, but I know a progeny needs their Maker. Tara needs you even if she's not willing to admit it." Willa insisted stubbornly, not backing down from the impending argument. "And you owe it to her to make an effort."

Pam scowled darkly at Willa's words-loathing the truth in them.

She had no rebuttal-because unfortunately, Willa's words echoed the same message that her burgeoning conscience had been trying to ingrain her with for the past year.

She did owe Tara.

She had royally fucked up.

And she needed to approach this situation delicately or else risk losing Tara entirely…

An exasperated puff of air left her lips, and she graced Eric's other progeny with the most fabricated look of tolerance she could muster. "In the future when you get the urge to have a meaningful heart to heart discussion with me-resist the urge-If I had still been human- listening to this entire conversation would have given me cancer." She drawled lazily, relaxing against the couch, and covering her eyes with the palm of her hand.

Willa's unwavering determination to pursue this subject probably had more to do with Eric than Tara.

Her Maker was notorious for his familial ideals, but he had a terrible habit of leaving his self proclaimed family when things became unbearable, and because of that-Willa didn't have the support of a Maker. The young vampire had been paving her own path with no one to guide her, and consequently was drawing parallels between her own dilapidating circumstances, and what Tara was going through with Pam. Irony was a bitch because for the first time in over one hundred years being lumped in to the same category as Eric wasn't a compliment.

Right now being like Eric meant she was perceived as a self indulgent asshole that only cared about being a Maker when it was convenient for her.

It was a daunting misconception to overcome when she was surrounded by a close-knit group of progenies who had been terribly neglected by their Makers-and weren't keen on re-living the cycle of neglect and abandonment.

Jessica, Willa, and Tara….

Jesus Christ.

Even if she groveled on her hands and knees-her apology might not ever matter.

There was just too much incriminating evidence stacked against her-courtesy of her peers and her own malignant past, and Tara might be too battered; too weary to take that risk again.

"So I can take your exceedingly long silence as a Yes I'll be there to visit Jessica tomorrow?" Willa interrupted her self-deprecating thoughts before they truly began-distracting Pam from her own inane feelings of pessimism. Pam was beginning to cultivate a tedious fear of the future; a future that hadn't happened yet, and might not ever happen. When it came down to it-Feelings were such vacuous unpredictable things-and she was tired of being overwhelmed by them. Between yearning for Tara, and being justifiably concerned about losing her progeny-Pam had been left very little room for anything other than anxiety. And Worry. And fear.

And she was sick to death of those detestable emotions.

They coursed through her like a god damn disease-filling her with an inconsolable ache-and prompting her to ask questions that had never mattered to her before; Would Tara forgive her? Was Pam even deserving of forgiveness? Should she stay and mend what was broken between them? Or had she already burned that bridge?

The questions were endless.

The answers were obscure. Lost in an esoteric void that Pam couldn't even begin to penetrate yet.

The only way to cull her worries-and alleviate some of the tension and doubt that had been marinating between her and Tara for the past two years- was to be around her more; see her every day; and pray that their relationship didn't delineate any further. Another staggering loss could, and would destroy them-and delaying the inevitable would only make things worse.

So for her peace of mind, and in a vain hope to preserve the bond they still did have-Pam found herself nodding slowly-the hand covering her eyes falling back to rest beneath her head. "Fine…I'll come visit Jessica with you and Tara tomorrow-but I'm only staying an hour-and we are never discussing this shit again. Or I will fucking end you." Pam eyes glinted savagely, as the sibylline promise rolled off of her tongue. She wasn't sure why she was talking about Tara with Willa of all people-but it was an experience that didn't need repeating.

What Pam did with her progeny wasn't anyone's fucking concern.

Especially not Willa's.

Out of the corner of her eye-she saw the young vampire hiding a smug smile, and had to bury the urge to brutally eviscerate her where she stood. She didn't appreciate being manipulated like this, but she wasn't in a position to complain. She had lost that privilege the day she left to search for her Maker. Rolling her eyes, Pam turned over on the cushions so her back was facing Willa, and left the brunette to gloat over her victory.

Willa should be proud…Forcing Pam to socialize when it was clearly the last thing she wanted to do was an impressive feat after all.

Ignoring the smirking brunette- Pam relinquished the hold she had on her senses, finally succumbing to the pull of dawn- and allowing sleep to claim her.

She was going to need all the rest she could get.

Because tomorrow…

Her trials began in earnest.

And that is the end of that chapter. Leave your thoughts~ xD

Also I apologize if Willa is out of character I haven't seen enough of her to know how she would act like in this situation so I'm kind of just...writing her how I want her to be like .