"What do you mean, 'Tara is a vampire now'?" Sam Merlotte asked the next day. It was before the opening of his restaurant, and it was just him, Sookie and LaFayette.
"Tara kind of got shot last night." LaFayette offered. He glanced at Sookie. They both knew they couldn't tell the whole story.
"Shot?!" Sam snapped, looking from Sookie to LaFayette. "Shot? Fatally, I'm assuming?"
"Near fatal. Bill and Eric kind of felt my distress over it and came to the rescue," Sookie said, trying to invoke some cheer into her tone, "so, I guess we'd better get to work..."
"Wait just a fucking minute," Sam said coolly, "so you're telling me that one of them turned Tara. Which one?"
"I'd better get to the kitchen." LaFayette suggested. But Sam gave him a warning glance that told him he'd better not move! Sam then focused on Sookie.
"Which one of them turned Tara, Sookie? Tell me it was Bill!"
Sookie shook, then hung her head down.
"Damnit, Sookie! You let Northman turn Tara into a vampire?! What does this mean? So where is she today?"
Sookie raised her head.
"There's more. I guess Bill and Eric killed a Vampire Authority member. Nan Flanagan. Bill, Eric and Tara were taken away by the Authority last night."
"Nan Flanagan? Why does that name sound so familiar?" Sam asked no one in particular.
"She's that blonde bitch that's always on TV defending vampires," LaFayette schooled him, "don't ask me why Bill and Eric killed her, but there's a chance Tara will be on her own here."
"There's also a chance she'll be killed like them!" Sam countered.
"No, Tara called last night from Authority Headquarters. She seemed okay." Sookie assured him.
Sam gave them both a look before speaking.
"I think I know Tara pretty well. She would've rather died than been turned into a vamp. But what's done is done. We need to be there for her. We need to keep an eye out to make sure that Northman doesn't do anything to her."
Sookie peered at him.
"You know, Eric is not THAT bad! I mean just what does everyone think Eric could do to Tara? LaFayette? I mean do you think he's that terrible?"
"Well...he can be alright. But if I had to be turned, Sookie, I would've rather had Bill do it. That's all I'm saying. But Tara will be alright. Probably." LaFayette said. Sookie sighed. They would have to wait until evening to find that out for sure.
EVENING
Pam stretched and yawned, as she opened up her coffin in the basement of Fangtasia, got out and then stretched some more. She looked around. Eric's coffin was open and he was gone, or upstairs someplace. Pam needed to know that things were alright between them again. She needed to know that that Stackhouse bitch hadn't come betwe...
Pam's eyes widened! Who's fucking coffin was this?
Pam looked around, then flung it open! She peered at the young woman inside of it. Why the fuck did she look so familiar? Why did she look so familiar? Why...
Pam suddenly snarled! She slammed the coffin cover closed and hurried up the basement stairs, still in her night clothes! She found Eric in his office, looking over paperwork. He looked up, giving her a cursory glance.
"Good evening, Pam."
"Is that Sookie's pussy licking friend?"
Eric eyed her.
"If you mean Tara, yes. She's your sister now."
"Fucking Christ, no! Are you kidding me? Tell me you're bullshitting me? Tell me!"
Eric threw down a pen and stood up.
"I'm not. Tara had been shot and Sookie asked me to save her. I did. She is your sister and you will remember that. Now, this will be Tara's first night working at Fangtasia. Make sure she is dressed appropriately."
Pam just stared at him for a moment, then spoke.
"Did you do this to get back at me? For our disagreement over Sookie?"
"No. I did it for Sookie, but not to get back at you." he said, walking over to her. He then rested his hands on her shoulders. "You are going to be Tara's big sister. Do what 'big sisters' do."
Pam smiled at that. The implications of those words were so subjective...
"Have you...you haven't...because the few times I've seen the bitch...my 'sister', she was into women."
Eric moved away from her to sit behind his desk again.
"Tara is free to continue to lick as much pussy as she wants. Now please get her up." Eric requested. Pam nodded and left the room.
"But-not-before-fucking-me-first." Eric said in a quiet, sing song manner. He then returned to his paper work.
Tara was not at all pleased to wake up and find Pam in her face!
She was also damned displeased to be given some skimpy ass, leather bustier thing to wear with a dog collar leash and shit! Though...she didn't look half bad in it! But still...she had been raised better than this!
Fangtasia was about to open when Tara realized that she would have to take a stand about some things! She pulled up her bustier so that little to no cleavage showed, then walked over to Eric's throne, where he was presently sitting.
"I just want you to know," Tara began, "that I will help you all out tonight. But after, I intend to find my own job someplace else. Secondly, I will only wear this trashy ass outfit you have me in, tonight, since this will be my last night of employment with you! Oh and lastly..."
"There was no 'firstly', Tara," Eric said patiently, "because I will not tolerate unemployment from a progeny of mine."
"I said I'd find other work!"
"Where?"
"I was a cage fighter in New Orleans and a bar tender over at Merlotte's." Tara sniffed.
"Very well. You will tend bar for as long as I say you will, AND I will consider bringing cage fighting into Fangtasia. I suppose I will have to seek out a special license for this sport."
"I'm not staying here!"
"Oh and Tara," Eric said, leaning over towards her, "you will keep that bustier at the proper level."
And with that, he yanked it back down where Pam had originally put it, revealing plenty of cleavage. Eric briefly eyed it appreciatively, before uttering those dreaded words...
"As your maker, I command you to keep that bustier right where it is."
Tara gritted her fangs and turned from him to walk over to the bar and behind it. This was going to be a long night! She then surreptitiously looked around and opened her purse, which was behind that bar. That little vial of blood that she had stolen from the Authority Headquarters was still in there! It had been in some display case that had said something about someone named 'Lillith'.
Tara had tasted a little on her fingertip the other night and had just felt glorious! But the high had worn off kind of fast. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a little right now.
"The blood of Lillith has been stolen!" Roman seethed. Bill stood before the Authority Council members, perplexed and a little confused as to what this had to do with him!
"Uh, I'm sorry, Chancellor, for the theft. Did you want me to track down the person or persons responsible?"
Salome leaned forward.
"At first we thought Russell had somehow gotten out of his cell, but an extensive search proved fruitless."
"There are no cameras in the room where the blood was contained?" Bill asked.
"Of course not!" Roman snapped. "Lillith is the mother of ALL vampires! The one that borne us all! It is a sacred room and everyone here knows that that blood is not to be pilfered, trifled with or tasted!"
"Everyone except a newborn vampire," Salome said, looking at Bill knowingly, "we believe the thief was Tara Thornton, Mr. Northman's progeny. We want that vial of blood returned. And as punishment, we also want Mr. Northman to surrender some of his real estate in the pricier areas of Louisiana, to the Authority. Make that clear to him."
"Eric will want proof that there is any truth to this, before surrendering property. I think that is his right." Bill cautioned. Roman glared at him!
"You will find the proof," Roman said, "when you see Tara Thornton. The blood in a newborn vamp causes a high, then extreme sickness and delusions. When you find her in that state, you are to retrieve the remains of the vial and give Mr. Northman this."
Roman then handed Bill a folder. He opened it to find papers of sale. Bill reluctantly closed the folder. This would not be a good night for Tara, that was for sure. He just prayed she hadn't guzzled the whole vial of 'Lillith Blood' down!
