Sorry for the huge gap between updates...My life has been less than good here the last 4 months. Break ups and lost loves and blah blah blah...But that's over now.. I'm at peace..So on with the writing.. Oh and the season finale of True Blood didnt help matters either lol.

Anywho...Here it is hope you enjoy

Dont own em...God I wish I did.


There are certain events in life that should absolutely terrify us beyond measure. Bouts of fear that should unquestionably make us shake with a sense of foreboding. Tara was definitely shaking, but it was most certainly not born of fear. Displays of power and seduction radiated between the blonde and brunette a show down of sorts, only problem is neither party was willing to relent.

Tara slowed her breathing but it didn't help her heart has it pounded vicariously against her rib cage. In which Pam took full notice of. When she pressed their body's together.

"What's wrong darlin', cat got your tongue?" Pam asked while pushing her body in Tara's a little harder effectively placing her thigh in between Tara's legs.

Biting back a moan that desperately wanted to free itself from Tara's throat she spoke with most steady voice she could muster. "Yeah, something's wrong, I'm smelling the faintest hint of rotting flesh and it's making me sick to my stomach."

As soon as the words left her lips Tara instantly regretted them. She saw a raging storm of hurt and anger flash in Pam's cobalt blue eyes. Pam then relinquished all contact, stepped back then faded into shadows.

Tara felt this underlying need to call after her, but years of hurt and proverbial torment stop her. Tara was a definite victim of circumstance, which is something that would follow her for the rest of her days. She genuinely felt bad for what she had said; she knew she had gone to far.

Tara dropped her head tucking it tightly to her chest she paused for a moment before turning around to get in the car. Deep in thought, she did not dare glance towards the woods to see if Pam was watching her leave. Why linger on the inevitable?

The drive back to Sookie's was lost in a blur of thought and regret. The events played over and over in her head. Yes she was a self-proclaimed bitch but Tara knew in the deep recesses of her mind she had taken it just a little far. Pam was anything but malleolus toward her. She was interested; she wanted Tara and not in the midnight snack way either.

Tara sat in her car and watched her headlights play against the house. The run in with Pam kept running through her mind. Why am I this way, Tara thought to herself? Could it be possible that Pam was interested in her? Or was it a sick game Pam liked to play to lure her prey in?

"There is no way I am going to fucking find out." Tara said out loud as she got out of her car and walked up to the house. The house was lit with so much l one would have thought it was daytime and Sookie's laughter could be heard from deep with in. Which was shortly accompanied by Bill's deep southern drawl.

Tara stopped dead in her tracks "I am not putting up with this shit tonight" Tara thought as she turned around and walked back to Sookies car. She just wasn't in the mood for the love fest that was potential lingering inside the two-story home. As if in a world of her own she got in her car and headed out of Bon Temps. Her eyes would occasionally look off into the shadows not really knowing what she was looking for, but she knew in the dark recesses of her mind exactly what she was hoping to catch a glimpse of. As she drove the pain and anguish she saw in Pam's eyes were on constant replay in her mind. For the first time Tara began to feel sympathy for someone else other than Sookie and Lafayette, and remorse started to peak its weary head.

It was odd she knew, Pam being what she was should not have affected her in this manner. She despised the fact that her best friend was in love with a fanger. So why in the world was she allowing this one to get into her head? But Tara could not shake the pain she knew she caused Pam. Tara continue to drive down the highway, still trying to fool herself into believing she did not know where she was going. However when her headlights bounced off the sign 'Welcome to Shreveport' the moment of fooling herself disappeared. A new feeling arouse deep within her gut, pure unadulterated fear began to course through her veins. Not a fear of being killed however a fear of rejection. Tara had enough of that to last a lifetime and there was no room for more. In fact Tara was not even sure if Pam would be at the fangers' bar known as Fangtasia. Only reason Tara had known about the place was because she had overheard Sookie talking about the first time her and bill had went.

As she pulled into the parking lot her senses were on high alert. The individuals that were standing outside of the bar were in different array of clothing. It was as if a fashion show from every genre of the social scale was waiting to begin. Tara sat in her car for a moment to collect herself and try to regain some of that tough attitude that the fear seemed to deplete from her body. However she gave herself a mental shake because being a bitch was why she was here to begin with. Tara walked towards the bar; her legs were unstable as if she was a freshly born deer. Tuning out the leering looks and disparaging remarks. Tara's eyes remained fixated on the glaring red door and the diamond shapes that were pressed into the fabric. The door was taunting her to come closer as if it was daring her to enter. Tara scoffed at the thought because if Tara was anything a coward was definitely not on the list and she did not back down from a dare, even if it came from adamant object.

She pressed her hand against the door, it was cold to the touch and it was in complete contrast to her burning soul. The unforeseen force that was driving her forward was unrelenting against her back. The pull on her moral conscious was lost in the loud music and laughter that was behind the door. Once inside her senses went in over load as she saw the sights before her. To a newbie it was like walking into a low-grade horror film. Humans offering themselves to vamps like sanctified meat bags. The copper scent of blood hung in the air like a perfume cloud hung in a whorehouse. Tara's eyes lingered over the crowd were they eventually found purchase on a Viking like God sitting on his throne over looking his subjects. Her sixth sense told her he was the man she needed to speak too. The force began to push her towards him. As if her feet were betraying her she began her approach. People began to part as if they were the Red Sea and the blond vampire turned his ancient eyes upon her. Tara began to shake within and began to work through her appeal speech, when a cold hand grasped her wrist and whisked her away.


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