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Pam begged and Thornton gave in when she was ready never after and especially not before. The blond pulled the dark skinned woman up to her lips and began kissing her hard. She bit her lips until blood seeped from the lips. Forgetting her charade, Sophie Marx had long gone and Pamela filled with need and yearning demanded more.

Thornton didn't mind the rough treatment. She reveled in nails scratching her flesh painfully. She loved how attentive and sexual Sophie's kisses had become, that is until she tasted blood. She tried pulling back, but suddenly the simple librarian seemed a lot stronger than Thornton first perceived.

"Hey," she tried to pull away.

Pam wasn't having any of it. She couldn't be reasoned with and still her urgency had set off any bells of alarm. Passed the blurry sex induced haze she glimpsed fangs. Wrenching away completely until she was on the other side of the couch. Legs open and her back against the arm Pam read as invention and would have gladly reciprocated if not for the stark shock paling the darker woman's face.

"Something you want to tell me Sophie?" Her chest heaved up in down.

The blond frowned until she realized she had made a rookie mistake. Leaning back in realization she retracted her telling fangs, "oh that." She stood up fluidly returning her skirt to her waist.

"Yea that!" Thornton jumped over the couch as if cushion and wood could protect her from the blond force.

Pam wiped at her mouth, licking the blood off her finger of her left hand while the right rested leisurely on her hip.

"Don't be dramatic."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you'd mind," she answered walking around the couch. Thornton stepped back from the blond determined to keep her distance.

Thornton adjusted her clothes to dispel the gloom of foolishness that washed over her as she realized what she had just done.

"I hate vampires!"

"And yet you work for them."

"All money is green at the end of the day."

"Thornton enough," Pam was growing tired of the dramatics.

The thief shook her head, "fuck this."

She made it to the door, but then she was savagely pushed against it pressed there under the vampires body. "Let me go you fucking blood sucker."

Pam hated for the game to end. Though, nothing could last forever.

"Why the fuck were you trying to break into my house?"

Thornton stiffened. Her house? Then that meant….fuck. "I don't know who you are. You've got to be more specific, I break into a lot of houses."

She donned the southern accent again, "let me refresh your memory….I'm talking about the night we met."

Thornton refused to give up that easily. She didn't have anything to lose. The vampire couldn't kill her. She wouldn't know how she thought smugly. Her forehead connected with the door, as if the blond had read her thoughts and made sure to press harder emphasizing the pressure on Thornton's left arm.

"Ahh…. I met a librarian not a monster than night."

"Sorry to bust your fucking bubble but we're one in the same," she turned Thornton around until she held her by her neck at the door. At first it was about pressure. Now, she loosened her hold so Thornton could talk uncomfortably.

She made a point to look the vampire over, "that's too bad," Pam could have sworn she heard genuine remorse in the thief's voice.

"Talk."

"I am. You just don't like what I'm saying."

"I could—"

"Snap me in half. Break every bone in my body. Oh wait…make me wish m parents had been wearing protection….Save it. I heard it all before," she pushed against the hand. "And it won't change what plenty of vampires before you know. You can't kill me."

Pam tilted her head. A nail ran along the side of Thornton's cheek.

"My my my aren't we cocky,"

"Vampire's can't have the monopoly on forever or cockiness."

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The sun would be coming up soon. During her playtime she lost track of time. She found handcuff's and placed them on Thornton then threw her in the bathroom until she figured out how she wanted to deal with her.

Grabbing her cell phone she looked through the call log. Tara handcuffed to the heater smiled up at the vampire as the blond gave her a hard look.

"Aren't you a smart cookie."

Thornton sighed heavily popping her neck. Pam hated that shit. "Why don't you let me out of here."

"Tell me what I want to know."

"Tell me your name."

"You don't know."

"If I knew it I sure as hell wouldn't have fell for that Sophie act," the dark skinned woman seethed.

Pam pulled out her own phone and dialed Lafayette's number. From her vantage point Thornton admired the blonds' legs.

"I need you at the Roseland Hotel, you know the room," she stated tersely.

She didn't care what he was doing, but if she couldn't finish what she started then he wouldn't either. She vaguely remembered her partner saying something about a date night with a man of Latin persuasion.

"Bringing in reinforcements?"

"Well you are a thief. I wouldn't put it passed you to McGyver your way out of handcuffs. I'm not raring to meet my true death in the near future so you'll be accompanied by a good friend of mine while I sleep."

"You could let me go and never have to see me again," Thornton proposed as she tugged on her cuffs.

Pam quirked her brow at the action.

The thief continued, "I don't know your name. I don't want to know it."

"It's not about what you know darling." Pam stalked toward her leaning forward as she invaded Tara's space with her lovely perfume. Thornton's body betrayed her, but her resolve remained the same when Pam examined her eyes. Her words were delivered with a cold inflection. "It's about what I want to know."

"I guess we're both shit out of luck then," Thornton ground out obstinately.

Pam shook her head slowly. The image of cat and mouse came to mind, but Thornton pushed the image back. She'd been through worse. And if this in any way could be worse than what she'd been through, then she would at least have a memory to cherish.

"What?"

"Only one of us is shit out of luck," the blond stated before the hotel door blasted from and unknown force on the other side. Pam looked at the smoke collecting in the main room. Her hair whipped around in her face. She looked at Thornton like she had something to do with this, but the dark woman gave her a look that hinted she was a little preoccupied with being handcuffed. Thornton pulled on the cuffs for emphasis.

Pam turned her back on the thief then started to the opening of the door. She crouched low holding the molding under hand. She heard the booted footsteps of the intruders. From the corner of her eye she saw Thornton searching for something behind her, but a imminent threat put Thornton's attempt at escape on the back burner.

"Shit," she heard the dark woman groan.

Pam counted six. They were all human and heavily armed. They wore masks to protect them from the gas that they deemed even the playing field how wrong they were. She smiled crookedly at she swept through the room dispatching five leaving one alive and thinking his comrades were still alive. His gun was drawn at the door, but he lowered it a little. Then he turned and Pam hand met the dangerous end of the weapon slamming it into the wall. He fired on reflex, but it only ruined the architecture of an attractive arch Pam admired about the room.

Thornton newly freed with the handcuffs dangling stole the soldier's gun placing it at the center of his temple.

"Shit please don't kill me."

Pam tilted her head at his pleas rolling her eyes at how quickly he'd become pathetic. Everyone's a badass with a gun. She smiled at her thought as Thornton had confident with her weapon.

"Who sent you?"

"We were sent to help. You were taking too long with the delivery."

The vampire's fangs came out as she innocently asked, "delivery?"

"Godric's diary," the soldier swallowed.

Thornton hit him on the head. He fell t his knees then face first on the carpet. Thornton held the gun up to Pam's head.

"I'm shaking," she answered nonchalantly. "That's not going to kill me."

"I might slow you down long enough for me to get out of here."

"I knew you were the love em and leave em tight. But somehow I thought I'd be different."

"Oh you are," Thornton looked the woman over, "in more ways than one."

Thornton with the gun drawn headed outside. She stopped at the door of the hallway making sure there were no more surprises. Hurrying down the hall she hit the button to the elevator. Pam sped beside her. Her head rose as she saw the lights speeding closer to the number of their floor.

"I broke a fucking nail," she said conversationally.

Thornton snorted putting the gun in her back pocket.

"What do I call you?"

Pam turned to the dark woman when the bell ran and the doors slid open to reveal an disgruntled black man. His anger forgotten he looked between his boss and his cousin addressing both by name.

"Tara," Pam looked at Thornton pointedly. He followed with, "Pam," equally shocked to see them together and their clothes in disarray. "Do I smell smoke?"

Thornton got in, "yea some shit got blown up," she pressed the button for down. Pam followed at a more sedate pace stopping the doors from closing.

"Lafayette, I'm curious how you know," then she paused, "Tara is it?"

She saw the dark woman's jaw clench in response as she stared at the numbers going down now.

"Is that your name?" he addressed Thornton developing an abrupt case of amnesia. "I didn't…" he trailed of when Pam looked pissed.

Then she looked between the two recognizing subtle similarities in the cheek bones and the nose. "Jesus Lafayette tell me you're not related," his silenced answered her wince. "You could have done better."

Thornton's eyebrows hiked.

"It's not like I had much of a choice. Blood is blood."

"You ain't no picnic either," Thornton threw at him as she glared at their reflections from the pristine elevator surface. "You still taking what ain't yours?" she was referring to an incident that happened in elementary school. It was long ago, but she felt it had a pertinent relevancy since she was being picked on.

"See that's why we never got along. You couldn't handle I got more dick than you."

"You got more dick because pussy is more fun," she shot back.

"Girls girls," Pam droned, "enough," she stopped them sounding tired. When the doors opened she was the first to get off. Lafayette gave his cousin an unkind glare before he followed behind his partner to the getaway car.