A/N: I know, I know I'm late. But here's is chapter 7! I know I probably gave all of you a heart attack with that cliff hanger from the previous chapter but I'm glad you liked it. Without further ado, here's the next installment. As always, please let me know with you thought with a couple lines, they make my day and give me the motivation to continue my craft.
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Tara was floundering and there was nothing keeping her grounded but the feel of Naomi's lips against hers moving with a deliciously sinful intent. She didn't know when she had started kissing her back but suddenly a tide of memories that had been repressed nearly a year ago came rushing back full force to flood the shores of her mind. Her leaving Bon Temps for what she hoped would be for good. Driving with no set destination in mind. Arriving in the Big Easy for what was only supposed to have been a pit stop to refuel, grab a bite to eat, and then be on her way. But something had happened. She'd met Naomi who had introduced her to the ring as well as other things about herself she had never known and New Orleans had become her home.
Until Lafayette had sent her that fateful text message, letting her know that Sookie was still alive. The text message that had brought her back to Bon Temps. The text message that would eventually end things between her and Naomi. The text message that had inevitably her brought her to Pam.
Pam.
Her eyes fluttered open then and she broke the kiss with an unnecessary gasp. "W-what are we doin'?" she murmured softly, trying to gather her bearings while fighting against the almost animalistic urge to kiss the girl again.
The question was hardly out of her mouth before the caustic burn of a silver chain around her neck cut the words short and drew a strangled scream from her throat as her ebony skin sizzled and smoked beneath the heavy links.
"No!" Naomi cried, jumping to her feet and grabbing at the assailant that had run up behind Tara, wielding the silver chain, "No, you said you weren't going to hurt her Carmen!"
"Are you fucking stupid?" the pale brunette barked as her grip on the chain tightened, evoking another pained cry from Tara, "She's a vampire, querida. She could kill us in two seconds!"
"This was a trap?" Tara rasped, struggling to speak through the pain, "Why Naomi?"
"No!" Her former lover yelled out again, shaking her head emphatically, "Not a trap. I swear."
"Then what - ?" And that's when she felt excruciating pain burst in her knees – first the right and then left. This pain was different though, it wasn't physical but metaphysical. She'd experienced it during the war when Pam had been hurt and recognized it instantly. It made her struggle in earnest against Carmen's hold.
"You have to let me go and I promise I won't hurt y'all. Pam's in trouble. I gotta go to her. Please."
Naomi shook her head again and now she smiled, a smile of relief that just seemed scarily out of place considering the situation. "Remy and Louis got her. We're going to get rid of her once and for all."
Tara's eyes widened and she was sure that had she been human, her heart might have stopped. She even forgot the pain of the silver as her jaw dropped in disbelief.
"W-what?"
"It's her fault we broke up Tara. She promised to kill us, to kill you that night in case you forgot and we're going to make sure that doesn't happen. We're going to kill her. It's the only way for us to be together!" There was something crazed in Naomi's eyes now and Tara couldn't do anything but shake her head. Carmen however was growing impatient and she wrenched the chain tighter.
"Get on with it querida, we gotta meet the boys at the gym."
"I'm sorry baby," Naomi murmured apologetically, reaching out to draw a tender caress across an ebony cheek but Tara snatched herself away from the touch.
"What the fuck makes you think I'm coming with y'all psycho bitches?" the baby vampire growled.
"Because, negrita," Carmen whispered in an eerily dulcet tone right in her ear, "How else will you kill the blonde one?"
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Pam's knees were slowly, painfully starting to heal. But that didn't exactly matter at the moment. She was silvered down in the trunk of a white Toyota Camry having been unceremoniously deposited therein by one of the two meatheads who had attacked her outside of the club. The only positive thing out of this entire situation being that according to the bond, she was getting closer and closer to Tara.
Who was still in pain.
She closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath focusing all her energy on the bond, fighting through the pain of the silver to send a wave of reassurance down Tara's end. The baby vampire was panicking which was a strange emotion coming from Tara because in the six months plus that they had been bonded, Pam had never felt her Child panic before. Tara was usually the level headed one so the older vampire knew something must be terribly, terribly wrong to evoke that particular emotion.
'Don't worry,' Pam whispered through their metaphysical connection, 'We're gonna be alright.'
The gesture had the desired effect and relief bubbled in the center of Pam's chest. There was nothing left now to do but wait for the car to stop moving.
This wasn't supposed to be happening. The war was over. And New Orleans had been far more tolerant to the supernatural community unlike those backwater cesspools like Bon Temps and rural Shreveport so Pam doubted this was a crime being orchestrated by some sicko vampire hate groups. No, this had everything to do Naomi. She was sure of it. It was clear that the fiery Oriental had been planning this and had lured Tara away to separate them so her vicious scheme could be played to full effect.
Pam couldn't wait to kill her.
She was going to enjoy it too. Just to watch the light leave Naomi's almond shaped eyes and hear her golden hued throat rattle with her last breath. God, it was starting to turn her on.
The engine was killed several moments later and the two assailants got out of the car. Pam could hear their heartbeats kick up several notches as they approached the trunk. The internal lock clicked open and her eyes fluttered shut against the assault of a powerfully bright street lamp they must have parked the car beneath.
"Now you boys are selfish," Pam deadpanned, as one of the pair reached in to haul her out, "One of you could've stayed back here to keep me company."
The Beauliere warehouse had been converted into a fighter's gym sometime in the 1960's. It was a large four story building on a seemingly deserted dead end strip containing other boarded up storage houses and outlets. Pam was dragged out of the trunk of the car, her hands silvered behind her, another chain around her neck. She limped due to the state of her partially healed knees but her captors pressed onward, kicking open the door to the gym, and frog marching her inside.
Her eyes instantly sought out her progeny.
Tara's gaze met Pam's and her eyes widened at the sight before her. She instantly got a flashback of her Maker being led out of Fangtasia by the authority cops after taking the blame for Elijah Stromer's death which then warped into the memory of Governor Burrell's swat team storming into Fangtasia and holding her at gunpoint. A flame sparked in the center of her chest and Pam felt it. She sent a tiny head shake to her Child because she already knew how they were going to get out of this situation. She had the place cased in ten seconds just as Eric had taught her and all she needed was her hot headed progeny to stay calm. Just for few moments.
Then she could wild the hell out.
One of the men aimed a kick to Pam's back, knocking her silver weakened body to her knees.
"Go ahead Tara!" Naomi cried, her eyes glazed with manic excitement, "Do it! Do it now and we can be together! Kill her!"
Obsidian eyes met cerulean blues and the blonde nodded, her bee-stung lips curling around the word. "Now!"
