A/N Thanks for all the positive comments and message here's a little more.
Chapter 7
"Pa…" Tara fell to a heap before she could finish her makers name, Pam caught her up in her arms. She made a quick sweep of the room gathering Tara's things and stowing them in her own neat handbag. She arranged Tara in her arms more comfortably and flew of out the cubby hole, and into the stars.
Tara stirred and groaned a little before snuggling in close to her Maker, tears rolled down her cheeks.
Pam made no effort to check her precious cargo, she was too full of rage and concern to focus on anything but her destination.
They made their way north west to the island of Koh Lanta, it was bigger than Koh LIpe and Pam knew a resort that would cater well to their needs.
Tara didn't wake for three night. She slipped in and out of consciousness, stirring only when Pam put a straw to her lips and commanded her to drink as soon as she'd had her fill she'd pass out cold again.
When she did finally stir, Tara found herself in a luxurious bed, the mattress was just right and the sheets were fresh and clean against her skin. She'd been recently washed, she could tell.
Tara opened a reluctant eye to slowly gauge her surrounding. The lighting was low and her Maker was reading fashion magazine by her bed. She caught every twitch and movement of her progeny and studied her with keen intent fashion be damned. And that was saying something.
Pam watched with gracious patience that bellaid her inner fury at the beautiful creature that was resting before her.
"Pam, where am I?" Tara spoke softly as her voice scratched in her throat.
"Still in Thailand, I didn't want to move you too much."
That placated Tara for the time being, and for the longest time there was silence once more, and Pam thought Tara had drifted back into sleep.
Tara couldn't sleep anymore.
All too soon it came rushing back, images of her Mother attacking her at every age of her life then that night.
The night that broke her.
The night that was the death of Tara and birth of the monster that she could not control. She could still taste the bitter tang of her Mother's blood on her tongue. She cradled her arms and she could feel the imprint of her Mother in them.
"What the fuck did I do?"
"Sh, easy there little one." Pam spoke softly, all her instincts told her to join her lover on the bed, but she knew enough about Tara to give her, her space when she needed it, and right now… she clearly needed it.
"Pam?" Tara reached for her, and that was all the signal Pam needed. In a split second Tara was nestled in Pam's bosom in the bed, and an instant calm washed over her, soothing her soul.
"You did what had to be done Tara." Pam spoke lowly, trying to keep herself calm so as not to spook her lover, she kept her hand in perpetual motion on Tara's back as she started to trickle her love through their bond inch by inch.
Tara buried her head deep in to Pam's chest drinking it all in, god she'd missed this.
"Tara you're not in any trouble you know."
Tara lifted her head sharply and looked at her Maker bewildered.
Pam laughed softly.
"Oh my childe… Did you really think Eric and I couldn't handle it?"
"We've done worse than that before."
"No one's looking for you Tara, no police force and sure as hell no Authority can fuck with you. You are still free my love."
Tara couldn't speak and barely spoke another work through the night. Tears fell, and crusted up, and Pam was ever at the ready to dab them away and hold ever tighter to her one true love.
It took a week until Tara was fully back in the present. They were still on the island, Tara had taken to long swims deep in the sea, she'd dive and dive deep into the darkness and be content for hours on end watching life patter on all around her.
As much as Pam wanted to swim with Tara she wanted to give the poor woman some space so that she could find her own serenity.
Tara would never heal if she had to rely on Pam all the time, she needed to fight her own fight and Pam knew it.
Tara herself was down in the depths of the Andaman following the swarms of fish on their merry way. Her mind was well off of her mother and blissfully blank, she felt the sway of the tide move around her, watched the fish scuttle to their sea beds or swim closer for a closer look.
This was bliss.
By the time Tara came to shore it was nearly dawn. Pam took in a sharp breath as a bikini clad Tara walked up the shore with complete grace and confidence, hips swaying, and with eyes serene and at peace. Though as soon as they locked on to Pam's predatory blues Tara knew she was home.
Pam soon swept Tara up in her arms and carried her back to their room.
