When they arrived at the warehouse Tara had wrongfully assumed Pam was coming inside as well. Her maker informed that she had some business to tend to. Jessica and Eric's sister were out patrolling. Eric was with Sookie. Tara didn't want her to go. She went so far as to think Pam's business was imagined just so she wouldn't have to be with Tara alone. Instead of voicing her thoughts Tara nodded her head and went inside.
It was quiet and there was still plenty of night left. Pam brought her directly here for a reason. Did she want to test Tara? Brown eyes inspected the room. Then she shook her head at the absurdity of hidden cameras. Since Pam told her to stay she would. Well rested and full of energy she looked for something to entertain her.
Running her fingers over the keyboard of her phone: What you doing bitch I need a favor
Taking off her coat and her over shirt it left her in a dark green spaghetti strap shirt. She went upstairs. She walked through the space looking through the mess of metal, wood, and plaster. Rummaging through the metal she picked up four identical metal containers that were the size of her body length.
For someone, who didn't have supernatural abilities, they would have been hard to carry down the steps. She hefted one of her over shoulder taking them down one at a time. Using metal cable she also found she wrapped the four containers together. The wires were wrapped around the top and then tightened at the bottom so they wouldn't move. The metal container dented a little from the tightening. Looking over her handiwork, she separated the rest of the metal cable with her nail and wrapped the individual cables around the cables that tightened the top of the containers.
Standing back with the metal containers swinging a little she smiled at her homemade punching bag. She bounced on her toes playfully. Bringing her arms up to cover her body and her face from an unknown assailant she bounced around the metal. She started out tapping the 'bag' to make sure she wouldn't obliterate it so soon.
It didn't take her long to find her rhythm. Her punches become more consistent building in strength. Pain didn't register. Her surroundings were blacked by exhaling her frustration and rage; there was nothing left to see except the faces staring back at her from the metal. They came one by one and each hit seemed stronger than the last. There were two recurring face she couldn't get over. Pam and her mother— her blows came in a hurried succession. Faces went out of focus and then reappeared mockingly.
"Fuck you," her fangs came out. The metal didn't stand a chance denting with every hit that wasn't as controlled as the others had been. "Fuck you," she growled hitting harder until the metal flew back, separating from where it was connected to the ceiling. She expected a crash, but Nora caught it before it hit the wall.
Nora sat the metal down. Tara's skin was dark chocolate glowing. "Fuck who?"
Tara glared meeting Nora's blank gaze. "Fuck you," she started, "and everybody else. Where's Jessica?" Tara asked she had yet to retract her fangs.
"Patrolling. I couldn't stomach her for another minute. How are you with things that hit back?" Nora walked over to the couch taking off her jacket.
Tara smirk was feral. "Come over here and find out." Tara lifted up her hands taunting her elder.
They were blurs fighting to get dominance. Fists met flesh and nails buried in skin leaving lines of blood because the wounds healed soon after. They were like this until Nora easily threw Tara on the ground. The vampire didn't get the hint and several more tries before Nora finally pinned her down. "I like you better down here," Nora kept her hands on her Tara's wrists as she straddled her body. The younger vampire tried to shake the older stronger one, but it was useless. Tara's body reacted. Her mind didn't catch up until she realized their lips were pressed together. Tongues were warring for control like their bodies from seconds earlier.
Nora pulled up tearing her lips away. Tara saw her mouth open to say something, but she followed her and claimed her lips again. Tara's hands cupped Nora's face as she lost herself in the contact. Excited at the prospect of release Tara's hands dropped to Nora's ass pushing her encouragingly as Nora began a slow, but sure rhythm humping her.
Nora turned them over then drove her hand in Tara's jeans. Holding herself up with one hand the baby vamp closed her eyes riding the eager fingers to the oblivion quintessential to ecstasy. It didn't take long. Tara jerked and bucked until she fell onto her back moving Nora's hand away before it could do anymore damage.
Tara's phone vibrated. Picking herself up her pants was left unbuttoned. Doing a further inventory of her clothes she realized her shirt was torn beyond repair.
What you need hookah?
Sweet revenge the vampire mused
I need that video of Jason Stackhouse. You know what video bitch.
The video had been payment for v when Lafayette dealt the shit. She remembered how apprehensive Jason had been mostly to know that people he knew would see it. She could kill him, but it wouldn't make things right. He'd be dead, but where was the suffering? She needed something publicly humiliating and the video was the closest thing she could get to on short notice. It would be her apology to Pam.
What the fuck you need it for?
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Pam descended the stairs of their temporary lair. She eyed the spacing noticing the crumbled up metal leaning against the wall. Other than that nothing seemed out of place. Her finger ran along the back of the couch as her nose twitched. She smelled sex.
"Aren't you going to ask me how it went?"
Nora didn't care for the former prostitute. The relationship remained mutual because of their love for Eric. Though, even with that white flag drawn Pam's request had been unexpected.
Despite what Jessica and Tara thought about Pam not understanding what they were going through, the elder vamp knew. Everything was amplified killing, fucking, eating were all impulses that plagued the young vampires when they turned. Tara would want it all, though her restraint had dually impressed and worried her maker.
"No," Pam didn't need the details. Being privy to Tara's emotions she got more than enough. Nora's seduction worked perfectly, sating her progeny, for now. Her progeny's emotions were strong enough to channel Pam's arousal, but she willed herself to stay away. Her position as maker, she still wanted to separate maker from sexual partner for both Tara and her sake. The treatment of her progeny had been rough, but warranted. A woman like Pam didn't let small things upset her so easily. If she were truthful with herself Fangtasia was just a thing. A building she'd grown attached to because it was hers and it felt like a place she could call home. Years with Eric living like nomads, she accepted she would never have one. She couldn't miss what she never had. But Fangtasia hadn't been a dream. It was a reality or rather now charred remains of a reality.
Jessica steered clear of Pam now. She didn't blame the girl after what she had seen Pam do to Tara. And she had nothing to do with the fire. Pam thought hard on her reaction. Where did it come from? Why had it manifested so physically at the cost of her progeny's pride. The only answer she that made sense was that if she felt betrayed she would have had to feel its opposite towards Tara to feel so deeply wounded.
It seemed that logic wasn't just exclusive to her. "You really like this baby vamp don't you?"
Pam cut her eyes at Nora.
"It was by my suggestion you fuck her? Does that sound like someone who is infatuated?"
"Throwing women at her won't make her forget about you."
"If that's how you feel then why sleep with her?"
Nora shrugged, "I'm living a little." Years focused on her career she knew there were sacrifices she made to indulge in life's more reckless pleasures.
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Lafayette, on his couch with a blunt, was glued to the television was on cloud nine, hell, he might have been higher. Interrupted by knocking at the door he got up with one last hit before putting it down carefully in a tray. Pulling the cloth that covered his door he saw his cousin standing there.
"Invite me in bitch."
Unlocking his door, "you may enter."
"That shits gonna kill you," she pointed to the blunt Lafayette had put it away.
He rolled his eyes at his cousin, "so is letting vampires in my house. Now, what kinda shit you trying to get me caught up in?" He held out the CD he burned the footage on.
Snatching it out of his hand, she studied it, "just a little payback. Is this the whole thing?"
"With cute sexy strong body Jason? Why?"
"He fucked with Pam," she said as a matter of fact.
"Uh huh," he eyed taking a hit before he returned it to the tray "What's going on with you and her?"
Tara narrowed her eyes at her cousin. "Nothing."
"You into her." Lafayette visibly frowned with the dawning realization. He knew her well enough to see passed any lie.
"If I am…?" she waited in challenge.
"That fucking v bitch done shot your common sense the fuck up. Fucking Pam?" He started pacing back and forth. Remembering his blunt he bent down to take it hit sucking in the herb.
Tara sat down waiting for her cousin to settle down. Resting her elbow on the chair arm she held her head as her cousin continued to pace and smoke.
"I like her. I thought she liked me. Then she went on about some bullshit about me growing up."
Lafayette blew out the smoke he'd been holding. "You know what? This the kind of shit I ain't worrying about anymore. I meddled in your life and you almost ate me for it. So if you want to fuck the crazy ass blonde, then by all means fuck the crazy ass blonde."
Tara glared from her position on the couch. Her cousin had coined her perfectly 'crazy ass'. So why did she like her so much?
