Helpfully the helper keeping Tara in place guided her to Franklin's side. Two watchful eyes stared directly at the fuming blond outside the door. He wanted to close it and when he made mention of it Franklin shook his head negatively.

"Let her watch," she smiled crookedly.

"Tara," the blond glared, "now would be a good time to do something," she stated going against everything she told the dark skinned woman earlier. There limitations to decorum and family or not he crossed a line and he would pay and as she stewed pacing in front of the door like a caged animal she played with the trigger of her gun while Tara stared off in the distance looking no more able to help than she was stuck outside the house. She called her name fruitlessly because the younger vampire didn't answer in a trance of Franklin's making.

From the floor with his shoulder burning he ordered the priest to start the vows. The priest did as she was told slowly not because he was reluctant only because everything about this ceremony was unorthodox from the wounded groom to the flighty bride pinching at the air in front of him. Pam schemed and reasoned managing to come up with several solutions and none of them fool proof all of them were invariably risky.

Fortunately, and totally unbeknownst to her, she had an ally on the inside scheming as well. Lafayette stood on the sidelines watchful of every player. Pam was pacing on the outside of the door looking for a shot. It was a good sign she hadn't started shooting outright endangering Tara at her most vulnerable, perhaps the woman cared after all. Franklin remained wounded on the floor with a glowing injury that was frankly looked like some sort of alien probe. The priest sweating bullets was a mess of fear and anxiety stumbled over his words angering Franklin who wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. And then there was Franklin's helper who stood at Tara's side with a firm hold on her arm looking like more of a groom than Franklin.

The situation wasn't promising, and every option wasn't ideal, but it would be worst if Franklin kept them both trapped with whatever else he had under his sleeve of influence.

"Hurry up!" he yelled rolling his eyes to the priest who skipped parts to appease his employer. The wording was similar to the ceremony of a human wedding. There were deviations where blood would bind them instead of superficial rings. Blood was sacred and gift to whoever was allowed to taste it from straight from the vampire.

"Is there anyone here, who objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your piece."

Collective looks were sent to Pam's direction as she paused her pacing meeting them with a dead stare of aggravation, "for fucks sake."

Lafayette took over Tara using her strength to clench the helper's chest digging with her nails using mostly momentum to grasp his heart. The splatter covers the reposed Franklin who grunts in surprise not expecting the red shower.

"Invite her in," Lafayette spoke for Tara, using his most threatening growl.

The priest was stuck between a rock and an even bigger rock when he invited the blond vampire in. Practically propelled into the home she stopped near Franklin. She pressed her foot of her heel on his wound. Sending a cursory look to Tara she held out her hand. Lafayette took it slowly and the priest who had been dumbstruck stood shaking minutes away from soiling himself.

"Nice dress," she droned unimpressed.

Lafayette grimaced and Pam couldn't help, but be amused by the way it looked on Tara.

"Are we going to kill him?"

Pam would have loved to, but the night could be salvaged there was no need to start a war after all. The damage had been done, but a single UV bullet didn't satisfy Pam's urge to get even. It was a character flaw she owned and celebrated plotting against the people who wronged her to taste the sweet the nectar of revenge. It was an intoxicating sensation she couldn't seem to shake from her first kill that also happened to commit a great wrong against her in her human life. Franklin had joined the ranks of a select few that Pam called the deserving.

"It's not ideal," she looked at the blood and Franklin's whining should have been a mood killer, but for the moment it was perfect. She dropped her gaze on Tara again after assessing the room that had been made up simply with little production—one might not even know they were walking into a wedding ceremony where the den meets the foyer. "But, what do you think?"

"About?" Lafayette hiked Tara's brows.

"This is what you wanted right," she pressed her foot down purposefully on Franklin's shoulder, "a wedding…since I can't get out of it—let's do it, right now."

"Now?" the ghost stalled.

Pam tilted her head bored with the questions, "unless you've changed your mind." Cool blue eyes glared at Franklin who shifted underneath her.

"Don't do it Tara. She doesn't love you like I love you," he continued with more force, "no one will love you like I love you!" he tried to convince her from his back.

"Look he's fighting for you Tara," she patronized, "all from the flat of his back," she crouched as her voice lowered to a threatening timbre, "and under my heel." She sneered, "You do have a way with the ladies don't you?"

"She'll never love you," he groaned assuredly.

"You'll never have her," Pam gloated. Sometimes pain and death were unfitting easy punishments that were widely overused as if other versatile avenues of revenge didn't exist. "Priest," she said still boring cool triumphant eyes at Franklin's frantic brown.

"She wants to be with me!"

The shaking priest alert responded with a reserved, "yes?"

"Marry us." She watched the words cut deep and Franklin's tears began to fall in earnest.

"You marry them and I will spend eternity ripping you apart in the most excruciatingly ways. You won't recognize yourself when I'm done with you priest! You'll forget yourself in agony because the horror I have in store for you priest will be the likes you're human mind has never seen. You'll crack because I'll break you!"

"Promises promises," Pam droned happily holding up her gun. "Now," she ordered.

"Pam," Lafayette tried to reason with her, but what could he say? We can't get married because I'm not Tara he experimented with the thought internally frustrated by the absurdity of it.

The blond reclaimed her hand using the other to use as a visual reminder of who he should really fear. His stumbling was becoming annoying as he started over and like Franklin Pam rushed him to the juicy part with Franklin's crying beneath her begging like he was being physically tortured.

"Please don't do this," he whined his eyes closed imploring anyone to save him from the misery of watching the woman he loved and would protected married off to a blond harlot. "Tara I'll never forgive you if you do this," he threatened pathetically knowing that his pleas were in vain, but he couldn't help himself anyway.

"If there's anyone here—"

Pam lifted the gun to the priests head, "don't fuck with me," she stated. "Get to the part where I'm hers and she's mine."

Nodding his head furiously he said the final words that bound them forever. There was one more thing left of the ceremony. The exchange of blood Pam lifted their hand sinking her teeth into Tara's flesh encouraging Tara to do the same. Lafayette did so slowly and hesitantly until Pam practically threw her wrist against Tara's fangs, so he drank her.

"Now you are one."

Franklin deflated sank lower no longer feeling the pain of the bullet he completely shut down when she saw Tara feed on the blond. Dreams of their family life dissipated into a dust at Pam's horrendous blow cemented by the gloating in her eyes as her lips red from tasting his Tara gleamed.

"You'll pay for this," he repeated over and over long after they'd crossed the threshold of the house.

Pam swung the keys she retrieved from the driver's remained as she followed Tara to the car. They wouldn't make it to the manor on time, but she did know of one place they'd be relatively safe, from the sun at least. Pleased with herself didn't mind the feeling of being bound to someone else. It didn't feel that much different than before. She was the same vampire, the blond hadn't grown a second hand, and her feelings for Tara were still lust driven. Love hadn't come after her and broken her will to become a codependent mess for the dark skinned vampire. And when she began thinking marriage wasn't as bad as it seemed that nothing would change her feet slowed when she glanced at Tara.

"Who the fuck are you?"

She held up the gun up to Tara's head and when Lafayette stopped walking the first thing he saw was the barrel of her gun.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he held her hands up in reflex taking a cautious step back and to the side, but to no avail since the gun followed.

"I'm asking the questions," Pam glared, "who the fuck are you and what did you do with Tara," her eyes trailed over his dark skin and long eye lashes. He wore a scarf over what she assumed might be a bare head underneath and his tight shirt stopped in a 'v' to show off his lack of cleavage topping it off with jeans and burgundy nail polish.

"You can fucking see me?" Lafayette gasped, "Holy shit."

"Where's Tara?"

"Whoa whoa hookah don't shoot she's here," he pressed his fingers against his chest; "me and her got a freaky bond where I can be her—when she needs it."

Pam looked at him in disbelief.

"You shoot me you shoot her," he explained slowly.

The blond considered, "the sun's coming," she unlocked the car door with the key-less entry and Lafayette followed jumping in the passenger seat as Pam drove like a maniac racing the sunrise.

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The End, but it will continue in Part 3 when I get to writing it, just let me catch up on the other stories I have unfinished.