So, I changed the rating to 'M,' you'll see why if you keep reading. Hehehe… I'm pretty sure you will either love or hate this chapter. I doubt there will be an in between. And for the reviewers that squashed my guilt for writing such a long chapter last time: give me an inch, I'll take over 3,000 words.

So, without further ado….. The Vampire Pam and her willing Progeny : )

A/N I'm supposed to say I don't own anything, which is ok, because I don't.

The limo arrived on time. They crawled in and sat in silence.

"Where are we going?" Tara was curious, but not worried. She had enjoyed her evening so far. Maker Pam was proving to be delightful and her progeny trusted her implicitly. She had already made up her mind to follow Pam into whatever abyss she was taking them.

Pam was the one who was apprehensive. "You'll see." She smiled, but couldn't hide her anxiety from her child who now had access to her feelings.

Tara scooted closer to her maker and stroked her hand. "It's ok."

Pam kissed her and for a moment there was only warmth radiating between them. She pulled back and her blue eyes sparkled, "What did you think of Angelina?" She already knew, but wanted Tara to tell her.

"She's beautiful," she grinned "and talented." She was more thoughtful now. "What did she do to you?"

Pam met her eyes. "Why do you ask?" She knew why, but this was a perfect lesson.

"I could feel you, but…"

"What did you feel? And what did it mean?" She held Tara's hand.

"There was innocence, so I guess you knew her when you were pretty young. Also, a touch of reverence, but she is Sappho" she laughed, "so, I guess that's expected." Pam nodded, Tara was good. "You were lovers. You had feelings for her, but not as strong as the ones you have for me." She looked up and into azure orbs and her tone became serious. "But she betrayed," she thought better of it. "no, disappointed you."

Pam was proud. Her child was indeed a fast learner and she began to feel better about the night. She sighed. They had time for her to tell the story. "I was introduced to Angelina soon after being turned, maybe too soon." She chuckled. "As you can see she is quite charming and I had read about her when I was human. I was completely infatuated." She leaned against the seat and closed her eyes. Tara could feel the memories flowing through her. They were pleasant and tickled her chest. "When she asked me to leave Eric and live with her, I did. It wasn't to be permanent. Her affairs never were. Still, she kept me longer than most and I left her." This was a source of much pride for the blonde vampire and Tara could tell.

Tara didn't interrupt with questions, she didn't have to. She just let the story wrap around her. Pam knew when she needed further explanation and provided it. "She was the second woman that I was with." A wave of uneasiness flashed through their bond from Pam and she quickly continued. "You don't know what it was like. Today, you can do as you please, but then one was not able to 'indulge.'" She curled the word as she spoke, remembering the last conversation she had with her mother over a century ago. Perhaps, one does remember after such length of time, the blonde thought. She shook it from her mind and moved on. "As you can imagine, it was a pleasant surprise to find out that in death, one could drown in desire. As a vampire it is even encouraged." She opened her eyes and looked at her child.

Tara couldn't imagine. When Naomi found her Bon Temps before she was turned, she didn't hide their relationship. Things were different for her than they were for her maker and for the first time she thought about what life would be like for her 100 years from now. "Did you love her?"

"No, but perhaps it was out of spite." She laughed remembering. "Everyone else fell in love with her, I didn't have to." Tara knew that Pam was being respectful. She didn't and had never loved her, plain and simple.

"What happened?"

"She was gathering alliances for her bid as Queen of the IVC. We spent most of the time entertaining potential votes." She threw her hand up and waved it, "I despise politics, so it was painfully boring, but there was the bedroom and that was interesting enough to suffer through the tedium." She looked at Tara expecting something, but her progeny wasn't jealous or even concerned with anything, but learning more about what had made Pam the woman she was. The blonde smiled and slowly drifted into Tara's neck. Tara held her. "One night we were entertaining the king of Spain. He was very influential and had his own allies. With his vote, she would ensure her place as Queen of it all, but the king was more interested in me than politics." She grew sad; it was a sadness that stretched beyond her vampire years. "So, she offered me to him in exchange for his support."

"What did you do?"

"I gathered my things, there weren't many, and returned to Eric. He didn't ask any questions, just welcomed me like nothing had happened. A week later, the king called on me and I saw him. He got what he wanted and Angelina became Queen." It was very matter of fact and Tara noticed the absence of emotion, her maker was almost numb.

"What did you get?" Her progeny was concerned.

"Two powerful monarchs in my debt." She shrugged. She said it as if it was nothing. Tara supposed that after a century, it would be nothing, but she didn't know how far the nothing stretched. Before their courtship was over, she would. Pam would make sure of that.

"They would have been in your debt either way."

"Yes, but it was on my terms." She lifted her head and looked into her child's eyes. "I have had more lovers than I care to count, but it has always been and will always be …my choice." Tara could feel that this was more than a thought. This was a rule; no law, that Pam lived by. She replaced her head. "My choice." She affirmed almost absentmindedly.

They rode in silence the rest of the way.

XXX

They were in the middle of a nondescript downtown area, in Doesn't-Really-Matter, Louisiana. The car stopped at the end of a dark alley.

The black window separating them from the driver came down with a slight buzz. "Crimson, Mademoiselle. Would you like me to wait?"

Pam rolled her eyes and huffed. "Of course, but out of site. There's no sign for a reason. Park in the normal spot, I may send out a snack." She turned to Tara now. "You will meet Alphonse. He is stealing from me. Watch and do not speak unless I ask you to. Then, we dine." There were several things that Pam left out, but she didn't know how to explain them and there wasn't time anyway. She would have to show her progeny.

Tara sensed this and braced herself, though there was no preparing herself for what she was about to experience or how it would affect her.

Pam removed her cloak, before she exited. "You can take it off. I just wanted to see if you would wear it." She chuckled. It was a joke. Tara was proud and chuckled, too. Her maker grew serious. "You will not be able to speak freely once we enter, but we will have the bond." She touched Tara's chest and warmth filled them both. "Is there anything you wish to say before we begin?" Tara shook her head no.

She turned to open the door. Tara could feel excitement, anxiety, love and apprehension racing all through her. She placed her hand on her maker's shoulder and Pam turned to face her. Their eyes locked. "What is it?" She stroked her cheek.

"Nothing." But the young vampire leaned in and captured her maker's lips. It was soft and slow at first, but grew more passionate and needy with each stroke of their tongues. Tara could feel Pam's growing arousal.

Pam pulled back and panted needlessly. "Save it." It was soft. "Business first, ma petite." It was her first pet name and Tara melted.

They walked down the alley, without their coats. Pam's strides were deliberate and slow. The door they stopped in front of was not labeled and looked seedy at best. If she was human, the dark skinned vampire may have been nervous; even scared, but since she was a vampire and with her maker and surrounded by some imaginary light force field, she felt completely safe. Pam looked at her and smiled "Ready?" Tara nodded.

Pam lifted what looked like a doorbell and placed her thumb on the flat surface beneath. It glowed, there was a zap and Pam pulled back her finger. She instinctually put it in her mouth and sucked up the excess blood as her wound healed.

The door opened and they walked in. They seemed to descend into the building as they walked down a dark hallway, only to encounter another thicker door. Pam did the same as she did at the outside entrance, but this time her progeny licked the digit clean. Elevator doors opened and Tara followed her maker in. The blonde only offered a smile before pushing a large L.

When the double doors opened they were greeted by the portly man from the television screen.

Pam walked past him, her bored exterior securely in place. "Mademoiselle de Beaufort. Ms. Thornton, what a pleasure. It is not often that you grace us with your presence." The man had no neck and his words struggled as they came out.

Pam didn't acknowledge his greeting. "Is security gathered?"

He nodded eagerly. "Yes. With restrictions being lifted, we should be able to meet our target goals. This mess with the Authority has really put a dent in business." He was lying.

Anger rushed through Tara via her maker, but Pam didn't display any of it. If any business should pick up after the TruBlood factories were burned, it should have been this one. All of her other blood trades had increased their profit margins by at least 50 percent. It was this, more than anything that called for an in-person meeting. For her part, Tara remained silent and as stoic as she could.

During the exchange Tara had a chance to take in her surroundings. She still wasn't sure where she was, but security was high and the inside looked nothing like the outside. She would describe it as a waiting room in a lobby, though it was more extravagant than any waiting room she had ever seen. Everything was extremely large, yet detailed. There were three large doors covered in velvet; one purple and the others deep burgundy. They looked like cushions with gold dimples. It was plush and she could see her maker's touches throughout the room, from the crystal chandelier to the marble floors.

There was a large desk made out of the same material as the floor with a tall, slim man the color of caramel behind it. Tara would describe him as handsome. He wore a pink bow tie and blue pinstriped shirt. His cuff links matched his tie, but she couldn't see the rest.

Pam walked to the desk and addressed him. "Terrance, this is Tara Mae Thornton, my progeny." He smiled and nodded. Pam liked him. Tara could tell, so she smiled at him, but Pam's face didn't budge. "She will need to be checked into the system, so she can come and go as she pleases."

"Of course, Mademoiselle. Will you be requiring your usual accommodations?"

She nodded "But not just yet. I need to speak with Alphonse, first. No more clients tonight. Keep the girls around; I would like to check on them and Tara will need to pick one." Her anxiety rose and fell in their bond. "You stay too. I may need to speak to when I am done with Alphonse." The light skinned vampire nodded. Pam thought then continued. "Also, the car is parked in the normal spot. Please, send out Marie for Dennis. We may be a while." Pam waited, it was bait.

Terrance looked at her and thought before he spoke. "Mademoiselle, if I may? I believe Dennis is partial to Diane. She's working tonight. Should I send her instead?" Pam nodded and Tara could tell she was pleased. It was at this point that she realized Pam was testing the receptionist. Terrance typed something into the computer then walked over to the purple door. He punched something into the key pad on the wall and disappeared behind it.

Alphonse didn't speak the entire time. Tara wondered if he had any idea what was coming. She didn't either, but it couldn't be good.

Pam waited until the door was completely closed. She clasped her hands and turned to Alphonse. It was slow and her face was frozen. "Here, Alphonse. Call security to the lobby."

Alphonse did as he was told, then returned to his spot in front of Pam. Tara couldn't believe he had no idea what was going on. Then she saw it. On his right hand, his pinkie, it trembled. Pam followed Tara's gaze and was impressed once again by her child.

Security arrived. Tara watched on completely enthralled by this woman; her woman.

His voice continued to struggle and Tara wondered why the man had not just worn a larger collar. "Vladimir, Mademoiselle would like to discuss the new security protocol."

Pam interrupted, her voice was quite sweet and had a lethal charm attached to it. She was no doubt excited, but a small smirk was all she managed as she drawled, "Actually, Vladimir, I'd like you fine gentleman to escort our slippery friend here downstairs." Tara has seen this side of Pam before; standing outside Merlotte's as she slowly squeezed the life out of her. But it was different somehow. Whatever was about to happen seemed, completely justified, maybe even called for.

Before Alphonse could react or speak, they had blurred him through the middle burgundy door. A kindle of excitement began in Tara. Pam felt it and smiled at her progeny. Maybe she had nothing to worry about. The blonde smiled at the young vampire. She knew the men would stay with Alphonse until she arrived. The purple door opened and her smile disappeared.

She addressed Terrance immediately, but began walking to the last burgundy door on the other side of the lobby. "Has she gone to Dennis?" She already knew the answer, so she didn't wait for it. Terrance was superb at his job, but that wasn't the position she was worried about. The question was meant to let Terrance know to follow her. Tara noted that he wore a pair of pink satin slacks that matched his tie and fit perfectly as he hurried after Pam.

Pam opened the door looked around and closed it again. To the observer without a connection to the inner thoughts and feelings of the leggy blonde, it would seem completely normal. Only Tara knew that her maker had all intention of entering that room to finish their conversation. Only Tara knew that she had seen the mess and nearly panicked. Only Tara knew she was now improvising.

"Terrance, I asked Alphonse to gather some information for me. Do you know where it is?" Terrance walked into the room and back out again before Tara could register that he had gone.

"Here you are, Mademoiselle." He handed her the folders he had retrieved. Pam scanned them and Terrance began to walk toward his desk. He reached in the drawer. Pam didn't seem to notice or care. Tara could tell she trusted him. He walked back over to her with another set of folders. You could tell he was unsure, but who wouldn't be. Tara had to remember this Pam and the influence she had on people.

"Mademoiselle," Pam looked up at him and he swallowed. "I'm not completely …confident …those numbers" he swallowed again, "are completely accurate."

The blonde only arched an eyebrow, Terrance continued. "I know it's not my place." Pam dropped the papers and gave him her undivided attention. "I've been keeping my own logs, Mademoiselle. Were closed on Sunday and I'm off on Wednesday, so I couldn't record those days. But I see every client, take every call, schedule every service and take every payment on the other five days of the week. I've been recording the earnings for three months, now."

Pam was relieved, elated and proud. She didn't move. This was incredible. Tara was in awe. Pam felt it and lowered her eyebrow. She handed him both sets of folders "Compare these and tell me how much money he owes me." She crossed her arms in front of her and waited.

He didn't open the folders, but offered. "$24,500 dollars; It looks like every fifth cash transaction." Until now, Pam had expected much of Terrance told her, but this blew her away. He had not only compiled his own records and saved the blonde time and headache judging by the state of Alphonse's office, but he had already compared his results with the phony numbers and arrived at a conclusion.

Her voice was low and deliberate again. "Terrance, Alphonse is indisposed at the moment. Do you think you can review the girls with me instead?"

This was obviously not in his job duties, since he could not hide his fear. He took a deep and turned around to walk toward the door. Tara looked at Pam and made a show of lifting her shoulders in a silent laugh. Her maker winked and followed the over achieving vampire.

He repeated his earlier actions and they all disappeared behind the door.

The room on the other side of the door was large and just as grand as the lobby, only it had carpet and beautiful antiques sofas lingering about. Even though they were different sizes and shapes, they all seemed to add to the elegance of the room and the design didn't seem forced in the least. There was a large balcony that stretched across the back of the room with a mahogany banister with doors behind it.

The girls were already gathered. They were in various stages of undress, but each beautiful in her own way.

"Claire's in number three. Mr. Smith still has fifteen minutes. He's the last for the evening." Pam was relieved. Perhaps Claire was not her type, Tara thought.

Pam nodded "That's all right. Tara will choose from what is here." Pam walked up to the first girl. She looked her over and had her turn around. She was olive colored, with brunette hair and a very round ass. Tara liked and Pam smirked, she had enjoyed Marie, herself, on several occasions. She figured her child would like this one. She reminded her of Naomi.

"How are classes Marie?" Pam stroked her face. It wasn't sexual it was almost maternal. Marie answered and Pam asked a few more questions. She continued like this down the row. There were eleven girls in all – Claire made twelve – Tara was taking notes. Every now and then she would ask Terrance a question and he would answer. His answers were to her liking. From what Tara could tell, he was doing very well on whatever test Pam was administering.

Tara began to understand. This was some sort of expensive underground, blood brothel. For some reason, it didn't really surprise her. She couldn't have known just how appropriate this little operation was for the former Madame, because she didn't know her maker was a former Madame.

All of the girls had some part of their life other than 'work,' that Pam asked about. They were artists and students or working on research for some huge breakthrough, like Lisa a small Latina with a broad smile. They were an impressive bunch, but when Tara thought about her maker, this too seemed completely appropriate. No one had been there longer than two years. Tara assumed correctly that there must be a time limit for employment, but from the look of the place, two years would probably be enough to start a whole new life.

After she finished with the last girl, she turned to Terrance. "Thank you Terrance. You may go back to the front." He nodded and scurried away completely thankful to be out of the blonde presence.

After the door closed Tara turned to her maker and chuckled, "Do you think his balls will drop back into place by the time we are ready to go." Pam chuckled as well, but just shrugged. The younger vampire noticed that Pam was much more relaxed in the company of these girls than she had been all night.

Pam moved to stand behind Tara. She brushed back a few stray strands of hair and leaned into her ear. "What would you like for dinner, ma petite?" Tara knew Pam thought she would go for Marie. The blonde spent more time talking to the girl than the others and the young vampire knew it was for her benefit.

Tara knew Pam thought she would go for Marie, but she chose Anne instead. She knew she would choose Anne when she walked in the room and saw her. Anne was tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes. There was the warmth again and Pam nodded.

She walked over to Anne and her progeny followed. "Anne, how would you like to join us this evening?" Her drawl was sweet and seductive.

Anne's eyes lit up and she couldn't contain her excitement, though she did try. "It would be my pleasure." She smiled at the dark skinned vampire and blushed. Pam could smell the arousal flowing from their meal as well as the disappointment from the rest.

Pam locked her gaze on the blue eyes in front of her. She began in a soothing tone and the human's eyes glazed over. "Anne," She was glamouring her. "have you answered me honestly?" The blonde only nodded. She was in a trance. "Anne," she began again in the same tone, "what do you think of my progeny?"

Anne didn't blink or pause "She's fucking hot." Pam smirked and broke eye contact.

The blonde shook her head to clear her mind. She wasn't completely sure what had just happened, but she did work with vampires, so she had a good idea.

"Tara," she wrapped her arm around her waist and positioned her in front of their future meal. "Your turn." She pulled Tara's hair back and stroked her shoulders. "Don't look at her eyes, look through them. There's a heartbeat there. Once you've found it, speak."

It took all of 10 seconds for Tara to speak and Anne's eyes glazed over again. When Tara was done Pam smiled and they went back out to meet Terrance. The older vampire let him know of their choice. They would let him know when they were ready to receive her. The others were free to go home once security came back up. She and her progeny would be back downstairs. Pam said they had to have a discussion with Alphonse. Terrance seemed to know what this meant as his face winced at the thought.

XXX

They stood in a dungeon, not unlike the one at Fangtasia. Alphonse was chained to a pole not unlike the one Lafayette had been chained to at Fantasia. Once she was confident he was secure, Pam told security they may leave. She asked Vladimir to stay until Anne was finished for the night and walk her to her car.

Pam walked over to a small cabinet in the corner. They were out of sight and Alphonse began to cry. He was trying to say something, but between the sobs and his missing neck, Tara couldn't make it out. Pam didn't speak. She opened the cabinet and donned a pair of pink leather cloves. They stopped just above her wrist and only showed the smallest amount of palm.

She handed a black pair to Tara. They were plainer than Pam's, but would serve their purpose. "They're Eric's, but these will do for now. I'll get you a purple pair." She kissed her child on the mouth. She didn't see the harm, Alphonse wouldn't be telling anyone. Tara pulled the gloves on and Pam handed her a silver chain with a small knife on the end. She thought better of it and held out her hand. Tara returned the chain and her maker gave her a silver blade.

It was long enough to reach, but compact enough to maneuver. It glistened, like the one in the mahogany cabinet at home. Excitement raced toward Pam and almost knocked her over. She shook her head and smiled, of course "It's the one Eric uses." She whispered though she didn't have to. "You must remember this is business. You cannot lose control." She gave the instruction, though she herself lost control more often than not. "We are making a point, even if that point is not to fuck with us."

She smiled sweetly at her baby and Tara fell into a sea of sapphire that threatened to be her undoing. Tara couldn't hide it anymore she was turned on. The small ember had grown into a full blown fire as something primal and animal rose to the surface. She was concentrating very hard to contain herself. She would have taken her right there, if Alphonse had not begun to be vocal again. Pam kissed her once more. Tara could feel her lips curl against hers. "Are you ready, ma petite?"

Tara beamed and Pam could almost see all of her teeth. She should have had some apprehension. She should have stopped even, but she didn't. She simply nodded. The younger vampire chalked it up to the fact that this man had stolen from her maker and because of this, must pay. Pam was right, this was business.

Alphonse lasted all of five minutes, before he confessed, much to the blonde's disappointment. It was always more fun when one was trying to retrieve information. Tara felt it shoot through her. She, too, was sad. She thought it was a strange emotion for such a situation, but it was probably because she was a vampire now. It was invigorating.

Pam continued to poke and twist at the man for another few minutes before Terrance broke through on the intercom. "Mademoiselle, I am sorry, but there is an urgent call for you."

Pam rolled her eyes and her voice was uninterested as she called to the speaker, "One second." She grabbed Tara's blade and in two swift and extremely accurate strokes took off both of Alphonse's ears. He screamed. She rolled her eyes and cut off his tongue. The room grew quiet. She handed the blade back to Tara. "In case they grow back before I'm done." She walked closer to the intercom and faced the wall. "Ok, go ahead."

Molly's voice came out of the speakers. "I'm sorry to interrupted Ms. de Beaufort. Mr. Northman told me where I could find you."

Pam cut her off and hurried her along. "Speed it up cupcake, I'm in the middle of something."Pam's tone was both irritated and bored.

"Well, Mr. Khan called the office and he would like to meet you tomorrow evening. He said it is important and he is on his way to you. I am to get instructions and leave them for him to open when he arrives."

Pam was confused. "Did he say what this was about?" She heard the blade make contact three times. With Alphonse's muffled noises, she assumed Tara was doing as she instructed.

"No, ma'am. Just that it was too important to discuss over the phone and he would see you in the morning." There was a slice and then a thud.

Pam turned around. Tara stood there with an innocent expression on her face as she looked down to the man's arm lifeless on the ground. "Oops" She shrugged.

Pam laughed and turned back around. "Ok. Send a car for him and take him to Fangtaisa's parking lot. I'll meet him there at 8 and bring him to the safe house." Three more blades made contact. "Oh, and make sure there is someone for him to eat in the car when he arrives. He will be famished. You have his preferences listed?"

Molly confirmed and they ended the call. There were several more swipes, but they were too quick to be the ears or tongue, as Pam approached her progeny.

There was blood everywhere, but Tara had managed to stay clean. Pam looked at the mess in front of her. "Are you having fun?" She smiled. Tara nodded anxiously and grabbed her hand. She led her to the man hanging there. When Pam saw what she had been working on, she giggled. If she could blush, she would have.

There, in dripping crimson letters, on the rather abundant canvas that was the man's stomach were the letters "P + T" with a heart around them.

Pam took her free hand and brought it to her child's face. She stroked it in a calming way, as if she was preparing for her progeny's disappointment. "We must cut our little rendezvous short, ma petite." The wave of emotion that the blonde was anticipating rose in her from the other end of the invisible line that tethered them to one another. She took Tara's cocoa lips in her own to sooth her. As a consolation she added with a smile, "You have done exceptional. He has lost a lot of blood and it will take at least until sunset for him to heal completely, if he does at all." Tara brightened and she kissed her again. "We'll keep him here to think about what he's done. Vladimir can stake him tomorrow." They replaced their items, washed their hands and headed back upstairs.

When they arrived, Pam informed Terrance that he would now be running Crimson and should call Molly for details tomorrow.

XXX

Pam's accommodations were nothing like her room at home. The room they shared was bright and soft. This room was something on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. Pam liked the way the shadows danced on the walls from the flames, so Terrance had lit a fire as usual. The hearth was large, ornate and provided the only light in the entire room.

There was a large bed and a seating area; both were covered in red. Everything was a different shade or texture of the primary color. Much like the open area that held the girls, nothing matched, but every piece seemed to flow effortlessly into the next.

They stood in the middle of the room holding hands. Pam ushered Tara to the bed where she removed her shoes. Without them she was she was closer to eye level with the chocolate beauty in front of her. "How do you feel?" Pam wasn't worried. She had seen Tara at the Authority. She knew her child had a sadistic side and it made her a happy mother. Her child was learning and she was learning fast.

Tara just smiled. "Hungry."

"Good answer." She turned so Tara could unzip her. Tara didn't understand and she was slightly confused. Pam answered her question, once more before she had a chance to ask. "This could get messy. One does not eat in Gucci." Tara unzipped her and she turned around. Pam slid the dress down her slim frame slowly. She swayed her hips slightly and the dress fell to the floor. Tara pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and began to suck. Tara looked her maker up and down and took her in. The blonde stood there in a purple satin bra and panties as she fought to keep upright with everything Tara was sending her.

She took a step toward her child and touched her face. Her alabaster fingers slowly traced dark features and Tara closed her eyes. She calmed a little or at least steady some. Pam's touch had that affect on her, she wouldn't deny it. Tara sensed her lust before she felt her lips. Pam pushed Tara back. When her legs caught on the bed, she slowly crawled up it and slid back. Pam followed and rested between her legs. They never broke the kiss.

The kiss was deliberate on both parts. Tara was thanking her maker and Pam was rewarding her progeny. They rolled fast then slow, back then forth in a dance for dominance.

Tara pinned Pam and the blonde suckled her bottom lip until she was weak then reversed their positions. Tara brought a thigh to Pam's center and she moaned.

The baby vamp used the opportunity to roll the blonde back on her back and force her arms above her head. Long ivory legs wrapped around a dark torso on instinct. Pam slipped her hands from under Tara's and unbuttoned her pants as she rocked into her. She moaned and tried to steady her breath, but it was coming too fast.

Tara broke away as the blonde whimpered in protest, but it didn't last long. When her progeny began raking kisses up and down her neck and electricity shot from Tara's mouth to between her legs, she was back to moaning. She slipped into Tara's pants and grabbed her round ass with both hands. She pulled her in, threw her head back and closed her eyes. She wanted to push the slacks down, but was too focused on what was happening to be successful. "One… ah… shouldn't eat …oh …Donna Karen, either." Tara began to move lower, dropping kisses on her maker's smooth skin along the way.

Tara shimmied out of her pants but kept her plump pout on any exposed skin she could find. She could feel her maker lose control then regain over and over again. She was pacing herself. Pam had a game plan. There was no doubt about that. She brought her head up and looked at Pam. She was beautiful. Tara had never seen anything so beautiful and she crawled up to meet her. Her porcelain princess opened her eyes when she felt her watching her. She reached up a hand and stroked her cheek. Tara kissed her palm and spoke. "We should probably eat."

"Yeah." Pam couldn't muster more than that right now. Her head was swimming. Tara kissed her again then crawled off the bed. She reached out her hand and the blonde took hold.

Her child pulled her into a strong embrace and slowly began to sway them back and forth. She ran her hand down Pam's bare back and it sent chills up both of their spines. Tara whispered in her ear. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Pam smirked. "You say that now, but what about in 200 years."

Tara placed her head on her shoulder and sighed. "You will still be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Tara looked at her then spoke softly, "Pamela, thank you for today."

Pam's voice was softer than Tara had ever heard it before. "The night's not over. You may run, yet." She meant it to be a joke, but she was apprehensive about the next part. In fact, after Tara's reaction less than 24 hours ago, she was simply uneasy, but this had to be done.

She was hoping her child would surprise her like she had so many times before. Just in case she didn't, Dennis had been given instruction to take her home and Pam would stay here for the night, though that plan would have to change now that Khan was coming. Tara felt everything bubbling underneath the blonde's exterior and spoke gently, "What is it?"

Pam snapped out of it. It was now or never. "Nothing." She shook her head and kissed her child's hand to assure her. "Take this off." She pointed to Tara's shirt. "When you're done, sit on the couch. I'll call down."

Anne arrived three minutes later. She wore a champagne colored slip and nothing underneath. Pam smirked, it was very similar to one she owned and she knew her child would be pleased. Her hair was pinned up; exposing her neck on all sides, just as Pam requested. She smiled softly at the girl. The human craned her neck to look in the room. She didn't stop searching until she found what she was looking for; Tara sitting on the couch.

"Now Anne, it's important that you stay quiet. Do you understand?" The blonde nodded, but didn't take her eyes off Tara. Pam was sure if she had told her to stand on her head she would have, if that meant Tara would touch her. She tried not to be jealous. Before she could, she felt Tara get up and walk behind her. She stood firmly for support. As her progeny kissed her shoulder, all anxiety floated out of the door. Pam brought their meal in and closed it before her insecurities re-enter.

The older vampire turned and kissed her child, lightly this time. She very delicately guided Anne to the place Tara had occupied moments earlier. She motioned for her child to sit. Tara did as she was told.

Pam stood behind Anne and gently pushed her forward so she straddled her child. The human moaned at the contact. She lowered herself onto Tara behind the girl and pressed into them both. Pam could smell her arousal, the girl wouldn't need much she was more than willing. Her voice was low and sexy as she teased into the human's ear. "Playing hard to get are we?"

Slowly she tilted Anne's head so that she could see her child. Tara could feel the human's center; warm and wet on her stomach and her fangs clicked. She lowered her head and grazed her neck with her young fangs.

Pam stopped her, "Patience, ma petite." She was too turned on to be apprehensive and this really was something that her child should learn, "we must prepare her first." Pam's electric blue orbs searched brown ones for doubt or fear. She checked the bond. There was nothing flowing from her child, but unconditional love and undying trust.

Pam snaked her right hand around the girl her child had chosen for no other reason than she reminded her of her maker. She began instructing, "Emotions in humans are powerful." She let her fingers drift lazily down her stomach. She brushed her progeny's as well. Both women tensed at the contact.

The blonde brought her free hand under the slip and rested it on Anne's back. "You can taste them in the blood. Fear or joy even" her other hand continued its descent until it found its destination "lust." The human was wet, she was practically dripping and Pam knew it was all because of Tara. She couldn't help but feel a little pain at the thought that her child might return her affections. Once again, there was Tara to squash any doubt.

She crashed into Pam from over the human's shoulder. When she took her lips, she took them hard and Pam's fangs clicked too. Tara pulled her maker in closer by her thighs as the girl began grinding into the young vampire. Pam began to circle her clit with her fingers, while moaning into Tara's mouth. They drank each other in like they would never get enough of each other to satisfy their hunger and in truth, they probably never would.

Sweat beaded under Pam's hand. If Tara had needed breath, she wouldn't have survived the night, because what Pam was sending to her though the thumping in her chest was preventing her from doing anything but devour her maker's lips. The blonde rubbed up and down the girl's wet folds, grazing Tara's slightly with the back of her fingers as she went. They were both wet and Pam could feel her own arousal pooling in her panties. She broke away from her progeny's face "Fuck!" She panted and gasped for air she didn't need. She continued to stroke the girl up and down slowly as she tried to calm her and her child down.

She wanted them to enjoy this and not rush. So far Anne was perfect. She was a prop and that's all Pam needed her for. She would be sure that Terrance took care of her. She rested her chin on the human's shoulder and looked into Tara's eyes, but kept up a steady pace with her hand. Her blue eyes sparkled and Tara would have done anything she asked, "She's wet for you, ma petite. Give her what she wants."

Tara didn't have to think about what she was doing and she didn't break eye contact. Suddenly, to her, there were only the two of them in the room. Anne disappeared. She was getting ready to fuck Pam. She entered Anne with two fingers. The girl moaned and her head fell heavy against Tara's shoulder. Pam's thighs tightened around the girl as they both bucked into her child's strong thrusts. Tara wrapped her free arm around her maker before added a third finger and speeding up. The girl moaned in the background, but the two vampires were too busy to notice.

Tara had experienced pain as a vampire and rage, but she had never allowed herself to let go in lust. It was intoxicating. Her entire body felt like exposed nerve. Pam's breath as she moaned against her lips sent sparks to her outer limbs and when it reached the tips of her body, turned and ran back to her center hitting her full force. After the surge, she would force herself to calm. Pam helped by soothing her through their bond. Progeny was learning self control and maker was more than proud.

Pam grabbed Tara by the neck brought their lips together again. This time, it was slow and loving. Pam nipped then sucked at Tara's lips, before inserting her tongue. She continued rocking into the blonde, slowly building to her own climax. The girl was close she could feel it through her back and she was going to come hard. She didn't want her child to miss it. She pulled her mouth away and her voice was raspy and full of lust "Don't stop, she's almost there." She kissed the girl's exposed skin then looked at Tara again, "Bite, baby." It sounded so good falling from her maker's lips, she had no choice, but to obey.

Pam sunk her fangs into the other side of the girl and she screamed in delight as she fed them both. Tara felt her tense around her fingers and she came.

Tara had never experienced anything like it. She loved feeding on humans, it was the most acute pleasure she had ever experienced, but this was something altogether different. This didn't seem real. The energy coursing through this human was unbelievable. The blood was warm as it burst on her tongue and she felt it all through her body and the bond, but nothing could have prepared her for when the girl's orgasm hit. Tara felt every bit of it and it went from her tongue to her belly and then shot to every other part of her body. She was wrapped in bliss. She moaned and sucked harder.

Pam didn't drink much and she pulled back when she felt Tara's reaction. She wanted her child to have as much as she could, without killing the girl. She thought she was beautiful. Watching her child drink was one of the most gratifying things she had ever experienced and yet, besides knowing her child was happy and the warmth pouring into her it was completely selfless. Her child's brown eyes found her, when she felt the love beneath the arousal from her maker's end of the bond. She found her hand beneath the girl's slip and entwined their fingers. Pam melted and her progeny continued to drink.

When her heart began to slow, Pam placed a hand on Tara's cheek to let her know it was time to stop. She looked up at her maker and withdrew from the girl's neck. Her eyes were foggy with lust and her lids heavy.

With her fangs bared and blood running down her chin, she couldn't wait any longer. Pam sped her and Tara to the bed. The young vampire was still riding on a wave of arousal. She didn't know what was happening until she felt Pam press into her. She came to with one knee dangling in the bend of Pam's elbow. Her other leg was flat, but Pam's thigh rested just above her hip. She spread her thighs and lowered herself onto her warrior. Their clits met and neither seemed to mind the fabric barrier between them.

Pam sat up as she bucked and grinded her hips against the young vampire's wet center. Pam knew exactly what to do. She dropped Tara's leg and placed both hands on her abdomen. She pressed and Tara felt her in her belly. She came and was gone for a few moments, unable to feel anything.

Pam didn't stop. The fire lit her from behind and her alabaster skin glowed. She continued pressing and her brow furrowed. Tara reached up and touched her to make sure she was real. The blonde opened her eyes and Tara smiled. "Come here." She whispered and brought her to her.

She kissed her gently and Pam returned it. It was slow at first then Tara felt the pressure building inside her again as she tasted Anne's blood on her maker's tongue. They drank and licked each other until it was gone. The older vampire bucked harder and moved at a supernatural speed. Tara met her with every movement. The dark skinned vampire grabbed her maker's ass and brought her into her harder and faster.

Pam had always been a selfless lover, she was trained that way. Pleasure wasn't for her (though she enjoyed it enough) it was always for her partner and there was never reason to be different. Until tonight, tonight she needed Tara like she never needed anything before. "Fuck, Tara." Pam grew frustrated and her movements were becoming desperate. "Please," She panted and moaned and rocked looking for release.

Tara didn't need anything more than that. She flipped Pam and began crashing into her. She was almost there. She swept her golden locks to the side and offered her neck to her child. Tara kissed her skin hungrily before she bit down. That was all either of them needed. They came together and collapsed in each other's arms.

Tara rolled off of her maker and onto her side. She was still recovering. "What the fuck just happened?"

Pam climbed on top of her and laid flat against her stomach. She brushed her cheek against her child's then leaned into her ear. Her lips gently caressed Tara's ear as she spoke, "Lesbian Vampire Third Base."

Tara flipped Pam so that she was positioned on top. She pinned her maker's arms above her head and growled. She slowly dragged her nails down the side of the older vampire's body. "Mmmm, I like it."

Anne lay completely fucked out on the couch. She served her purpose. The lovers were on round two and neither paid any attention as she came to and left.

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Tara lay there holding Pam after multiple orgasms. She didn't want to be anywhere else right now or ever again.

"I know the bond is deeper than and human relationship, but you're still my girlfriend." Tara giggled. She stopped herself from saying what she wanted to. When she felt Pam tense in her arms, she decided to push through it "and one day…maybe more." Pam didn't say a word. There was a long silence.

"I understand why you did it." She did. "You have so much to think about and take care of, but I'll take care of you now. You don't have to go trolling for sorority girls anymore." The pain from the night before and Pam's infidelity, if you would call it that, was gone. She knew it was just about the blood, but she also knew that given the bits of jealousy that would have grown had they gone unchecked by her, would ensure that it never happened again. This was something that they would do together from now on.

The thoughts were tied together and Tara couldn't separate them if she tried to, but she didn't. There was one thing left before they could move past last night and the pain they had caused each other. Tara's voice was unsteady, but she needed Pam to listen. "Naomi just-"

"You don't have to say anything." mainly, because Pam didn't want to hear about Tara's ex while they were coming down from such an incredible high …or ever really.

"I know, but you won't ask and you want to know." Tara had her there. "I mean you're fine now, but who knows how long before I'm pinned to the wall with your hands wrapped around my neck." She thought it was funny, but the blonde was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry about that." If Tara wasn't a vampire, she wouldn't have heard it.

"I kind of deserved it." She drew a circle on the blonde shoulder with her finger. "I knew you were hurt and I tried to play it down. I didn't know Naomi would be there. She didn't know I'd be there." Her chocolate fingers now played up and down her maker's arm. "I felt bad the entire time. I kept going on about how amazing you are. If she didn't hate you before, I'm sure she does now." Tara paused and Pam knew what was coming. She could feel it, just like she did as she drifted to sleep during the day.

Tara didn't say it and neither did Pam. They didn't say it, but they didn't feel anything else coming from the other. They didn't say it because it wasn't enough and Tara finally understood what it was to be connected to another as she was to Pam; to be half of a whole.

They didn't speak for a while. They just wrapped themselves in their love, but eventually Pam gave voice to something she had been thinking about on and off since the incident. "Why did she come?" It was just a question. There wasn't accusation behind it, but there was slight guilt on the blonde's part.

"She came back to check on me, because some crazy zombie vampire tried to kill us." Pam tensed and Tara felt something wet on her neck.

Tara slid her index finger under her maker's chin and brought her face up so she could see it in the light. She was crying. Tara kissed the blood from her cheek. "It's not funny. I was horrible."

Tara smiled. "Oh, come on, it's kind of funny. You try to rip me apart, repeatedly I might add. Then you're forced to make me into something I can't stand. And now here we are relaxing after a long day of being vampires, happy to be alone together." She replaced Pam's head and laughed. "I don't care what you say, that shit is hilarious."

Pam lifted her head and looked directly into Tara. "I wasn't forced to make you." She dropped a small kiss on her future's lips. "My choice, remember?" It was the truth and Tara could feel it. She snuggled back into Tara's neck as far as she could. They could stay like this a little longer before they had to head home to beat the sun.

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