Maryanne visibly changed when Daniel arrived becoming colder and less playful than the woman she was enjoying. From her perch in the doorway she listened to the boutique owner busy herself in the kitchen ignoring her. She needed only to ask what upset the brunette, but she didn't think the question would be recieved well. Instead she gathered. Her things and mentioned that she would speak to her later. The human didn't respond.

On her way out she threw her jacket on juggling her keys when she got to the car when she felt her phone vibrate. She expected to see Franklin's number. Without recognizing the number she answered anyway with a question in her voice greeting the unknown caller. She had just finished being fondled by the capable hands of a masseuse and she decided to give her progeny a ring.

"You're a hard woman to get ahold of," the caller purred on the other end.

Tara settled into the driver seat with her keys in the ignition, "you know how to find me if you want to."

"Would you believe summoning you isn't as satisfying as it used to be?"

Tara didn't believe her maker. But she didn't start or engine either or hang up, "What do you want?"

"I think I've made that clear."

"It amazes it that I fell for your shit for so long," Tara laughed humorlessly. She thought back to who she was thinking, no, making Pam the answer to every question of her self worth. She supposed the maker and progeny bond worked against her more than for it in regards to her sanity. But self preservation hadn't been high on her list of things to do back then, that is until she let her fear get the best of her and she ran.

"I liked that Tara," Pam defended for reasons that went beyond how her sentimentality made it easier for Tara to be controlled. Sure, she and Eric mocked her for fun. Though, there was something in Tara as a human that she wanted to posess even if she couldn't conjure the emotion on her own. It was something the human knew seemingly on instinct that she never attained as a human nor could her maker Godric, instill it in her. Faith.

The dark skinned vampire traced her steering wheel forgetting whose house she was parked outside of.

"You're mine no matter how many humans you fuck or how many vampires you kill...You're part of me."

"Yea," Tara didn't have to live like she liked it nor did she have to tolerate unless Pam commanded in a way she couldn't refuse. "Don't remind me."

"I have that over your human," the last word uttered in distaste.

"You've got more than that over her, but even if I told you Why I prefer her I don't think you'd fully understand it."

"Give me more credit than that I've picked up a thing or over the centuries." This had to be good she surmised.

Tara worded her answer carefully, "when I touch her frail body while I'm fucking her,when she's kneeling between my legs with her mouth moist from me...I'm everything to her...and that tranacends outside the bedroom. In every way you're superior to her," Tara confirmed aware Pam didn't need to hear, but it was required to make a point. "And that's why I prefer my frail breakable human. She's everything your not in ways I know your not interested in understanding because it's beneath you."

Pam answered her with silence while on the other end Tara started her car. Feeling the weight of her issues with Pam lift like an anvil removed from her chest. She looked to the human's house once more before she drove off. Tara didn't love nor did she think she ever could love Maryanne with enough sense to dismiss any illusions of true romance. It was as absurd as to think Pam and she could succeed as lovers. She hung up the phone soon after her revelation, studying her feelings as she drove with no destination in mind.

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Taken aback more than anything Pam looked at her phone beginning to think it was a bad idea to call her progeny. Her expectations hadn't been raised high but there was little she could do about her progeny's state of mind now.

She got dressed contemplating Tara's words because at that moment she nothing better to do. She willed a distraction and when no scantily clad masseuse returned she began dressing wondering about the value of her life until she discarded the useless musings. Tara for lack of a better word was mad and Pam knew it had every bit to do with Franklin. He confirmed how 'off' he was earlier tonight. That kind of influence with a wayward Tara spelled,highlighted, and underlined chaos.

She dressed and barely acknowledged anyone on her way out. It was a hell of a thing to leave the massage parlor more agitated than when she came in.

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Vampires were tolerated for business. But when they crossed into his already delicate love life Daniel didn't appreciate the intrusion. After he saw Franklin's female with his ex wife and smelles that faint scent of arousal in the air that whatever was transpiring between the two women needed to end.

In his breakfast nook in his townhome he drank his coffee ignoring his plate all together. The smell of bacon and eggs and toast didn't entice his appetite and no one was there to force him, that is until Maryann arrived seconds after the thought.

She smelled delightful and took her place wordlessly across from him. The servant who let her in prepared a mug of coffee and placed it discreetly near the plate she began to pick from.

"Thank you Pete," she received a nod in return. Chewing on a crunchy corner of bacon she eyed her breakfast companion.

"I'm ending it,"she stated unaware of how she would go about being unclaimed. But Daniel expected to hear this so she said it to appease him before his temper got the better of him.

He looked over his glass sipping his morning coffee, "did I say I disapproved?" He questioned innocently reeling her into his mind game.

"I'm human and she fucks like an Olympic gold medalist," she conceded contentedly happy to see the rolls of his forehead tighten.

"No need to be graphic," he scolded mildly interested in Maryanne's sexual adventures one thing in a list of things he still obsessed over even as the ink on their divorce papers were well and dry.

She shrugged.

"I don't approve, you know. And I'm glad you're ending it. It's bad business."

Maryanne received a text and knowing immediately who it was she found her phone to read it.

'Are you all sorted?'

Daniel requested something from Pete but she was too busy deciding how to respond. Then in a flurry her fingers tapped the screen decisively hitting send when she was finished. When she placed the phone down she put her hands in her lap waiting for Tara's reply.

"Considering your comfort with vampires with my work and your..." he didn't put a name to it. "I met a vampire recently Pamela Swyndord something," he waved his hand deeming the rest of her name inconsequential.

Pete's timing was perfect arriving with Pam's portfolio from last night. Maryanne's phone buzzed. She reads the message before she reaches for the leather bound book.

"Business?" He doubted when she quickly replied putting her phone in her pocket now.

"No," she answers vaguely then asks how the designer got ahold of him.

"Vampire spoke to another vampire I guess. She was trying to in contact with you but that's been as easy as wiping molasses off a ducks back lately."

"You can be quite childish and unforgiving when you want to be."

"It's one of th reasons you divorced me," he recalled. Rising from his chair he pointed to an inside pocket, "her contact information is inside if you're interested in her line. I thought you might like the publicity of selling a vampire's designs on your store racks."

Maryanne looled at the name and number on the card. She'd make a call later.