Chapter 10
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Tara opened her eyes slowly and blinked several times, before she realized she was not in her own bed. She was in a bed, however. A very comfy bed. It felt like she was laying on one of those huge piles of soft blankets from the snuggle commercials, the ones that the creepy little teddy bear is constantly diving into.
Her eyes scanned around the unfamiliar room curiously. It was immaculately tidy, she noticed, and there was lots of glass and pastel colors, pink predominantly, accenting the decor. There were several windows but they were covered with black shades and the room was dimly lit by two brass wall sconces.
Despite waking up completely oblivious to where she was or how she came to be dressed in the very soft, blue, two piece pajama set that she didnt remember putting on, for some reason she didnt feel afraid.
Perhaps it was the fact that the air around her was thick with the unmistakable scent of lavender and vanilla. An aroma that had never failed to calm her, one way or another, ever since the first time it wafted past her nose.
Pam.
Her thoughts went dark suddenly, as the cloudiness began to clear itself from her mind and memories of the previous evening caught up with her.
Her fight with her cousin, the drunken walk through the woods to Sookies house, and being beaten to a pulp and almost killed by some wacked out skank werewolf.
Fuck me, she thought. She had very little recollection of how things ended up last night, but obviously she was alive and for the most part well, and she was pretty certain she had Pam to thank for that...again.
This irrated her somewhat, as she hated the idea of being a damsel in distress, she took pride in being independant and the fact that she needed saving bugged the fuck out of her. On the other hand she was all too aware that if Pam hadn't come along and rescued her she wouldnt be here right now so she was immensely grateful that she had.
Tara sighed and stretched her body, extending her legs all the way out and pulling her arms above her head. A yawn released itself from her mouth and her neck cracked, she was sore and her muscles were tense, and she felt somewhat sick to her stomach.
When she went to stretch again she paused when her arm connected with something solid and cool. Turning her head sideways, she suddenly felt breathless and was rendered completely immobile at the sight before her.
Pam was curled up on her side, facing Tara, her elbow bent and her arm tucked underneath the pillow. Her body was preternaturally still and her golden locks splayed out delicately across the pillow and her back.
The vampire looked so pristine and angelic laying there so perfectly positioned and flawless, that Tara thought it almost looked as though someone had purposely arranged her that way.
She relaxed a little, letting her aching body sink back into the soft mattress, propping her elbow up under her head, she gazed at Pam for a long moment.
She had always thought seeing a sleeping vampire would be extremely creepy, given the fact that they were technically 'dead' and not actually 'sleeping', but as she studied the gorgeous creature across from her, she found herself unable to tear her eyes away.
The only other vampire she had witnessed in the death sleep was Franklin, and she had been so focused on smashing his skull at the time she really wasnt paying much mind to how he looked, although she was certain it was no where near as beautiful as Pam.
Tara was abruptly pulled from her pleasant musings when she felt a familiar pressure in her bladder. She needed to pee badly, she suddenly realized, but she had no clue where the bathroom was or where she was for that matter.
Tara hesitated for another minute, really not wanting to leave the safety and comfort of Pams presence, especially since she still had no idea where they were. She assumed Pam had brought her there and knew she was probably safe but she couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.
Taking a deep breath, Tara sat up gently and climbed quietly out of the bed, careful not to disturb the vampire. She knew from stories and...well...Sookie of course, to NEVER wake a sleeping vampire.
When they aren't allowed to wake up naturally, a vampires first instinct is to attack. Its a natural defense mechanism and they are typically unable to think rationally through the bloodlust.
Tara couldn't help the groan that passed from her lips as she stood up fully, and she shifted uncomfortably, struggling with whether she wanted to run to the bathroom or lie back down immediately.
Mother nature won and she dealt with the pain as she slowly made her way to the other side of the room towards a set of white double doors. Turning the shiny gold doorknob, Tara crept quietly out into the hallway closing the door behind her softly.
Looking around with wide eyes, she found herself feeling mesmerized, if not slightly out of place, surrounded by all of the stunning decor. She stood warily, on a spacious and elegantly designed second floor balcony, that formed a circle all the way around.
The banisters were a deep cherrywood and there was a spiral staircase made of pale pink marble. Tiny crystal chandeliers draped themselves from the high ceilings all the way around the circular hallway and a similarly designed, but much larger one hung down in the center, overlooking the first floor.
"Damn..." Tara whispered to herself, her barefeet tiptoed against the plush, cream colored rug that spread over the expanse of the beautiful wood flooring. She reached a hand out to grip the edge of the banister and peered over it, looking down.
This is some fancy shit.
"Well...your finally awake I see."
Taras eyes went wide as she spun around, nearly jumping out of her skin at the unexpected voice behind her. Her hand flew to her chest and she let out a startled gasp.
"Relax suga, you're safe here." the woman spoke with a thick southern accent, a small smile playing across her thin lips.
Tara regained her composure quickly, but her heart continued to pound as she studied the strange woman.
She looked older, mid fifties perhaps and she had black hair that was twisted up into a tight bun atop her head and she wore a classic maid uniform complete with the white apron and hairpiece, making Tara wonder if she had fallen into some kind of vortex that caused her to time travel back to the early nineteen hundreds.
The younger woman straightened her posture and cleared her throat.
"I was just um...looking for a bathroom." She said quickly, crossing her arms tightly across her bra less chest.
The older women smiled warmly and quirked her brow. "Around the corner, third door to the left." She stated, pointing in the direction she spoke of.
Tara nodded quickly and smiled back at her. "I um... I'm Tara..."she introduced herself awkwardly when the woman continued to stare at her.
"Pleasure to meet you Miss Tara, my name is Charlotte. Im part of the housekeeping staff for Ms. De Beaufort."
Tara raised an eyebrow and nodded thoughtfully. "Ms. De Beaufort...Pam?" She murmured, mostly to herself, but the housekeeper nodded.
"She informed me that she had a guest staying here and to tend to any needs you may have, should you wake before she finished resting."
Tara gazed at the woman with cautious eyes for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Is there anything I can do for you? How about I fix you something to eat, you must be starving!" Ms Charlotte inquired looking at Tara sympathetically, and Tara almost wondered if she knew anything about what went down last night.
"Nah...im fine..." Tara began, but the housekeeper cut her off hastily.
"Nonsense child! Come on down stairs when your done in the restroom and ill fix you up!"
Tara had to admit she was pretty hungry. She hadnt had anything to eat since yesterday morning, and she was feeling a bit dehydrated from all the alcohol she had consumed the day before, but she was a tiny bit wary of the unfamiliar and really wanted to be back close to Pam even if she was dead to the world.
The older woman followed Taras pensive gaze over to the room where the owner of the house was resting and smirked knowingly.
"Not to worry bebe...its only two o'clock...she wont be up for hours." She assured her with a wink.
"Besides, before she retired for the morning, she specifically ordered that the kitchen be fully stocked and ready to meet any and all nourishment needs you may have during your stay, so...run along and then come down to the kitchen when your done." Charlotte commanded lightly and with a sweet southern smile.
Tara nervously smiled back after a moment and sighed.
"Yeah...ok. Thanks..." she replied and the woman nodded and headed down the stairs and Tara hurriedly headed in the direction to the restroom.
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Tara moaned quietly, as she took the last bite her stomach could handle of a shrimp and sausage gumbo so delicious it put Lafayettes to shame, and reached for the fancy crystal wine glass of lemonade and sipped it gratefully.
She had felt even more uncomfortable and out of her element when she had made her way down the stairs and into the dining room that looked like something you would find on the cover of Southern Living magazine.
Tara just stood there in her borrowed pajamas and barefeet, akward and in awe of everything until Ms Charlotte came out from the kitchen insisting she sit down at the table while she prepared her something to eat.
The situation itself reminded her, in a way, of her time at Maryannes, although the atmosphere was much warmer and didnt seem as fake and forced as it had with the maenad.
Tara told her just something simple like a sandwich would be fine, but when the woman emerged from the kitchen with a steaming bowl of gumbo and a basket of fried cornbread, her mouth watered as her stomach growled and she couldn't argue.
Looking around the room, Tara became mesmerized once again at the sheer loveliness that surrounded her. The place was covered with exquisite art pieces and antique looking brass sconces adorned the flawlessly wallpapered walls, giving it a sort of victorian feel throughout the house. It reminded Tara of what she always pictured while reading Jane Austen novels.
In a word the place was gorgeous, which honestly didnt surprise Tara one bit.
Pam was the definition of classy as well as sinfully beautiful, so it made perfect sense that her home would match her personality.
"Can I get you anything else?" Ms Charlotte asked, her voice swiftly cutting through the silence, pulling the young woman from her musing. "How about some peach pie with vanilla ice cream...or I could whip up some beignets..."
"No no...really. .." Tara interrupted in kind, touching her full stomach with one hand, her other hand waved out in front of her.
"This was amazing" she said, gesturing to the empty dishes spread out in front of her, "but I really couldn't eat another bite."
This seemed to satisfy the woman and she nodded politely as she began clearing the mess.
Taras eyes widened slightly and she rose to her feet. "Here...I can do that, you dont have to..." Tara started to object, but closed her mouth obligingly and set the bowl back on the table when the older woman arched an eyebrow and gave her a stern look.
"Sorry..." she offered meekly and the woman smirked and shook her head slightly.
Tara excused herself shortly after that and made her way back upstairs.
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Tara stepped reluctantly out of the huge walk in shower, shivering when the cool draft chilled her wet skin. After drying off she wrapped herself in the fluffy white robe she found hanging in a closet just after the entrance to the bathroom, next to about fifteen more that were identical to it.
Using the towel she dried off with, she knelt down and patted up the excess water that had wet the floor when she'd exited the shower, and then placed the towel in a wicker laundry basket in far corner of the room where she had discarded the pajamas she wore earlier.
She walked over and stood in front of a large mirror and gazed at herself for awhile. Running a hand through her damp tangles she sighed. She barely recognized the girl staring back at her. She felt like a shell of her former self.
A few years ago, had someone told her she would one day form a blood bond with a vampire after a mere few weeks of meeting and one night of earth shattering sex...hell...if they told her she'd voluntarily associate with a vampire in any way, shape, or form she'd probably have died laughing after rearranging their face a little(alot).
Yet here she was, standing in a fancy ass bathroom in a giant mansion, eagerly awaiting sundown and longing for her vampire companion to rise for the evening.
Tara snorted and shook her head with exasperation and turned on her heel, shutting the lights off as she exited the room.
When she crept quietly back inside the bedroom, she noticed her clothes from last night folded and sitting in a neat pile on a chair next to the dresser.
She couldn't stop the small smile that spread over her features as the realization hit that Pam must've changed her out if her clothes and into pajamas, and judging from the blood spattered across her jacket, cleaned her up a bit before tucking her into bed.
Tara also noticed, tucked into one of her blue Chuck Taylors, was what appeared to be the remains of her cellphone. She grabbed it and pressed the button on the top powering it on.
The screen was shattered and the back light appeared to be destroyed, but it came on just fine and the notifications flooded the screen. Thirty four missed calls, most from her cousin and a few from Sookie.
Tara heaved a dramatic sigh and leisurely made her way over to the bed, bringing the phone with her. She realized they were worried and knew she should let them know she was ok, but to be honest the last thing she felt like doing was talking to anyone right now.
She scrolled through reading the texts. Lafayette was freaking out because she hadn't come back for her car and wouldnt answer his calls. She frowned as she remembered the fight they had. She felt like a complete asshole on one hand, she definitely said some harsh things, but on the other hand so did he and she wasnt sure she was done being pissed off at him just yet.
There were a few from Sookie as well asking if she was ok and to PLEASE call her. The final one from Sookie was more recent, from a few hours ago, and stated that Eric had sort of filled her in on what happened and to please call her and let her know everything was ok.
Tara wrinkled her forehead. How the hell did Eric know what happened? Did he even know about her and Pam? There were so many things she didn't know and it was making her crazy. The sun needed to set and soon. She needed to talk to Pam.
Tara groaned as she attempted to situate herself comfortably on the bed again. The shower had felt amazing with the ten shower heads and adjustable water pressure, but she was still sore all over. She even thought about asking the housekeeper for some aspirin.
She finally found a comfortable enough position on her side and she let her gaze fall on Pam again, peacefully slumbering across from her and smiled. She longed to feel those soft lips against her own.
Tara bit her lip as she let her thoughts travel back to two nights ago, to their time together in her apartment and as the memories began to flood her mind, she felt a strong stab of arousal in her gut. She groaned and rolled onto her back, and with an irritated huff she let her eyes slip shut.
She must not have realized how tired she still was, because after just a few moments she had dozed off and was sound asleep.
A few hours later her eyes opened and the room was completely dark, save for the moonlight that shone in the now opened windows.
She was dripping sweat and her heart thumped in her chest.
She took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm her body down, but the pulse between her legs was wicked and relentless and she was desperate for release after the dream she had just had.
A long drawn out moan filled the air and Tara wiggled her hips on the mattress, still a bit groggy, but horny beyond comprehension. Suddenly she felt a breeze and yelped as she was pinned to the bed before she knew what hit her.
She gazed up at the beautiful creature that straddled her hips and gently held her wrists against the headboard. There was a smirk painted across the vampires flawless face, and Tara moaned again, arching her back as she attempted to grind her hips into Pam.
Pam quirked a brow and then ran a critical eye down the length of Tara and suddenly her expression became serious.
After a few seconds she swooped down and captured Taras lips in a bruising kiss that had the human whimpering and clawing at her back, her small, muscular body still gyrating forward uncontrollably.
When Pam broke the kiss she pulled back and stared at Tara, stroking her wrists lightly with her thumbs and then leaned back in and dropped a few more small pecks to the swollen cocoa lips and inhaled the humans scent greedily.
They remained in that position for several seconds, until Tara couldn't take it anymore. She turned her head, leaning up a bit so she could reach, and planted a chaste kiss on Pams cheek, and when the vampire met her eyes, she looked back at her beseechingly, urging her to continue her earlier ministrations.
"Please.." she whispered, her voice thick with arousal and desperation.
Pam flashed her a sexy smile, and bent down to kiss her neck tenderly. The subtle click of Pams fangs was the last thing Tara heard before she sank them roughly and without warning into her neck and her body exploded with indescribable pleasure.
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Sorry for the delay! I stumbled a bit here but hopefully next chap flows a little better!
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