Thank you all for your reviews and the well wishes. I recently received a review that questioned my use of childe instead of child. Most of you may know this, but for those of you that don't childe by true blood definition is what a vampire calls those who he or she has embraced/turned/brought over.
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Jason hadn't thought his request through. Too worried about his pride, he forgot an important fact. Where ever Tara was her maker would undoubtedly be. And Pam wasn't a particularly forgiving soul. She hadn't retaliated for Fangtasia's burning. There would be plenty of time for revenge later. However, if he was going to waltz into their lair blindfolded like a pig lead to slaughter, she wouldn't deny serendipity.
The deputy struggled to breathe as the blondes foot pressed hard. Sookie took his gun before they came so he was unarmed. His hands rotated from fist to palm and back, but no combination would convince Pam to relinquish her hold. Tara stood behind her arms crossed and smiling. His sister, unaware of the events leading to Pam at his throat, panicked.
"What the fuck Pam? Let him go."
Pam wasn't listening.
"Tara," Sookie tried another approach garnering her best friend's attention. How close Tara and Pam had become was unclear. For her brother's sake she hoped Tara had some influence over the obstinate blonde. In any case it didn't hurt to try.
Tara locked eyes those of her pleading friend. "Pam, you don't have to kill him."
The blonde turned her head slightly to her progeny, "oh?" her foot pressed harder.
"Jason's paid for with interest. He was just coming to explain how sorry he is." Tara stepped toward the curious trio continuing, "I bet he was just so excited having over a million views on his video. He wanted to share the news with the woman who made it all possible."
Jason's speech was hindered by her foot. Tara could tell the news didn't make him happy.
Tara crouched down beside the long shapely leg of her maker. She stopped herself from reaching a hand out following its shape with her hands. The progeny inhaled her Pam's intoxicating scent. Exhaling as she rested on bent knees closer to Jason. "I bet if you lift your foot he'll say, because he wants to live," Tara eyed him purposefully in warning; though he had only her voice to read since the blindfold was still on. "'I'm a thoughtless meat suit unworthy of your sympathy, but if you could give me an audience I will attempt to make it worth your time."
Sookie balled her fists switching the pressure of one foot to other with nervous energy. It didn't look like Pam would relent despite Tara's efforts, then without warning she pulled her foot up. She tilted her ear in his direction waiting.
"Say it," Tara whispered for him to repeat what she'd just said, if only to buy him more time to breathe. Choking and with less grace than Tara maneuvering the words seductively he managed the sentence.
Walking over to a chair Pam sat in it crossing her legs. The memory of the remains of her throne caused her to close her hands around the side of the chair arm.
"What video?" Pam asked impatiently.
"Of me," Jason rested his glare on Tara.
Tara and Jason created a fabricated tale just to placate Pam. Aware Jason hadn't volunteered the video or consented to post it online or profit from it were unspoken aspects of the story she ignored. Sookie stayed silent clued in to the details putting her version of the story together. Her brother's actions in perspective she couldn't blame Pam or Tara's actions considering he had done it unprovoked.
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The story was extraordinary, but Jason wanting to stay alive swallowed his reservations about vampires just this once. He hated them, but he wasn't a fool. Pam dismissed them claiming she and her progeny needed to go back to ground. In her mind she filled in the blanks of Tara's absence during patrol. Pam felt flattered the young vampire had gone through so much trouble to please her. In her former life her parents denied her nothing, but their love and all its perks were gone when she was kicked out. In death Eric was her rock. The only constant she cared to have or could ever want. He opened her to another world that she was grateful to be a part of. But Tara was something entirely different neither her parents nor Eric prepared her for. That made her progeny frightening in an attractive way.
Sookie sent a look of thanks to the chocolate skinned vampire. Jason's blindfold was tightened. Tara saw them off as close to the front door of the warehouse as she could get without encountering light. Sookie helped her brother along. When he tripped on a board Tara caught him.
"How stupid could you be Jason?" Sookie seethed, as they walked the short distance.
The older Stackhouse decided not to comment.
"You're lucky Tara did what she did," the blonde remembered the state she found Lafayette in when he was in their dungeon. Eric had been unapologetic for his actions. Even worse Pamela had called him a plaything. It was wrong and cruel. Selling V was an offense they only upheld because it was expected. Fangtasia was a business that Pam loved. Sookie still couldn't believe they were walking out albeit escorted.
Tara knew Stackhouse came to tell her to take the video down. She had expected more fight or worse from her cousin's earlier warning. When Pam told her she wanted it down she would do it then. Jason didn't scare her and she rather liked him being put in his place. If it hadn't been for his sister he would be dead.
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"I would have liked to rip his throat out."
Tara smirked as she dropped to the last step seeing that her maker was sill seated. Her legs were crossed and her fingers were drumming on the chair arm.
"You've got better things to tend to with that energy."
"Like what?" The blonde rose crossing her arms as Tara came closer.
"Thanking me for one."
"You think I'm incapable of handling Mayberry's finest?" The blonde's arms dropped until her hand palmed her hip.
Brown eyes looked curiously at that hip. And then the fingers lightly stroking the waist band of her pants, there weren't many outfits that didn't compliment her maker. Pam had to have known that owning each outfit with her sexuality.
"Thank me."
The order thrilled and surprised Pam into an inward war Tara couldn't see. On the outside Pam looked as composed as ever. The sight usually calming deeply affected Tara. No moment more than this did Tara feel the need to break the ceramic mask of Pam's resolutions. In her opinion she had handled a potentially volatile situation well, while earning a profit.
Pam still hadn't answered and Tara closed the distance raising her hand to stroke her waist, like the night of her rescue. Pam's space was hers to invade.
"Thank me," she brought her other hand up to claim her waist fully, playing with the idea of pulling the woman to her.
The mask was cracking much to Tara's delight.
"Fucking thank me," she repeated the demand.
Accelerated to the adjacent chair, the back of Tara's legs gave out from impact causing her to sit on the chair arm. Pam parted her legs unkindly to fit her body between them. Tara's arousal was unquestionably matched when she felt her maker was just as willing.
Pam didn't see the harm in rewarding her favorite progeny. The kiss was slow. Pam didn't mean for it to last as long as it did. Tara's taste was too good to quit. She let the brown skinned vampire envelope her physically and mentally. Sinking into a realm where the lucidity of flesh overwhelmed her reservations—she welcomed the drowning. Pam pulled Tara's shoulder's forward. Tara grabbed the fabric of Pam's pants. Her desperate grip wanted to yank them down. Her strength coupled with a need to claim her maker would have the pants off within seconds.
They kissed and pulled at each other's clothing mindful that each wanted to rip the respective pieces off. Pam pulled away first intent on voicing her disapproval of going any further, but Tara took advantage of the exposed neck. Her fangs grazed over the pale skin reverently. Her tongue slid along contrasting from sharp to soft to Pam's undivided pleasure.
"Thank…." Pam moaned but failing to complete her thought. Her fangs shot out in pleasure.
Tara's ministrations, encouraged by her obvious sway over Pam's ability to speak, became determined.
"Thank you!" Pam rushed out pushing Tara hard into the seat of the chair. Looking wantonly at her soon to be lover the expression was accompanied by a cocky grin. The sting of her cockiness wasn't curbed by the ridiculousness of her legs hanging over the chair arm. Catching the urgency in her voice, Pam returned to the calm timbre she perfected, "thank you."
A chuckling Tara bit the bottom lip her maker had made a point to suckle then bite.
Pam recognized that chuckle.
She stood as a voyeur. Nora was on her knees naked with her legs spread apart as much as possible on the couch. Tara behind her crushed her vagina to the willing backside. With an arm coming around Nora Tara's fingers disappeared between Nora's legs except for a lone thumb stroking her clit. One hand had Nora's hair confined in a dark fist that contrasted with Nora's pallor. From the top of the stairs she watched Nora meet and submit then meet and submit again to the authority of Tara's strokes.
No stranger to being a third party witness just content to watch Pam reacted with interest. Tara's stamina was remarkable and a motivating factor that kept her far away from those hands and lips. She knew would be capable enough to distract her.
Eric's stamina had made him a valued lover. Though, over time their relationship developed into something born more of respect than mutual attraction. Very few lovers had matched his performance she doubted many would. Watching Tara mirror Eric's enthusiasm in longevity, she almost buckled on the stairs, with no doubt that she would be welcomed.
How could Pam have known watching would have sparked Nora's meddling side. The elder vampire sensed her. Nora bucked up turning her head so that her mouth was touching Tara's ear. She whispered how good she felt. Nora's hand kept a firm grip on Tara's hand for the next few words.
"You're maker is watching. She wants you," Tara failed to pull her hand away. "Fuck, show her what she's missing," Nora encouraged with a half moan half plea.
Nora couldn't say she was motivated by purely romantic reasons. She selfishly enjoyed her time with Tara. She read her well enough to know the mention of her maker's name excited her. She knew Tara would want to show off if she knew Pam was watching. She pounded harder, faster, more vigorously than ever for Pam her carnal impetus.
Tara had chuckled in triumph when Nora had begged her to stop after soaking the couch. Pam had counted each climax by the wet Nora released from being pleasured over the edge. She lost count. She knew if she encountered those two like this again she might want to do more than watch.
One or two steps forward and Pam would be just where Tara wanted her. In grasps length for the sake of resolve, she now questioned, Pam took a step back instead. Tara hurried off the arm to catch her, but Pam held her in place with a hand to her chest. Pam was mildly impressed. But there were walls Tara hadn't put a dent in yet.
"I hope you're not done thanking me," Tara had to smile straightening up again. Hurrying so she wouldn't sound ungrateful, "the kiss was nice," she down played how pleasant it was.
"Nice?" Pam didn't appreciate the inadequate adjective.
"I've had better."
"Nice," she played with the word as if its meaning were a mystery.