Away from the prying eyes of her cousin and the Sookie's nosiness and especially away from Pam and Eric Tara began to spend time on outskirts of Bon Temp where the unwanted congregated in a rundown trailer park. The owner was a stick of man with large eyes rimmed in red like he was always high or feigning and high unruly hair that reminded her of Doc on Back to the Future. For the most part they were a community of v-addicts mostly human, but some were witches and werewolves. The first time Daphne brought her there it was as if they could all smell what she was. They came from their houses to stare at like something to eat and here she was thinking it should be other way around, she remembered thinking. She stuck close to Daphne and the throng already spread out and scattered drew back even more when Daphne claimed her by putting her hand in hers. Now, when she visited she didn't need an escort. Everyone knew who she 'belonged' to and she didn't mind the title just as long as it didn't venture beyond the trailer park.

She learned early on that Daphne was a crazy bitch and not the kind one invites in their home to fuck all night. She was a different breed of crazy with an arsenal of magic that could ruin someone's life and if they crossed her she wasn't above using the vilest spell she knew on them. After Pam left her Daphne, the reason for this mess, began to come around her more. Tara at first on autopilot didn't care where she was or what Daphne did or said to her—for the most part she was in her own world. The witch sold her blood from the comfort of her trailer door after freshly pumping it from Tara's arm. The trailer park wasn't much, but they all seemed to have money when it came to feeding their habits. The owner even came by once or twice when Tara was there and Tara suspected an arrangement between he and Daphne involving Tara's blood and rent.

Managing the gauntlet of v addicted infested homes she made it to the center of the park where Daphne's trailer sat. It was surrounded by invisible incantations that allowed a select few to enter. Tara was the only one as far as she knew because if any of her neighbors got to close they'd holler in pain from whatever unpleasant pain came from trying to intrude. Walking up the ragged wooden steps that swayed under her weight she glared at neighbor standing in his aqua underwear holding himself and looking at her with pleading eyes.

"Ugh," she shuddered.

The door opened before she could knock. Daphne greeted her in a pink wool robe practically pulling the vampire in, "what took you so long?" she asked dropping on her couch exposing the soft caramel leg.

"Why do you stay in this dump again?" Tara asked closing the curtains wishing it were just as easy to kill the image of Daphne's neighbor in his underwear.

Daphne defended her home, "it has character."

"So does a seedy hotel in town with slew of other freaks less freaky than them," she gestured with her thumb.

Daphne indulged her with a smiled and then her head rose sniffing the air, "you've been with her."

Tara chose to be quiet even though she knew Daphne would consider at as an admission as well. "What do you want?"

Sensing Tara wanted to keep Pam to herself for the moment she didn't press. "I have a surprise for you," she giggled, "check the fridge."

Tara turned her waist toward the ice box wary of Daphne's gifts, "no thanks," she said absently.

The giggling woman's face darkened, "it's not nice to refuse gifts."

Without another word she reached the fridge slowly she pulled the handle. What she didn't expect to see were eyes, dead eyes belonging to a severed head beside a box of left over pizza. Shaking her head she almost shut it chalking it up as another of one of her mind fucking games when she recognized the head.

"Do you like it?" The witch came up behind her claiming the handle of the fridge to open it wider admiring her handiwork.

"What the fuck did you do?"

"I think it's obviously silly," she rubbed Tara's back feeling the woman stiffen under. "You don't like it."

The dark vampire moved away leaning against the sink with her head lowered to get her thoughts together. It wasn't the fact that Daphne had taken a life for her. It was the presentation of the news. What the hell was this woman thinking about keeping a severed head in her refrigerator?

"You don't like it," she repeated letting the door close on its own slowly. "This is my apology," she informed.

"Thanks," Tara mumbled making her way to the door.

She would have made it too if the woman hadn't stepped in her way stopping her in her tracks, "he stuck you with silver and I think you should be more grateful."

"I am," Tara lied.

Daphne lowered her head, "it's more than that bitch would ever do for you."

Tara reacted Pam was a touchy subject she forbid the witch from talking about for obvious reasons, but there were still instances where Daphne's mouth got the better of her. She said the wrong thing about the wrong maker to the wrong vampire. Tara took her by her throat squeezing it hard before she could try to enchant her. She didn't know why she hadn't done this sooner. Backing the caramel colored witch into the wall she pressed her own body into her.

"Don't ever talk about Pam. Don't," she warned.

Then she released her. Daphne attacked her lips and Tara let her, but she didn't respond. She felt fingers searching for buttons and openings and she didn't stop those either. Her eyes fluttered shut when she felt hands sliding over her half surprised that she was aroused. They'd been together a lot, but only a handful of times she remembered. Earlier in she was almost comatose from shock and nothing Daphne did to her meant anything, she just let it happen, most of it was gone. And then one night when she felt Daphne touching her she woke up from what felt like a sleep and began to respond and participate the way a lover should. Every fiber in her told her this was wrong, as least when she didn't participate it was less damning. And while she had reservations they didn't stop her from giving into to her carnal needs despite Daphne as her outlet.

They bit and supped each other against the wall ending up on the floor Daphne on top of Tara because she wasn't a fan of cold floors.

"Do I fuck you better?" Daphne whispered in her ear.

Tara claimed her mouth to shut her up knowing she would never want Daphne the way she wanted Pam. They could never be together as long as her heart belonged to a certain vampire. But, Tara wasn't in it for the long haul. She wanted immediate satisfaction and for now that was Daphne's purpose.

Turning the table she pushed her hand under the witches robe and played with her center waiting until Daphne began moving against her fingers and she sped up to a supernatural speed the witch couldn't handle. Daphne screamed her release as Tara's attention to her center. Needing to see her reaction she pushed the hairs that fell into witches face away to admire her work.

"Do I?" Tara asked.

"Better," Daphne confirmed resting on Tara's chest her clit still jumping from the impromptu and pleasurable onslaught.