This is what's known as a crackship. I'm well aware but that is not going to stop this idea! :)

Russell Edgington and the Authority are taking on a Sanguinista approach to Mainstreaming, mandating that all vampires must procreate in order to increase the vampire population. When Pam refuses, she loses her progeny Tara to the new sheriff in town, Elijah Stormer who takes a liking to Tara.


One. More. Night. That was the thought Elijah Stormer had as he walked up to the vampire bar. Then he would have free reign to do as he pleased until Rosalyn summoned him next year. It was beyond tedious to scout for possible Sanguinistas, but since the good people of Bon Temps had an upheaval in supernatural activity in the last year, it stood to reason that the freaks were probably out at night in the area. That emboldened the Sanguinista movement.

The movement was an archaic philosophy amongst vampires that they and humans weren't meant to peacefully co-exist, with vampires being the superior, chain-topping species. Humans were considered merely food to nourish and sustain because Lily, the first vampire deemed it so. The Authority was in place to enforce vampires to Mainstream- blending in with human society and only drinking synthesized human blood, Tru Blood to sustain them- and issue damage control in the media so the Vampire Rights Amendment would go down as smoothly as possible. Vampires caught feeding in public were considered to be part of the Sanguinista faction, therefore a danger to the Mainstreaming agenda and vampire rights.

Elijah didn't give two shits about Mainstreaming, or the Sanguinistas, for that matter. He was here in Shreveport to scope out Eric Northman's progeny on the chance she was somehow aiding the growing faction, then it was back to New York since as far as he could tell, she was as publicly Mainstream as they come. It didn't take much examination to see that, like him, she had docile humans loyal enough for her to feed on behind the curtains and keep mum about it on the scene. No surprise and nothing new there.

He swung the door open and stepped into Fangtasia. Immediately he caught the scent of a new vampire. His senses alerted his gaze to the bar and there was a new girl, he hadn't previously seen. With a soft, mahogany complexion with onyx curls cascading over bare shoulders and a face painted boldly to enhance her features, he couldn't help but be intrigued. She was stunning but there was something more than that alluring Elijah.

She must have been new to the vampire scene, since he hadn't yet witnessed her reporting to the king, or Northman.

A scrutinizing stare was fixed on the red-haired vampire who sat at the bar, hunched over in conversation with her. Ahh yes, Compton's progeny. Somewhat of a regular, she was underage as a human and vampire. Elijah attuned his sense of hearing as he approached the bar.

"These feelings aren't bad. Besides, they're part of who we are now, and I feel like I'm just now figuring out what it even means to be a vampire," Jailbait was saying. She had sheltered and eager to please written all over her. And she's giving out vampire advice? He thought as he took a seat at the bar.

"Have you fed on a human, yet?"

When the dark beauty gave a coy look- there was pain as well an endearing dazzle in her eyes when she made that expression- and couldn't help but smile, the ginger vamp egged her on. "Better'n sex right? Wait until you try feeding and fuckin' at the same time,"

"I don't know about that," the cocoa vamp said, uneasily with a shake of her head, tossing her curls behind her shoulders. "I wouldn't wanna lose control and kill someone. As much as I feel like sucking their life away, it doesn't feel right just because I gotta eat. For me, there ain't a difference between feeding and fucking so I sure as hell don't wanna mix the two or I won't have a sex life,"

"I could teach you control! Trust me, it's better to learn as soon as possible before you have a series of dead bodies piling up around you,"

Teach her control? At her age? Baby Compton was still a new vampire, not long separated from her teenaged human life at that. She was a terrible candidate to teach someone like the bodied chocolate Barbie what it meant to be a vampire, being the kind of person that ached for new experiences and expanding her horizons with double the excitement of a child in a candy store. Her perpetual teenaged hormones required indulgence and attention. It was why she dressed the way she did, like a punk vampire to lure fangbangers in.

Of course Elijah had a certain look that drew in the ambitious humans, but he had amassed centuries of culture and fashion under his belt, and after adapting to blend in, he found the fashion trends had began to blend the fads of various centuries. Freedom of expression was something he'd regale in.

Black Barbie was already beyond the point of craving such adventure and attention in her life, she only needed a place to really sink her fangs far enough into to understand what it was to be a vampire and get everything you wanted. It was what would bring a sense of belonging into her new life as a vampire. Seeing as how it was his last night in town, Elijah decided he'd find a way to get to her. He was a far superior candidate to edify her on Vampirism 101 anyway, and what was one night? They were likely bound to cross paths again in their immortal life after he issued the business. He would make sure she had a true lesson in survival.

Besides, he was almost certain jailbait wasn't of the gay persuasion so how exactly could she teach a female vampire control when it came to the sheets?

He leaned onto the bar counter. "Are you ladies finished or do I have to wait all night for a drink?"

Black Barbie shot her eyes over to him. "No. We're not,"

Was she trying to glamour him? She couldn't even tell he was a vampire, could she? Oh, she had much to learn!

"It's all right, Tara, I'll catch up with you in a few. I need to go avoid my ex,"

Tara. Her name was Tara. It tickled his fancy, but he remained rather impassive, save for his annoyed expression as his eyes rolled to watch baby ginger make haste in an effort to avoid her said ex.

Tara huffed and slid towards Elijah with narrowed slits for eyes. "What can I fucking get you?"

He placed a black card on the counter and pushed it towards her. "Your finest whiskey,"

She gave him an indignant look that flamed his core- he fucking loved them feisty with attitude- as she reached for the sixty year old bottle of Macallan. She used her vampire strength to unscrew the top off.

"The whole bottle," Elijah added.

She raised her brows. "You doing a lot to impress a vampire. Most people here just need to offer their neck or wrist. On the low of course,"

Clearly not impressed, though she did appear to think he was a showy fangbanger, Tara had no idea that he was a much older vampire. He scoffed. "And you've been here how long?"

"One night, but this place reeks of desperation so it's easy to tell," she smarted with a curl to her luscious lips.

"So it does," he sneered as he took the bottle. "Leave the tab open, Tara,"

As he left the bar counter he noticed her jaw clench. It was evident she was itching to make another smart-ass comment. He smiled when his back was turned, her tough exterior delighted him.

A familiar churning in his gut twisted and a wave of nausea swept over him. Fuck me, he thought. He had yet to return Rosalyn's call. She had over two hundred other mother fuckers she could call on, and he knew Ona and Jacque were stationed closer. What the fuck did she want?

He strutted up to a table where a comely young lady sat on her own, flipping her hair and looking around the bar. He glamoured her. "Are you looking to get bit?"

She nodded eagerly. Another sick feeling came over him just then, feeling as if his heart and gut were clenched, throttled, then released. Fucking Frances! She'd gone and met herself a true death somehow. He knew he should've released her ages ago, now he was going to be weakened for the next twenty-four. She probably got dropped by Ros for her attitude, most likely being the reason she summoned him.

Elijah placed the bottle of aged whiskey on her table. "Watch my drink and I might oblige you," he said before he continued outside.

When he'd stepped out, he plucked his mobile device out and dialed his Maker.

"Nice of you to finally return my calls, Stormer," her sardonic voice caused his eyes to roll up to the nighttime sky.

"I've got one more fucking night, Ros. And Frances is dead. What is it?"

Tara, the Black Barbie walked out just then, heading towards the smoking area.


"Tara, stop," Hoyt whimpered. The bloodlust was too strong and she couldn't help it. This was exactly why she didn't wanna mix mealtimes with pleasure! The mama's boy of a dude she grew up with couldn't handle her fangs and she couldn't handle not savoring every drop of him she could take.

All of a sudden she was thrown back, slamming into the wall. Jessica Let's Be Undead Girlfriends Hamby stood next to Hoyt, glowering. "Get off him!"

"What the fuck's your problem?!"

Bill's baby vamp just lunged for her instead of answering. Big mistake, Hamby! The teen vamp got her ass thrown out into the middle of the bar with Tara's superior muscle. She had, after all, had MMA training for nearly a full year by the time she'd been turned. Jessica had hardly been in any fights where she didn't have to use her fangs. Oh, but she'd certainly made certain individuals come to blows over her homie hopping ass, though! Since Jason got his ass knocked as Jessica retold, she figured since no one apparently let the bitch know what time it was, Tara ought to be the one. Right now!

She sped to the front where Jess had landed and subsequently got a chair broken over her back. Homewrecking bitch, PLEASE! Why would Tara ever even think to listen to someone as vapid as Jessica, the girl clearly couldn't control her own damn hormones or petty jealousy over her homegrown, self-created drama. At least Pam was truer to herself about the nature of a vampire.

Pam stood after Tara gave Hamby the backhand she deserved and tossed her ass again. Only to her annoyance some lurking vampires caught the indecisive slut instead of letting her crash through the wall. Dammit! "Okay, show's over," Pam announced.

The hell it was! Tara wasn't anywhere near finished issuing this ass whooping. She hissed and started toward fire crotch again.

"Tara! That's enough!"

At her Maker's command, a silent, defeated sigh left her chest as she pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes.

Hamby stumbled to her feet. "I guess that whole friendship thing's on hold," she muttered through her fangs, having thee fucking audacity to look hurt. It reignited the rage in Tara, who flashed forward.

"What do you expect when you come into my house and fuck with me?!"

Pam was at her side in an instant. "Come with me," she said before she grabbed her by the hair and dragged her along, leaving Tara no choice to follow. The bar patrons laughed and the only thing Tara found funny was the fact that they wouldn't be laughing if they knew the extent with which she desired to rip them all to shreds. Yeah, I got you, fuckin' fangbangers!

As she was being dragged like a reprimanded child, she caught the eye of the rich fangbanger for the third time that night. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was eye fucking her every time he looked her way, only his expression was that of endless disinterest. He looked like an angsty Lost Boy's reject with long black curls and a blazer coat over a vest that revealed his pec situation. It was nice enough but with the ripped jeans, fishnet gloves with black nail polish, and guyliner, ol' boy was doing too much. She figured he could afford to dress better, especially if he was delivering his own bottle service. He was probably a spoiled trust fund baby going fast down the rabbit hellhole that was Fangtasia's night life. Either way, he didn't want any of the fire that was Tara. He was probably a big ol' baby who couldn't handle fangs like Hoyt. All of the humans who looked like they were trying too hard were huge fuckin' babies.


After the verbal mopping from Pam, Tara needed another cigarette break. It almost didn't do squat to ease her nerves at the shit show that was now her life but going through the motions is what helped. She needed that sense of familiarity. Taking a long drag felt so damn good, just to be doing something she was used to, amongst all her vampire urges. As she blew it out slowly, Trust Fund Baby appeared at her ear.

She bared her fangs. Surprise over took her features when he bared his fangs and growled in dominance. Only then did her vampirism recognize his as an older vampire, realizing he must have had centuries on her, now that he wore a face that didn't read bored out of his mind.

"So you're not a fangbanger,"

"No," he said, now again, looking like a bored vampire. "Put the baby fangs away, Tara,"

Reluctantly, Tara retracted her fangs and straightened her spine. Trust Fund curbed his own fangs and snatched her cigarette, tossing it away. Great, now what was his problem? What was everyone's fucking problem tonight?!

"Your Maker's a real bitch. I bet the kiddies cream their pants for her, don't they?"

"You got a name?"

"Elijah,"

"Well Elijah, I know you watched my little show earlier. If it isn't obvious, I could kick some ass as a human and my Maker comes from a powerful bloodline. So if you're gonna go in on Pam around me, we're already outside. Vamp on vamp violence ain't off-limits out here,"

Now he looked annoyed as he held an obsidian-painted index just before her lips. "Ice your clam, that's not what I came to talk to you about,"

His bored ass being over everything in existence had to be an act. No one, not even Pam was that bored and annoyed at every angle. And why did he want to talk to her if this mundane scene was so beneath him?

"I don't know you and you don't know me, we got nothin to talk about,"

"Why don't you try it with a vampire?" His face took on a more curious turn and Tara was sure if she asked for clarity, his default agitated state would return. Only she figured she knew exactly what he was talking about. She decided to play coy.

"Try what?"

To her surprise, the expression on his face only morphed into an assured one. "Feeding and fucking. You'll learn control and you won't harm any humans,"

The fact that he looked serious made Tara want to burst out laughing. The fact that this was none of his business made her want to tell him to mind his own. The fact that she realized he'd been eavesdropping on her conversation with Jessica earlier made her want to slap him. Except her break was almost over and she'd had enough of Missy Pam's micromanaging hissy fits for one night, deciding this perv wasn't worth it.

"It's no business of yours but thanks for the tip. I'll keep that in mind," she moved to step around him. His eyes rolled and he grabbed her arms, replacing her into her spot before him.

"Your baby vamp friend would make a horrible teacher and your Maker is obviously determined to throw you into the shark tank, only throwing you scraps of guidance at her convenience. Why would you take that sort of bullshit? So she could be proud of you as a human is to their dog?"

Ouch, that hit too deep! "What's the alternative, you?"

The boy who never smiled actually smirked. "I come with many satisfying perks,"

Pig! She thought as she tried to jerk her arm free. "You think just because I'm a vampire, talking nasty is gon lure me in?"

"I'm speaking facts. You're so attached to your humanity and you want help controlling your urges. Don't you?"

Tara's chest was heaving in anger. She didn't know Elijah from Don, Jack, or Jose! How dare he proposition her like she was some fangbanging whore who couldn't control herself. His attitude went from blasé to cocky too damn quick, giving her mental whiplash. She'd stopped herself from killing someone on her own when her vampire urges were brand, spankin' new, therefore needed no assistance in trying something she'd never risk anyway.

He continued. "You're new, days out of the ground, I can tell. Showing fang the audacious way you did earlier could have gotten you killed with other vampires, especially one as old as me. You should have learned more than just how to feed by now, how to recognize other vampires before the fangs come out. Not sensing other vampires could cost you your life especially when you don't recognize the authority of an older vampire,"

"Why do you care? What's in it for you?"

"You. Tonight,"

The look on his face read a smug, duh. Cocky little shit! It must have been a vampire thing to always have sex on the brain but Tara wasn't just any vampire.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

He needed to unhand her person, especially if he thought that was a good enough response. Her fangs dropped.

"Your Maker didn't teach you anything, obviously. You need to learn a lot more than glamouring and controlling your feeding habits. I've got over nine hundred years of experience and with the Maker you have, you'll need all the help you can get. Or you can stay on her tight leash and learn the hard way,"

So he was nine hundred years old. Tara initially thought a lot of the younger vampires embodied the pompous ass reputation. Apparently that was the older generation.

"If I find a vampire worthy of said help, maybe I'll hit 'em up. I have to get back to work,"

Everything Elijah said was likely true, still, the message wasn't going to penetrate if the delivery was wrong. She pulled away successfully and stormed off, likely leaving him with his ever present life-is-dull-bro expression as she returned to the bar. Once she entered the bar, she remembered Elijah had thrown her cigarette out. Fuckin' A!


After feeding on Anne, Elijah healed her puncture marks with a drop of his blood and glamoured her into forgetting she met him for the time being, also making sure she was glamoured into returning to Fangtasia the next day. He stepped out of his car and leaned against it after closing the door. Anne got into her own car and drove away, with a majority of the patrons that had slipped away for the night. He focused his superior hearing to listen for Tara's voice, smirking knowingly once he'd fished her out.

"Well if you want me on the pole tomorrow, I need the fit. Trust me, I know what looks good on this melanin, why do you think I stay covered up? These vultures wouldn't leave me be if I were to show as much tit as you. Besides, Ginger and Lydia can hack it for a Tuesday. It's slow as hell since Jessica left,"

"Your little pissing contest scared some of the weaker humans off. Costing my bar and me money,"

"I'll double what I cost you tomorrow if I get what I need tonight. It's already past midnight on a Tuesday, come on. It's dead," Tara insisted. She was trying to take off work for the night. Wonder why, Elijah thought.

"If it doesn't rain green tomorrow, you'll be taking over Ginger's jobs until further notice," Barbie Maker snapped after a heavy sigh.

"I won't let you down,"

Tara barely contained her giddiness as she took her leave.

"Go now. Be back a quarter to sunrise and not a second sooner,"

Elijah reentered his car and powered the engine with more enthusiasm than he'd issued anything lately. Two minutes later, Tara stepped out of the bar and began walking out of the parking lot. Once she'd reached the street, he pulled up in his Bugatti, rolling the passenger side window down. Tara paused, shifting her eyes to the heavens as she sighed before she turned to him.

"Tara. Going shopping huh? Need a ride?" He asked with a cheeky smirk and bathed her form in his sweeping gaze so she understood his double entendre.

"Do you only smile when you're being a perv?" She asked, already exasperated.

He smiled a genuine smile before he raised his eyes to the sky and pointed up. "We're wasting the night and we still have to go shopping,"

"This is the weirdest fuckin' proposition I've ever received,"

"What's one night? If you're really gonna make it rain,"

Against her better judgment, she clicked her tongue before she reached for the door handle. Slipping inside, she closed the door, with a firm, yet still gentle pull. He had all but assured her he'd give her the vampire business and some survival info. She mentally swore she'd turn him to goo if this was a waste of time.

Tara stiffened once she was settled in her seat and belted. "You were eavesdropping from outside too?"

"Vampire hearing. Your Maker should have taught you how to control it by now, especially with how loud it is in there,"

"I just keep it off," she sighed. "The noise is… unbearable," The noise was a glimpse into how Sookie must have felt everyday of her life.

"Never do that. Hone your senses, they're enhanced for a reason,"

"My Maker should have told me that, right?"

"Hate to sound like a broken record, but… some vampires weren't meant to be Makers,"

For some reason the way he said that gave Tara a sliver of hope. It reminded her of the way Sookie's Gran would gripe about the things she would do if she were Tara's mother. The disappointment and desire to keep her safe were prevalent in her disdain for Lettie Mae and it appeared the same was present in Elijah's attitude towards Pam. Maybe he wanted to see this through for more than just one night, being an actual guide into her vampire life?

"Are you?" She asked, with a halted breath.

"Hell no,"

That hope was quickly dashed and she frowned at him. "Right. I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing in here with you,"

"We'll get to that,"

He watched Tara roll her eyes at his nonchalant answer as he pulled away from the curb. His perpetual state of impassiveness seemed to equally irk and intrigue the Black Barbie. He'd mastered it in all his nine hundred years and he wasn't going to shed his facade now. He still had to see where the night went.

"What the fuck is this old school opera music?"

She was referring to what she would later come to know as Ave regina celorum, a composition by Leonel Power.

"It's Renaissance music," was his reply.

"You from the Renaissance?"

"Twelfth-century Renaissance,"

She nodded. He was ancient ancient. "Shit. I'm from 1982,"

"Twenty-seven years old," Elijah mused. "An older woman. I was a lot younger than that when I was turned,"

"I sure as hell didn't ask for this,"

"I did,"

Tara side-eyed him, her mind going over the fact that she might have stepped into the wrong vehicle. What if this fool was as crazy as Franklin, killing either for sport or his wounded feelings over being rejected? "You fuckin' serious?! Why?!"

"Because I was a lot younger than you when I was turned." His eyes darted in her direction out of the corner of his eye. "I had no concept of what I was asking for,"

"It wasn't a piece of cake, was it?"

"It was not,"

Tara declined to ask any further questions so they rode in silence for a while. She didn't need to hear about the struggles of a newborn vampire, that was the life she was currently living.

When he pulled into Tracey's overnight boutique, Tara turned to him, thinking it was a good time to test what could be a relatable moment. "I'm sorry it wasn't everything it was cracked up to be. You must have been thrown for a loop,"

He looked at her solemnly. "Doesn't phase me now. I've adjusted and I wouldn't choose any other way to be now,"

She scoffed, understanding that there were no moments to be had between them since he clearly didn't give a shit about anything save blood, lust, and debauchery, that much was clear. He was an ancient vampire, after all. "You sure about that? With your crazy ass opera music and blasé about life attitude, you seem very well adjusted, Elijah," she moved to take her leave.

With vampire speed, Elijah grabbed and tugged on her arm again for the second time that night. "I remember exactly what it was like in the beginning. Certain music from my human life has always calmed me and kept my urges at bay," he was leaning closer to her and she appeared oblivious to the fact, though her breath was shaky.

His fingers blindly stroked her arm in a tender caress, through her leather jacket. Tara looked at his lips then, while her own trembled. "The vampire urges?"

He answered by pulling her closer to meet her lips. Initially shocked, though she wasn't sure why, she reciprocated and melted into his lips as the kiss deepened. Her hand floated up to graze his cheeks and just before she could get carried away, he pulled away and whispered, "We're wasting the night, Tara,"

Tara but her lip and nodded, glancing regretfully at his lips again before she stepped out of the vehicle. Elijah smirked, knowing she loved the sound of his uttering her name. His senses told him a situation in her pants was brewing and she was working hard to quell the urges it wrought.

The doorbell chimed as they entered the door of the boutique. A busty blond came rushing to greet them. "Good evening, welcome to- Oh my God, Tara? Tara Thornton is that you?"

The blond in question was none other than Tracey, a dumb bitch Tara had the displeasure of attending high school with. "Tracey," Tara replied with a half sneer.

"How long has it been, since high school, right? How have you been?"

She flashed her fangs. "That's how I've been,"

Out of the corner of her eye, Tara could see the subtle amusement in Elijah's eyes. It was gone in an instant when Tracey said, "Oh my! Well, now you're a member of two minority groups,"

Elijah stepped forward and Tracey seemed to notice him for the first time. Tara halted him with an arm in front of his torso. As much as she wanted to rip out Tracey's throat, she wasn't worth it, though if anyone took out the trash, it was going to be Tara. Besides she'd already experienced what happens when you fuck up some racist rednecks and have a night of adrenaline fueled passion. She was not here for round two!

"Nice seeing you, Tracey. Interesting to see you're exactly the same," Tara stepped past Tracey and pulled Elijah's hand along.

Elijah witnessed the blonde's envious gaze travel over Tara's backside. "Well, you're clearly different. What size are you up to now?"

"Still a small to medium up top," Tara said, looking over her shoulder with a smile. "My ass grew three sizes though, you got anything I can fill out?"

Tracey donned a disdainful sneer. "You know what, I think we're all out of the 'bubble butt' size," she said with air quotes.

"I'm sure you have something in the back. Well, not back there of course," Tara gestured to Tracey's form. "But in the stockroom?"

"I don't."

"I'll have a look around,"

Tara darted all around the room with vampire speed while Tracey stood there seething. She clicked her tongue at Elijah. "Her mama used to drink so she just doesn't mind very well, she never learned. Tara's always had trouble connecting with folks because of it,"

Tara flashed in front of Tracey's face with an armful of merchandise and a vampire snarl. "I connected with your boyfriend well enough to fuck him!"

"Well, I don't live in the past, Tara. I have my own business and a four-bedroom house with a BMW in my two-car garage. I'm not a damn lazy fool who's so desperate she had to turn into a vampire to-"

Elijah's hand caught her throat, lifting her off her toes, having had enough of her racist bullshit. The bitch was clearly insecure that Tara had a shapely ass that was enticing enough to lure her boyfriend astray. Everything that came out of her mouth was meant to drag Tara and she'd already had a verbal mopping for the night. He decided that was enough.

"Over the years I've met thousands of people, many racists in some form or another, what with tribalism and all. One thing remains constant about them. You're all fucking idiots, each and every one of you! Something is missing deep down and you'll spend forever searching for it," He said with a glare. "Tell me, Tara. If it were up to you, what would you do if she kept spewing her bigotry?" He asked, eyeing her from the side.

"I would rip out her fucking heart and fry it up with some grits. And collard greens," she added with a coy grin.

He laughed and tightened his grip while the racist sputtered. "What's stopping you?"

Tara furrowed her brows. Was he serious? She didn't really want to kill her. "We- we're in public!" She whispered.

He flashed them both back to the stockroom in an instant, dropping Tara's merch in the process. "Now we're not," he lowered the blonde to the floor, ordering her to stay put. "This will merely be a lesson in what you don't do,"

He glamoured the bitch into believing she was nothing more than Tara's bloodwhore and it was a privilege for Tara's succulent mouth to make contact with her wretched, racist skin. As the Black Barbie pierced her carotid, Elijah caressed her hair, encouraging her to take all the blood she could.

"Do you feel her heartbeat slowing?" He asked as he brushed her hair back.

Tara pulled off her bitch's neck and sucked in a breath. "Is she going to die?"

"Since the moment we walked in, she was marked for death. If you don't rip out her heart, I will,"

Tara looked at Tracey, realizing her earlier threat was only that, but in Elijah's eyes it was a promise. As much as she wanted to kill, she knew it was an urge to be kept at bay unless it came down to survival.

"Elijah, I-"

"Maybe I'll rip her head off instead,"

She wasted no time in plunging her hand into her former peer's heart and extracting it. "Gahh!" She exclaimed as she threw the organ. Suddenly she was squeamish, no longer hungry. She jumped back and rose to her feet, shaking the blood off of her hands.

"Don't feel bad," Elijah said, holding her by the waist. "You're a baby vampire and she should have known not to push you and think she was gonna get away with it. Especially with the night you've had, you weren't in the mood to take anyone's shit. It was an unfortunate accident that can happen when newborn vampires are learning control. Besides, considering how evolved the world has become, racism could be long extinct. Only people like that tend to provoke it, spreading that bullshit,"

"Welcome to the south," Tara mumbled. "Where the past is the future,"

He made a phone call and moments later, two vampires flashed in as the clean up crew, with one of them wiping Tara's hand clean. Elijah then took her hand and led her back through the store, collecting her fallen merchandise.

"We're stealing now? Not that I'm judging but aren't you a loaded vampire?"

"My men will pay for it. But this money won't fund her business, it'll be donated to a cause of your choosing,"

"Hold up, charity and you have men?"

"My progeny's,"

What?

"Thought you weren't cut out to be a Maker?"

"I need someone to do my bidding, don't I? Gives me more time to focus on you,"

Tara scoffed at his deflective teasing. But she had all the lingerie and dominatrix wear she needed to make it rain for Barbie vamp the next night, as she truly did have a sharp eye in figuring out what went best with her form and complexion. She intended to let Elijah leave without paying for anything, though he convinced her she needed to recognize his authority as an older vampire when it came to financing her spree. She only acquiesced after assuring him he'd be paid back every cent since it was a limitless shopping spree.

Elijah ushered her towards the dressing room where she tried on ensemble after ensemble for him, gotten his expert opinion, and actually taken his advice on what combinations were the best thirst traps, in addition to making her laugh on more than one occasion. They declined to discuss their origins again, or the heartless corpse in the back and Elijah figured there was ample time for that. She began to immensely enjoy his company by the time they left the shop.

Once they were back in his Bugatti, with her spoils, Tara automatically kissed him again in a move that felt strangely natural and domestic. Elijah deepened the kiss, sucking in her gasps, wanting to taste every inch of her. The very urges he had previously warned about were now assaulting Tara, evidenced by the way she moaned into his mouth and kissed his lips in an atypically enamored fashion.

She could no longer contain her desire and it was a beautiful thing.


Once they reached Elijah's colonial-style mansion, there were O neg groupies to feed on. Elijah fed and nearly drained his human while Tara took caution with hers. Watching Elijah's feeding cautioned her to check her own bloodlust.

He then grabbed her hand and zipped her up to his master bedroom, which was light-tight when the window shutters were closed.

"All this just to impress me? Dropping Tracey, paying for all this shit, and these digs? You're laying it on pretty thick, aren't you? I mean I already agreed to spend the night with you, obviously, that's why I'm here,"

Elijah lifted one shoulder in a shrug as he walked to the window. "Your first time should be memorable and I won't be here for a repeat sesh. Business calls," he pushed a button and the shutters closed, automatically, displaying a portrait of a nighttime sky. "But, when I get done with you, the experience that is me will be etched so deep into your snatch, that- well, you'll see," he chuckled as Tara scoffed. He was so damn sure of himself as he strode towards her with a heated but altogether smug mask.

"You better not be all talk," Tara said as his hand slipped around her neck to grab the back of her hair. He yanked her closer, with his other hand slipping under the edge of her corset top to rub on her skin underneath. Her hands hooked around the back of his neck, stroking the long S patterns that made up his jet black curls.

"I don't make promises I can't keep," he uttered before he enclosed Tara's lips within his.

Though his lips seemed dull and lifeless, they came alive when they were finally on hers again. Kissing her eagerly, he opened her up to deepen his oral embrace and it sparked an electric charge all over her body.

"Oh my God," she sighed against his mouth.

He pressed his forehead to hers. "I know. And that was only a kiss," he spun her around with his lightning speed and pinched her hips between his fingers and thumb of his left hand, while his right hand pulled the strings of her corset, slowly. "Move your hair over your shoulder," he whispered into her ear.

Tara's hands gradually crept up, silently complying as he loosened her strings. When her strings were loose enough she unhooked the front completely, dropping her stylish shapewear. Elijah's hand slid up from her back around to her shapely mounds, grazing his fingers over her pebbled nipples before he squeezed over the flesh. His lips dipped down her neck and dropped kisses along her shoulder blade before he turned her around. The look on his face was dark with heat. Being a vampire, it could have been reminiscent of the crazed Franklin Mott, but it was more passion fueled, similar to the way Eggs had once looked upon her. Or when Naomi finally admitted how she felt about her after two months of fuckin' around.

Except this was different in so many ways. For one, she and Elijah were both vampires. There was no maenad spell pulling them together, and there was no alternate persona for Elijah to seduce. They had already agreed this would be a one time thing, so the worry about an obsessive kidnapping repeat did not plague her with uncertainty. This was a lesson in survival and intimacy like she'd never imagined. There was just them and the inches of space closing between them in the night, acting on their lust-fueled passion as he sunk his fangs into her bosom.


~Three nights later~

"Here's your cut," Elijah said as he tossed their money onto the desk in the nonchalant fashion he did everything with. Elijah, better known as Sheriff Stormer, hardly looked Tara's way and she kept her eyes averted from him as much as possible. Because fuck Elijah Stormer!

Tara turned to leave after collecting her money.

"There is one directive from high up," the sheriff added. Tara paused and glanced warily his way. "A procreation mandate. We need at least thirty new vampires by the end of the month,"

Pam tilted her head defiantly. "And if I don't?"

"Then, in the name of The Authority, I take possession of your assets, including your progeny," Elijah said to Pam before his eyes shifted to Tara.

Tara's dead heart would have dropped if it was still beating, with the way he finally looked at her. As impassive as it appeared to Pam, Tara knew what was behind his mask. A hunger for power that she'd rarely seen. When he slid up to her three nights ago, she initially thought he was a fangbanger, but when she found out he was an ancient vampire, she thought he was a rich bitch of a vampire passing through the town, scoping out the local blood supply.

Curious to try fucking and feeding on the same time since Jessica mentioned it, Tara figured she should try that with a vampire in case she lost control with a human, as Elijah suggested and he was conveniently game with the promise of just one night since it was to be his last in town. In her time with him, she'd discovered vampire on vampire feeding during sex had the ability to make one high as shit, a definite game changer for Tara's newborn undead loins. To add to that, the luxe suite at his grand property brought her decor palette to new heights. One-night stands were to have some serious fuckin standards after her night with Stormer!

Not even twenty-four hours later, she overheard a familiar and quick talking cocky little shit declare to Pam that he, Sheriff Stormer, was the new acting Sheriff of Area 5 before he tossed Pam across the room. Tara rushed to her Maker's aid, to find none other than Elijah sitting in Eric's throne with some skanky bloodwhore, feeding on her plastic tits. His eyes met Tara's with a lazy glint of heat and remembrance before he repierced the bitch's rack. Four human casualties later, he finally left the bar for the night. He was different, reveling in his violence which was barely contained in the walls of Fangtasia, for the public image, of course. This was bad for business, even if the ban on public feeding had been lifted. Killing was still illegal!

He had acted as if she hadn't existed that night and the next, until the moment he locked eyes with her again. In his eyes was a promise that Tara would belong to him should Pam fail to comply.


~Later that night~

Tara rushed into the ladies' room, washing her hands and mouth free of the blood from her latest snack. She was glad she could feed on humans, but didn't think she'd look as becoming with the human population in the bar in her leather bikini and fishnets with bloodied hands. The door to the bathroom stall opened and a fangbanger stumbled out of it, followed by Elijah. He grabbed her chin and tilted it up to face her eyes towards him and said, "Go find another vampire to offer your neck to," in a glamour. The woman nodded and slipped out of the restroom, with Elijah pulling her purple cut out vest she had off her back. Then he looked at Tara with a calculating gaze. "Tara," he raked his fingers through his raven waves. "I thought I smelled you in here,"

Tara turned around and eyed Elijah angrily. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see that she was closer to the bathroom exit than he, mentally reasoning if she moved fast enough she could take her leave. He'd not spoken to her in three nights, yet his thinly veiled threat earlier had unnerved her.

"I was just fuckin' leaving," she snapped. "Got nothing to say to each other so let's just move it along,"

"I have a gift for you," he held out the purple vest that was clearly stained with the blood of his victim. Tara only scoffed and looked at him dumbly. "What, not good enough for you? I pluck you out of this dump and treat you to a five star experience and now you wanna act all stuck up?"

"I ain't ask for all that. We might as well have fucked behind a dumpster in a trailer park with the way you treated me," she shrugged, hoping her attitude was giving sex was trash vibes. Even if it was the best sex she ever had, aside from Naomi and Eggs. Except being a vampire, everything was doubly intensified so Elijah had broken through to the top spot in the array of lovers she'd had.

Sensing her attitude, he sneered and tossed the vest to the ground. "If you were mine, trailer park fucks would be a thing of the past, so far off in your mind, you wouldn't even remember your human life. And the five-star experience would always be a given,"

She didn't know what the hell his problem was and why his interest had suddenly peaked again, but Tara had no intention of giving him the satisfaction of seeing how unsettled his presence now made her.

"Makeup tips be a given too?" She chortled at his dramatic and meticulously applied guyliner and black, smoky eyeshadow. It was clear this guy spent way too much time on his face and there was no way in hell she'd ever again think to trust a man who wore more makeup than her.

His glare darkened and he stalked closer. "You're a fucking comedian now, huh? We'll see how fucking funny you are when I take over Fangtasia and everything in it, including you,"

There's that threat again.

"Careful, Sheriff. I wouldn't come any closer if I were you, I'm not yours and my Maker ain't gonna be too happy with you sliding up on me unwelcome,"

"Not yet,"

What?! He kept saying that, as if it was already a done deal.

"Y'all have until tomorrow night to make at least one vampire,"

Her face fell. The fuck? "You said we had until the end of the month! What the fuck?!"

Elijah backed up and headed towards the door, tossing a smirk over his shoulder as he opened it. "Tick tock,"


~Twenty-four hours later~

Pam scoffed at the human population before she stormed into her office, followed by Tara. "Like I'd ever turn any of these fucks," she scoffed.

"So what, you just gonna let the sheriff take everything? The money, the bar, even me?" Tara's stare burned a hole in the side of Pam's head.

"No, I won't let that fucking happen! He can have the bar. What's it worth at this point? Me and you, we'll live in the wind, just like Eric and I used to,"

Elijah and his guards zipped in just then, with the Sheriff taking a bar of silver to Pam's neck. "Did you know, Ms. Swynford de Beaufort, the penalty for not making new vampires is death? That's how I get to take over your progeny,"

Pam laughed maniacally through the pain. "You'll have to kill me then, because there's no fuckin' way you're keeping her away from me alive. I'll hunt you down."

Elijah shrugged and removed the silver, preparing to rip her head off.

"NOOO!" Tara shouted. Pam was still her Maker, she couldn't just let him kill her. "If you kill her, don't expect me to stick around any longer. I'll find a stake or I'll find my way into the sun, after I kill you," Pam narrowed her eyes, mentally questioning what the fuck that meant. The sheriff looked at Tara and gave a languid sigh. "I'll go without a fight, just don't hurt her," Tara assured.

"Tara, as your maker, I command- ahhh!" Pam began but was interrupted by another silver blow to her already sizzling neck.

"I wouldn't make any stupid commands if I were you. Gentlemen, would you take Miss Thornton to the car. I need to have a chat with her former Maker in private," Tara swung until they took silver to her body as well. "Careful with this one, she likes to bite," Elijah bit his lip. "Don't you Tara?"

Tara jumped and kicked to no avail, his guards were older, stronger vampires.


Sheriff Stormer waited patiently, then swung the door shut with vampire speed. In a flash, he'd fitted Pam with a fucking iStake and wrapped a silver chain around her neck.

"Now, I heard that you might have a friend in The Authority, who would, let's say, kill me. For lack of a better word, if I were to kill you," He said as he slowly sat down, still holding the end of the chain. "I have friends in high places too, who could kill your friend, right now if I want them to. I don't have to say it out loud, do I Pam?"

Eric! From the threat to Eric, the abduction of Tara, to the fucking iStake he'd strapped to her tits, Sheriff Stormer was going to die, along with everyone he'd ever met.

"No, Sheriff," Pam muttered.

"Good. All you have to do now is release Tara, to me,"

"What the fuck do you want with my progeny?" She wondered out loud.

"I suggest you don't worry about my acquisitions. What you should worry about is getting your ass to New Orleans if you want this iStake removed. After you release Tara into my care," he tugged on the chain.

Knowing she had to grit her teeth and swallow her pride down if she wanted to get to Eric so they could get Tara back, Pam followed him as he led her out.

Tara was sitting in the vampire version of a police car, which had genuine sterling silver as the interior of the door. Her chin wobbled with despair at the site of Pam in captivity.

"Tara Mae Thornton, you remember what I've told you about our bloodline. The night you were born into darkness was also the night you were born into greatness,"

She looked confused. It was fucked up that an out-of-control vampire imbued with way too much power was preying on her again. But Elijah Stormer wasn't going to fucking get away with this, especially since she would spend forever regretting this moment. Pam made a silent promise to Tara as she released her. "I renounce the ties of our blood and our bond," her eyes widened, aghast with horror. "As your maker, I release you,"

Fucking Stormer nudged her from behind, reminding her of their deal. "Into the hands of Sheriff Elijah Stormer," it felt like affection that was locked deep down was being ripped out of Pam and Tara's state of shock made blood tears pool in the corner of Pam's eyes.

"I accept your offer of your progeny," Stormer shivered and gasped a soft sigh as a sensation flowed through him. "Oooh, tingly," then he got into the passenger seat of the SUV and leaned out of the window. "That iStake is on a timer. You should hurry,"

The vehicle drove off, taking her progeny and her companion.

Eric!


Four hours later, they'd arrived at a huge colony style mansion on four acres of property, surrounded by a silver fence that Elijah warned was electric.

Memories of the passion they shared revisited Tara's mind when she realized they had been there before. Only she hadn't because his first property was in Shreveport, not hours away. This place looked identical to the place he first took her to fuck her brains out days prior.

"Tara," he whispered. "First I'm gonna get you high off my touch, and then my blood," he removed her boots and tugged on her black jeans until she stepped out of them.

Now clad in only a black, sheer thong, Tara felt slightly vulnerable, realizing he was still fully dressed. He ascended her form, running his fingers up her curves.

"You're gonna lose control and that's ok. I want you to,"

What a damn fool she had been to think getting lost in ecstasy with another vampire would turn out any different than it did last time. Now he'd taken her away from Pam and thought he owned her. If she'd had any idea of what he'd had in store for her, she would've decapitated him in the bowels of Fangtasia.

Elijah's guards led her to an office that was reminiscent of her time in Jackson, sat her down, then took post outside of the open double doors.

Moments later, Elijah himself walked in, pulled the doors closed, and took a seat in the chair behind his desk. "Tara," he said, breathing her fucking name in that raspy way again. "Glad you could join me. I wanted to go over some of the new-"

Join him?! Tara flew across the desk, tackling his deluded ass and knocking him and his chair over. She straddled a sturdy grip on his waist and choked him, slamming his head into the ground. "You are a huge fuckin' regret!"

His hands gripped her wrists and she felt his stomach muscles twitch. Seconds later, Tara found herself seated back in her chair with searing sliver chains restraining her wrists. Elijah had reclaimed his seat by then, resuming his listless stare.

He then sighed, leaned forward and pressed his fingertips together. When the fuck did he get gloves?! "I don't know what you don't get about the fact that I've taken possession of you but let me make it crystal fuckin' clear that you belong to me now and you will respect my authority as an older and higher-ranking vampire. I'm your sheriff, remember?" he sneered and pressed his palms to his desk. He seemed to show actual emotions when Tara displeased him, albeit angry ones. "Rule number one: As my property and my progeny in practice, I reserve the right to silver you at my leisure. Two, you do as I say now. Three, never make attempts to escape or impose the true death on yourself or I'll exercise my right to silver you. And four, if you have a problem with any of this, see rule number one!"

He zipped over to her, gripping the arms of the chair as he looked over her. "I went through a lot of trouble to get you here and make sure you and your former Maker are protected, so don't even think about ruining this. This isn't just for me, Tara. There are so many things I wanna show you and I had to make sure you'd stick around,"

"You're a fucking liar, you said it was one night and then you'd let me go! Why didn't you just say you wanted to see me again, I might have been game. Guess we'll never know now that you've kidnapped me!"

That was a damn lie and Tara knew it. She knew she didn't want to get attached to a damn vampire and she wanted to play the field learning control with her meals and lust. Elijah had made it simple for a one time for the archives, insisting that it was his last night in town since his Maker was moving his station. It was perfectly convenient! Until he was back the next night as the new sheriff. Full of shit!

He scoffed. "Don't lie to me. I can see right through it,"

"You lied to me! Mmph, fuck," Physically reacting caused her pain due to the silver chains around her wrists. She tried not to move too much so as to ease her pain.

"I did you a favor,"

"Dun't look nothing like a favor from where I'm sittin'. Looks a lot like kidnapping to me,"

He rose and leaned against his desk, scrutinizing her with his gaze. "The penalty for not partaking in the procreation mandate is death, Tara. But I called in a favor. Pam doesn't have to make a new vampire but she doesn't get to keep hers," he gestured with his hands. "I got a friend of mine to pull some strings and she's going to co-sheriff Area Five with one of my progeny,"

Tara snorted. "Right. Pam will just kill them,"

Elijah shook his head. "My progeny is six hundred years old and Pam knows to recognize The Authority,"

"What's the damn Authority?"

"She really didn't teach you anything about our laws, did she? Besides how to follow the orders she barked at you, like you're a fucking dog?"

He had a point that Tara couldn't argue.

"I don't lie, and I'm not going to withhold information imperative for your survival. A war is coming and you need to be ready,"

"War?"

He nodded. "Between vampires and humans,"

"That's why the Tru Blood factories were bombed. And public feeding?"

"You remember Russell Edgington?"

"Everybody remembers his crazy ass ripping out spines on live TV. But he's dead. Eric and Bill killed him a year ago,"

"Russell started what's known as the Sanguinista movement. Vampires who feed on humans and consider them nothing but food. They feed to kill because it ain't shit to them. Just like he said on TV,"

"Ah hell no, are you tellin' me you're a Sanguine fashionista, because that ain't what I-"

Elijah held a lazy finger up. "I'm not a Sanguinista. I was just loosening my inhibitions the past two nights... I had to assume control. Humans are okay, they let you feed on them and fuck them. What's not to like?"

Tara scoffed. "Why the hell is Russell's ideology rippling through vampires now? What about the Mainstreaming?"

"Russell is not dead. Compton and Northman didn't kill him,"

Tara squirmed in her seat at the mention of that. She hoped Elijah was lying but apparently he didn't tell lies. This was fucking worse than she thought. If he wasn't dead and vampires were lashing out against humans, there really was a war brewing. Her skin sizzled as it pressed into the silver restraints. "Can you please get this off, Elijah. I can listen better without the silver burning into my soul,"

Elijah pressed his lips together in consideration until he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. He pulled off the chains and tossed them onto the floor. She watched her hands heal finally and sighed. "Thank you, I appreciate that," she said, running her wrists.

He looked at her with a curious concern then leaned down to pull her up by her arm. "I had to do that, Tara," he said softly. "You don't understand,"

"I understand perfectly, Russell Edgington is back for an encore and ain't nobody gonna be safe now," Especially Sookie.

Elijah pulled her into his arms, placing her between his legs. "Tara,"

"You trying to apologize to me?"

"Why would I? I'm not sorry for the things I have to do to protect you. From others, even yourself," his hands pulled her waist closer, inciting her anxiety.

"Why? Because I'm a fucking disaster and you have something to gain from that sad fact?"

Elijah's hands crept higher on her waist and wrapped around her back while Tara's hands snaked their way to the nape of his neck. "There's something in you that-"

Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before, she thought before she spun his head three-sixty degrees with her enhanced speed and used her shirt to grab the silver chains and wrap them around his neck. With Elijah stunned and temporally incapacitated, she sped out of the room and away from his property.


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