Tsk it took a lot longer to update this than I would like. Watching True blood kind of...killed my muse because there's so much going on, and then I got busy, but here it is.

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"Sookie, he's a god damn vampire." Tara stated the obvious like it was supposed to be a revelation to her mind reading friend. Tara had been trying to impress the severity of the situation on her best friend for the past week or so, and had been failing miserably. Sookie was too busy carelessly plunging into danger to care about perserving her health. Her very blonde, and very naive friend was experiencing love for the first time-and like all people burdened with love, she was slowly surrendering everything to it. She was skipping shifts at Merlotte's, neglecting her friends, and avoiding her family for a fanger with the social graces of a rock. A rock Sookie was helplessly drawn to, and hopelessly in love with. In one short month Bill Compton had become the epitome of every wet dream Sookie had ever had. He was dark, mysterious, and a blissfully silent mind she didn't have to ignore. In her words, Bill was beautiful because he managed to preserve his humanity, and because he made her feel safe and sane.

Sookie put him on a pedestal, and clung to this idyllic illusion of him-believing with every fiber of her being that he was perfect. Maybe not a perfect man, or a perfect vampire, but perfect for her.

In Tara's opinion, Bill Compton was a cancer that needed to be surgically removed from Sookie's life. A vampire with human tendencies was not a rarity to treasure. It was a walking catastrophe waiting to happen. A vampire could never go back to being human. Any vampire that tried was a masochist, begging for heartache and retribution. Bill Compton's self deprecating nature would destroy both himself, and Sookie. Tara knew self loathing when she saw it, and a vampire who could not endure their own eternity alone would not be able to share their life with someone else. Sookie was a distraction for him-a distraction from his own despair. And even if Tara was wrong and if he was a normal vampire that only considered Sookie a meal, than her friend will have signed her death warrant for a love that didn't exist.

She was not condeming their relationship out of spite.

She was trying to protect Sookie from the inevitable reality-that her love with Bill was doomed from the start.

However, her warnings fell on deaf ears.

In Sookie's eyes she was overstepping herself, and the blonde woman folded her arms across her chest defensively. "You say the word vampire like it's on the same level as convict, or rapist. Just because he's not human does not mean he's evil Tara. If you got to know him-"

"I don't want to get to know him." Tara sighed noisily, regretting ever opening her mouth. She didn't want to argue, she just wanted Sookie to be more careful. "If you want to hang around with vamps-that's up to you, but I won't be getting personal with any in the near future." She declared stubbornly, with an adamant shake of her head.

"Alright fine, be a bigot like everyone else in Bon Temps." Sookie smiled, a small witty smile that immediately set Tara on edge. "I know how much you enjoy being clumped in with the majority of narrow minded idiots around here." Her mind reading friend retained a smug expression even as Tara began to fume. Only Sookie could weave words together in a way that pissed her off to the utmost, but at the same time made her want to snicker. The duality of her emotions surprised, and amused her. Somethings never changed. Ever since they were kids, this was how they interacted with each other.

It was always a roller coaster ride of extremes.

Either they were giddy, and giggling like school girls or at each other's throats ready to shed blood at the nearest provocation.

Tonight was the latter it seemed.

And like always it was Sookie's fucking fault.

The girl was a magnet for trouble.

Sookie was doing her best not to smile as she took off her Merlotte's apron. "So is that a yes, you'll cover my shift?" The blonde asked carefully, a tremulous note in her voice as she tried to measure Tara's expressionless face. So much hope was attached to that one question, that Tara felt her natural resolve wavering at being the recipient of such a pathetic plea.

"Fuck." The ebony skinned woman breathed out the word in exasperation-a litany of other expletives ghosting across her mind. She ran a hand through her coarse raven locks to stem her frustration, and gather her thoughts-her lips pursing into a thin line. "Fine, but be careful. Promise me you'll look after yourself." She demanded, accepting the apron wearily from her now ecstatic looking friend. It didn't take much to please her did it? A moonlit stroll to deepen an already fatal attraction was like Christmas to Sookie Stackhouse.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Sookie gushed gratefully, encircling a very disgruntled Tara into a rib crushing hug. Tara rolled her eyes, but accepted the overwhelming affection being directed at her. Resigned to the fact that people only seemed jovial around her when they were able to coerce her into doing what they wanted. Was Sookie even aware of how manipulative she was sometimes? Or was she that blinded by her desires? Forcing a tired smile to up turn her lips, she shrugged out of the hug that suddenly seemed suffocating.

"Yeah. Yeah. Just get outta here. Have fun with your vampire." Tara drawled disparagingly, unable to incorporate sincerity into her tone. She wanted Sookie to be safe. Damn having fun.

Sookie was blissfully ignorant to her sarcasm though, and all but sped out of the door, excitement quickening her step. Watching her until the last wisps of her pony tail disappeared around the corner Tara could do nothing but sigh. Praying Sookie's fantasy love proved to be real instead of some elaborate ploy. "Some people deserve to be happy 'round here anyways." She mused quietly to herself, before directing her attention back to the bar, and the night crowd that was amassing in Merlotte's. A sea of familiar alabaster faces greeted her; Residents of Bon Temps that filtered in at night for a drink, and interesting company.

People that Tara just didn't give a damn about most nights.

"Hookah what was that about? Sookie rushed out of her like her ass was on fire." Lafayette's voice dropped conspiratorially as he peered out at her between the square window that separated the kitchen from the bar. His voice brought a genuine smile to her face, and she turned to face her only blood relative that wasn't a complete disappointment to her. As always Lafayette was dressed festively, in a plethora of colors, proudly displaying his taste in clothes while also exhibiting his prowess as a cook in the kitchen.

Tara made a disapproving sound in the back of her throat. "Yunno that girl Lala…her entire world revolves around Bill fucking Compton." She dragged out the vampire's name, pouring venom and distaste into every syllable.

"Oh? Now that's interesting…You know Bill Compton then?" A dry sonorous voice cut into the conversation, derailing whatever reply Lafayette might have said. Not only had Lafayette been silenced, but the entire bar was eerily mute-like everyone was holding their breath. The quiet was daunting, and unnatural. Her face deceptively calm- Tara slowly turned to face the speaker, and the witty remark she had in mind died on her lips. Standing in front of her, donned in clothes that must have cost a fortune, was a stunning blonde woman with luminous glacial eyes comprised of varying shades of blue. The woman carried herself like she was extravagant, and her supple lips were turned upwards into a wicked smirk that would terrify any lesser being.

She exuded power in a way that only vampires were capable of.

And Tara was keenly aware of her heart stuttering as the woman's presence set off several instinctual alarms.

She swallowed heavily, burying all of her fears and insecurities before finding her voice. "Everyone knows Bill. We don't get many vampires around here." She replied steadily, keeping her face carefully neutral as she addressed the blonde vampire.

The woman's answering chuckle made a cold chill run down Tara's spine. "You all are in for an unpleasant surprise then. But for now, I need you to do me a service." The vampire smile predatorily, arresting Tara with an impenetrable gaze. Lost in those voracious tides of blue, Tara felt her resistance melting away, as she was swept up in a maelstrom of need: Need to please the indescribable woman in front of her.

"Whatever you want." She murmured dazedly, her dull senses vaguely aware of Lafayette's heated whisper, of what the fuck are you doing Tara. But unable to reply because she wasn't truly cognizant of the people around her. She was only truly aware of the blonde vampire caressing her with her voice, and her enrapturing with her piercing blue eyes.

"So your name is Tara…" The ebony skinned woman shivered as her name left the vampire's lips. "Come with me Tara."

And Tara went.

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(Pam's pov)

Pam left the human cesspit known as Merlotte's with her prize, an incorrigibly smug look dominating her features. Searching for a Nest of stray vampires was a grueling process-that she just didn't have the time for. But by cornering Bill in his home she could ascertain where the Nest was and eliminate it. This delightfully compliant human would lead her to Bill, and cut her searching time in half. Tara might even live to remember this night, if she proved to be useful enough. Stopping by a bar to interrogate the masses had been a stroke of genius on her part. And luckily for her, there was only one bar in the backwater town of Bon Temps. In comparison to Fangtasia, Merlotte's was a horrible travesty, but that was the case with most human ventures.

Pausing on the side of the road to interrogate her lackadaisical guide-away from prying human ears, Pam halted the woman by placing a hand on her shoulder. "Alright, do you know where Bill Compton lives?"

"Yes." The ebony skinned woman responded, her tone soft and subdued. A stark contrast to Tara's normal tenor that was typically filled with virility.

Satisfied with the answer, Pam pursued another line of questioning. "Do you know if he's home right now?"

"He's out with Sookie." The glamoured human informed her dully, and Pam's profile became contemplative as she absorbed this new information.

After a long, illustrious pause-filled with all of Pam's unspoken thoughts and deliberations, she finally voiced her annoyance at Bill Compton's timing. "That's inconvenient." She sighed despairingly, wondering why the majority of people she interacted with insisted on complicating her life. Now Pam was going to spend an insufferable amount of time darkening Bill Compton's doorstep-waiting for him to come home from his tryst with his human. "Alright-lead me to his house. He has to come back from his disgusting rendezvous at some point, and we can settle this affair."

"As you wish." Tara nodded submissively, and began paving a path through the vegetation.

Pam followed without a word, a flicker of hesitation making her pause as her expansive stilettos sank into the mud. Effectively distracting the vampire from her quest for a moment. Carefully-she yanked her now ruined shoes from the dirt, a dark scowl dominating her features. Quieting her instinctual response to violently kill the nearest breathing creature-Pam began to tread more carefully through the greenery. Only one thought surfaced through her mind as she trailed after her glamoured human through the forest.

Fuck you Bill Compton.

And this was the one thought that turned like a carousel through her thoughts as the short walk lengthened into something extensive and unbearably long. Tara was hardly in a condition to be considered good company, and Pam had entered this situation with a very slim grasp on her temper that was continuing to deteriorate with every passing second. This coupled with her nonexistent patience left Pam with a dilemma. She could satiate her desires and give up this inane search for the night, or she could delve into this problem earnestly and never have to hear about it again.

The former sounded beautiful.

The latter was equally tempting though.

She supposed she might as well finish what she started-and hunt down this Nest since she'd gone through the trouble of glamouring Tara, and traipsing through the forest already. It would be boring if didn't at least get the pleasure of disposing of the vampires who were responsible for her current unsalvageable attire. "Are we almost there human?" Pam drawled-an irrefutable note of impatience in her voice, as her gaze flicked to the slender slope of Tara's back and trailed up to her head. Piercing her with unamused glacial orbs.

"It's just up ahead." Tara replied distantly.

"Wonderful." Pam breathed-her voice lilting sonorously. Moving quickly the blonde vampire circled around Tara-brushing past the glamoured human to get a better look at the house she planned on invading to wait for Bill. Already she was renovating plans in her mind in order to accommodate herself for the night. The sun would be rising soon, and she'd rather not be caught in it's warm yet insidious rays. But before she could help herself to Bill's lodgings-she needed to break into his house. Skirting the bushes in front of her-Pam huffed as she noticed the large pine trees that were still obstructing her view of the lovely residence. In order to see it, she needed to extricate herself from the safety of the treeline.

As she crossed the threshold-leaving the cover of the forest for the more exposed clearing in front of her- she froze as the scents and sounds of many vampires washed over her. Lingering beneath the alluring scent of blood and sex was the scent of not one, but several vampires and Bill's musky scent hovered at the edge of her senses as well, claiming the land in front of her. Pam stared bizarrely at the house defiling her vision-disbelief crossing her features. Bill didn't know where the Nest was. Bill was housing the Nest of Vampires.

…Bill was a fucking idiot.

Slowly backing into the treeline before her presence was noticed, Pam darted back to Tara in an abrupt burst of speed. The ebony skinned woman was still walking at a depressingly human pace to Bill's house-so it was a small matter to intercept her on the way there. Stalking forward, every muscle and sinew rippling in her body-Pam's grasped Tara's jaw with her fingers forcing her to meet her icy blue gaze. "Change of plans. When I say your name-I'm going to release you from my control. You will remember nothing about meeting me or leading me here, but you will continue to assist me-and you won't give me grief. Understand?" At Tara's painfully slow-whatever you say, Pam nodded crisply-leaning into the ebony skinned woman to tease her senses again. "Wake up Tara."

Stepping back as the glamoured woman blinked owlishly at her, slowly regaining her lucidity-Pam crossed her arms beneath her breasts waiting patiently for the dark skinned woman to gain full control of her faculties. A plethora of emotions tormented Tara's expression-confusion, uncertainty, fear, and finally anger as she began to notice her location and who she was there with. "What the hell is going on?" The newly coherent woman demanded, her stormy gaze fixed accusingly on Pam.

The blonde vampire rolled her luminous glacier orbs.

"What's going on is that your life hangs precariously in the balance right now. Whether you live or die depends on if you listen to me. And if you don't listen to me I'll kill you myself." She promised tonelessly, daring Tara to contest her. Pam had no real intentions of killing the woman in front of her, or letting her die, but fear was a good motivator-and to be frank-humans were gullible. Several witnesses had seen Tara leave with her so it would not be intelligent to let the woman die in her care. And if Pam left her glamoured she would die. Horribly.

Tara gaped disbelievingly at Pam. "You think you can dictate to me whether I live or die? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Pam chuckled morosely, an exquisite smile tilting her lips upward. "I'm your worst nightmare childe, in the form of unparalleled beauty, and delicious promiscuity-but I was born Pamela Swynford de Beaufort. It's a pleasure to meet you." She introduced herself-her sardonic drawl making every word sound salaciously inappropriate, and appallingly insincere.

And once again Tara did not look amused.

Pam's chuckle deepened. "Now…let's talk about what I need from you Tara."


And that's the end of that.

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