Black heels dug into suite's carpet. Rampageous steps probably would have cracked under the force of her steps, but for now they only signaled to anyone with common sense that they needed to stay away. Pam was angry. Her reunion with Tara hadn't had the same sweet taste as it once did when she embarrassed her progeny, manipulated Tara's emotions, or ultimately got the upper hand. The woman basically ignored the night before, her. How dare she? Godric left her and her brother to their own devices. He didn't say where he was going and she hadn't been in her right mind to ask him. The wheels of her mind were turning to get Tara on her knees, but everything she'd thought of so far didn't feel as if it could dent this new thing called her progeny's iron will.
"Long day?" Eric joked when he left his room sliding his hands in his pockets watching her in the light of the moon pacing.
Cold eyes drank in her brother. She couldn't very well admit that she'd been defeated in any way shape or form. He'd laugh as any self respecting vampire would if she shared the truth. "Tara."
"So much effort on a progeny sister, why?" It was hard to regard Tara as anything other than a toy. In his eyes she was something to do for her sister, but it impressed him that she captured Pam's attention for this long.
She didn't answer his question.
"If you're bored lets go out and torture something."
She shook her head, "no, it's not as satisfying as torturing the real thing. I don't need some half rated surrogate screaming in pain when Tara's this close by."
"Fine," he shifted his weight adding, "want me to bring her here and hold her down."
Pam shook her head. Eric's brawn approach wasn't going to give her the results she sought. Tara in their time apart felt like she could exist happily without Pam. The blond didn't necessarily like the idea of Tara happy. In actuality she detested it with a freak for a partner and a human for a lover of all things Tara considered herself happy.
Eric watched Pam lost in her thoughts with a scheme taking shape in the way she desired to hurt Tara. He returned to his room trusting if she needed help she'd call on him. She would call and he would come and then things would be back to normal and none of this nonsense about Tara. Perhaps his sister would find a worthy prey for her machinations.
Pam barely registered her brother leaving considering her options and tossing each one into a pile where all the unworthy plans went. She wanted to hurt Tara for the simple fact that this version of her progeny could take the hits she use to throw.
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Her assistant was incompetent. She had the indecency of becoming sick which threw Maryann off as well as her day. She'd have to begin interviewing new applicants soon. Applicants that weren't prone to coming down with the sniffles and leaving their bosses in the lurch. The entire day felt like she was playing catch up having to depend on a less than qualified store clerk who looked at her dumbly when she volunteered them to run her errands. Rick a balding gay man with and effeminate cough that irritated her she acknowledged had done his best and she couldn't fault him for trying. Though her life had larger demands than grabbing her own coffee and if it didn't have the right ratio of cream and sugar it hurt her day.
She sat at her computer in the back office confirming meetings when a knock came at her door. It was Rick inching in her office hesitantly.
"What?" she said from her desk with her eyes glued to the computer.
He began to list all of his regular job duties before he left for the evening. She half listened as she continued to type only to stop suddenly and lean back in her chair.
"Thank you," she finally said sliding off her rimless glasses.
His brows hiked and a whisper of a smile began tugging at his lips.
"Don't get excited," she hurried, "you ruined my coffee I almost fired you," she informed. He didn't know how to respond and deciding to reassure him, "you still have a job, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Thank you," he breathed. She paid him well and that was reason enough to stay even though she could be a bitch and the clientele could be excessively needy and frustrating.
Reaching for his coat outside the office in the break room he pat his pockets down for his keys ready to get home and take comfort with a glass of wine and Will and Grace reruns. Reaching the front door he was immediately stopped by a dark skinned woman who was trying to get in. "I'm sorry," he stated stopping her, "we're closed."
"I'm here to see the owner."
"She's very busy, you can come back at business hours."
He wasn't letting her in.
Tara smirked noticing the decidedly skeptical look he graced her with. With a glamour she could have received entry with no trouble at all, but she felt like making an entrance. Shoving him aside with a brush of her shoulder she started towards the back hearing him recover and pick himself off the floor jogging after her.
"You can't go in there. I'll call the police," he yelled after her.
Paying none of his threats any mind she crossed the threshold into Maryann's office a second before he rushed in to explain that he made it clear that she should come back during business hours. By the time he was finished Tara made herself comfortable in the chair opposite Maryann who hadn't taken her eyes off the dark skinned vampire.
"I can call the police," he offered when Tara made no effort to move.
"No," the owner said removing her eyes from Tara, "go home. "
He didn't need to be told twice. When they were alone Maryann returned to her computer saving her files after taking her time to review them with Tara's eyes boring into her a few feet away.
"I'm extremely busy."
"He's like a little guard dog. I thought about ripping his throat out for the hell of it, just to see the look on his face."
"I'm glad you didn't I hating interview new applicants. Besides I own a lot of expensive pieces that I sell better without bloodstains."
She turned off her computer and turned her full attention on Tara. "Was there something you wanted?"
Tara didn't like her tone guiding her hand to her chin before speeding behind Maryann. Her right hand held her by the throat while the other rested on the top of her head until it closed into a fist. Tara tilted her head to the left and slid her blouse to show her mark at the beginning of her shoulder.
"I thought I explained to you what this meant."
Maryann turned her head. The night she received the bite was the most intense experience of her life. And Tara explained in detail what their blood exchange meant and she'd accepted it eyes wide open. In any case she was still a woman underneath the business woman and everything else that might convince people otherwise.
"You get to have me whenever you want?" she glared, "even when I'm not willing."
Tara wouldn't rape her. Disgusted by the idea she released the brunette rounding the desk, "I'll chalk this up as your adjustment period."
"I have responsibilities and obligations—"
Tara interrupted, "I didn't think I needed to explain to a business woman how contracts work."
"I've never been owned."
"I can make it fun," the dark skinned woman wasn't angry instead understanding of the shop owner's reservations. She'd mixed business and pleasure the night she decided to claim the human as hers. What better way to keep a close eye on Daniel Lesaron than own his proverbial right hand. Making Pam jealous was a perk. She grabbed Maryann's coat, "let's go."
The brunette didn't budge.
"Now," she ordered holding the coat open.
The human stood and put one arm after the other in letting Tara fix it at the shoulders. She felt a hand toying with the back of her neck and then Tara let it slide down her back inches from her backside until she detoured to the shop owner's right hand which she claimed and tugged gently.
"How was your day?" the vampire caught the brunette off guard when she opened the passenger side door for her.
Sliding into the seat she glared.
Shutting the door after her, holding the steering wheel with one hand she didn't start the car, "I can feel you," she began, "I feel every worry, every lie, every happy thing you feel. I'll know everything about you especially when you don't want me to. You've surrendered yourself to me already. Everything else after," she waved at her passenger's stoic expression, "it's only going to make it more difficult to accept."
Tara started the car letting her words pulsate in the brunette's head while the vampire maneuvered the streets quietly.
Maryann on the other hand was at war with her feelings on her predicament. The mystery of fucking a vampire had gotten her into this. It was different and intense and immensely satisfying in ways a human lover could never be. The taste of Tara's blood, the feel of the vampire's body on top of her own, the all encompassing feeling of being taken over. It was scary and exhilarating that the hands bringing her to pleasure could just as easily rip her apart. Those hands, her eyes studied them holding the steering wheel. She didn't mind surrendering to Tara for one night, but in the midst of the wave of sex and desire she had unwittingly given away her freedom to a practical beast. What had she done?
The car stopped.
Tara got out first then opened the door for her helping her out. She watched the brunette frown with her mouth parting slightly confused.
"What is this?"
"I'm making being owned by me fun," Tara grabbed her hand and led her to the back of the line while they waited for their tickets.
"This isn't what I thought you had in mind."
Tara studied the people ahead of her glaring at the forty year old woman who smelled like she'd doused her body in carrots. It was an offending smell that she didn't plan on suffering. With a slight tug she made her intentions to skip the line known and expected Maryann to follow suit. "What are you in the mood for?" she asked almost to the front of the line.
Still confused the boutique owner didn't respond leaving Tara to glamour free tickets from the clerk and blindly accept the sugary treasures Tara handed her from their trip to the concession. It hadn't registered until they were seated and the lights grew dark marking the beginning of the movie surrounded by other couples waiting for the movie to begin, this was a date.
She didn't asked thinking it juvenile to need that kind of confirmation at her age with a vampire who would undoubtedly think her odd for asking. There was no other way to explain when the opening credits began and the opening scene of the latest Bond installation actually got her to focus on the screen.
Tara smirked to herself dipping her head in her date's direction inches from her ear promising, "next time we'll watch a chick flick."
In the durations of a chase scene and seconds before Adele began to serenade the viewers with the Bond opening grabbed the pack of Twizzlers from Tara's concession raid. Brown eyes took in her choice saving it for future reference. The brunette ignored the vampire's gaze giving the movie a chance with plenty of the night left to dissect the evening and this strange creature beside her.