Something short and sweet just for you guys might get MIA again so hopefully these few chapters I wrote less than two days will tide you addicts over for a while.

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Pam growled from the passenger side of her Mini Coup. It wasn't a glamorous car, but Pam liked the compact vehicle for some reason. "What exactly have you been playing at all these years Lafayette?"

The dark mans' eyes widened, "not damn thing Pam," he hurried to defend his innocence. It was his fault if he cousin was a thief.

Thornton sat in the back. Pulling the gun out of the back of her pants she placed it on the seat beside her. Pam studied her movements from the rearview mirror.

"What do they want?"

Brown eyes met her reflection. They were less than helpful, Lafayette notice it gave him the perfecto opportunity to show how loyal he was. "Godric's journal," he shared.

Thornton flinched glaring at the back of his head. "I should shoot you."

"It wouldn't be the first time bitch," this time their eyes met.

"Not now," Pam started. They still had thirty minutest left in their ride.

"Take this left," Thornton instructed. Lafayette waited for Pam to concur. She didn't so he ignored his chance to turn. Thornton's head craned eying the missed street. "Or not."

"Why should I give you what you want when I'm obviously unsatisfied?"

"You were looking more than satisfied at the hotel," Thornton mumbled low enough for the vampires sensitive hearing.

"My care my place," Pam answered sweetly.

Dark finger drummed on the metal surface of the gun. The lights of the city were becoming muted by the fading twilight. It would be light soon. She hated close calls. The dark skinned woman kept quiet for the remainder of the ride. The silence was tense and Lafayette, more fragile than the other two, was worried about what the day had in store for them.

Twenty minutes later thanks to a little speeding and plenty of green lights the car was washed in the black of the dark garage. No one moved from the car for a full two minutes. Lafayette's hand brushed nervously on the steering wheel and Thornton circled an invisible design on her jeans. The only person, who wasn't alarmed by the silence, instigated it.

She opened the door the pull of the day weighing on her, but not as heavily as did in her earlier years as a vampire. Hadn't she just been reminiscing about simpler times?

"To save me a lot of time and energy and you a shitload of blood, "she turned her head slightly. "Who wants his journal?"

Thornton didn't speak.

Lafayette shook his head mumbling under his breath. Pam flicked cool eyes in his direction, but he didn't notice since his was faced forward to the door of the back entrance to their club. Would it be wise to call it their club anymore? Lafayette may have brought Thornton to her doorstep and the trouble of six heavily armed men with silver bullets.

"Lafayette explain to Thornton how magnanimous I'm being. I don't give many chances."

"She's being fucking nice to your right now cuz. I know you hate vampires. You think they get under skin, but you don't know til them bitches been under your skin," he said that last part drenched in a melancholy seriousness he wished he didn't own. Torture changes people.

Thornton's phone rang. Picking it up Pam looked at the number not recognizing it. "Who could this be?" she purred.

"I don't know."

Getting out of the car she grabbed Thornton by the shirt dragging her across the upholstery grazing Lafayette's shoulder with the bottom of her shoe. Stumbling out she managed to plant her feet on the cement. Pam pushed her aggressively against the wall.

Pam started, "go inside Lafayette."

He didn't need to be told twice and soon it was only the two women standing in silent intensity.

The line of her mouth curved upward.

"You going to kill me with kindness?" she glowered chewing the inside of her lip.

"Something like that," she hovered over the full lips of the immortal. She drew her tongue out creating a wet line on her bottom lip.

Thornton jerked back, but she couldn't withdraw fully. The car at her back and the blond at her front she was between a rock and very soft place. It was tempting to give in. Though, she had to remember who this was and then she realized she knew who this woman was.

Godric's descendant sired by Eric Northman a former Viking. Blond hair, blue eyes, great legs she had never made the connection before because Sophie was sweet and southern and nothing like reputation that painted her so evilly. A knee rose meeting Thornton's warm center.

"Stop," the dark woman commanded.

"Or what?"

"Or else," she groaned biting her lip as she fought the arousal.

A hand brushed Thornton's left breast as it rose to brace the metal of the car behind her. She pushed at Thornton's center harder.

"I'm not that easy."

"That's what they all say," she whispered closing in the intimate distance letting her lips meet. It wasn't like the first kiss. Thornton wasn't delicate as she returned it. In fact she bit the blond's lower lip in rebellion.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Thornton's phone buzzed again.

Pam drew it from her coat pocket and answered it this time.

"Hello?"

The person on the other end hadn't expected the silky voice and hung up soon after. Pam pulled the phone from her ear frowning.

"That wasn't nice."

"Just let me go."

"Where's the fun in that?" Pam murmured brushing Thornton's hair behind her ear teasingly. "You got to see me squirm. I want to return the favor."

"How bout we forget what happened earlier tonight. What would it look like if it got out I had sex with a vampire?"

"It would look like you have more value than the walking cow you are."

"With that kind of sweet talk why would I think you were nothing but a blood sucking bitch from hell."

"I'm from London a sight cooler than hell," the accent came with a vengeance.

They wouldn't even agree to disagree. Pam didn't mind it standing here making Thornton uncomfortable, but as her eyes slowly undressed the darker woman she thought of more pertinent things to do that were a lot more fun.

Thornton's phone rang again. This time the blond handed it to her. Her hand closed around the other's woman's hand.

"Don't fuck with me," she warned as she pressed the button to answer using the other hand to hold it up to her lover's ear.

"Hello," Thornton greeted.

It was Bill.

"I heard some disturbing news I just wanted to check in to see if you were alright."

"Disturbing news Bill. Whatever do you mean? I hope it's not the fact that our employer has gone coocoo for cocoa puffs and almost got me killed tonight."

Silence.

"You fucking sold me out?" Thornton pushed forward unconsciously choking herself in Pam's unrelenting hand.

"You know how impatient he can be."

"Fuck him and fuck you."

"Don't start talking stupid not when we're so close."

Thornton hung up the phone. She stomped it hard breaking it beyond repair. The pieces of it crunched under her foot. Pam looked down questioningly at the mess.

"The call was being traced. Me and Bill have our little language," she explained.

"Whose got that much influence over you two?"

"I need a drink."

"And I need to fuck."

"I don't do vampires," Thornton protested when the blond released her.

"On the contrary, you do vampires well—very well."