Pam glared at her brother on the other side of the dungeon. The werewolf was nameless and Pam wasn't concerned with why or how he pissed her brother off. She had an issue and it wouldn't be resolved by pouting and sending death glares at her mate to be.
"How do I get rid of her?"
Eric didn't look up from his prisoner. Blood staining the sides of his mouth and she passed him a towel to wipe it away.
"Thank you Pamela."
She nodded, "now how do I get rid of her?"
He folded the towel and returned it to a tray full of sharp toys.
"You're looking at this all wrong," he reasoned.
"She came to me tonight. After she's been sending me obnoxiously expensive gifts, you wouldn't know anything about that would you?"
"I may have advised her on a few things. I thought diamonds were a girl's best friend," he smirked turning to her fully in a bloody tank and dark jeans and distressed boots and gloves, his work clothes.
Pam stepped back when he started moving around near her. She didn't want her outfit ruined because her brother accidently rubbed werewolf all over her. Her face folded from the smell. "They are, but …"
Eric interrupted her, "you're right…she's hideous. That chocolate skin, those full curves," he illustrated briefly cupping his imaginary breasts. "Who wants to drag their nails along chiseled thighs? And power and youth are so overrated aren't they?"
"You're a great help."
"I'm never going to spare your feelings when I know you're in the wrong. She's been making an effort that's cost her more than her money. Try to be nice."
She turned away crossing her arms. She knew Eric's stance when Godric had made it clear what she was expected to do. Eric didn't stray far from their maker's opinion. She envied his blind faith in that regard, but he wasn't the one being forced into marriage.
"I can try," she sighed heavily.
"Good, I know where you two can start."
The blonde quirked her brow.
"I have some business that I need to finish up here. I have a feeling it's going to run over. I'm not going to make my appointment at the club on time so how about you go and take Tara with you."
The idea wasn't entirely unpleasant. She would be out of the house, unfortunately she wouldn't be away from the one person she didn't want to be around.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"You haven't been to the club in months and I know you're dying to watch someone get beat down to a pulp."
She shrugged her shoulders when she considered it that way.
"Treat yourself," he encouraged. A dark gaze landed on the murmuring werewolf handcuffed with silver.
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Godric's tapestries were vibrant stories that Tara found herself enjoying most despite the circumstances of her stay. Standing in the hallway leaning against a wall with her arms crossed she stared a particular piece illustrating a battle. This was where Sookie found her after she had been thoroughly worried over the ambiguity of Truman's conversation.
"Hey."
Tara eyed her friend, "hey. You're feeling better," she pushed off the wall. Sookie hadn't walked the halls alone without an escort. It would usually be her or her tall blond shadow who has taken a liking to the half fairy.
She shrugged away the observation. "It's beautiful in a macabre sort of way."
The dark vampire looked at the tapestry.
"It is."
"The past on a cloth something to sit back and awe over I guess," Lafayette threw in greeting Sookie.
"It's called having culture when you admire shit like this."
"It's called boring the fuck out of me."
"I'm kinda feeling antsy myself," Sookie joined in.
Tara eyed the duo questioningly.
"How about we go out?" Sookie continued when Tara didn't volunteer the suggestion after her and Lafayette's blatant hinting.
"For what? To go where?"
"How bout we get you some place where you're self esteem isn't used as target practice for psycho vampire."
"That's my soon to be wife you're talking about."
"You have my condolences. But, it doesn't change the fact that you need to get out just as bad as we do."
"We," Tara stressed, "You're dead," she addressed to Lafayette halting his nodding.
Pam stood in the beginning of the hall watching the exchange with a curious look, "am I interrupting something?"
Sookie and Tara were startled silent and Lafayette rolled his eyes harshly saying, "oh shit."
Tara glared at him and Pam followed her gaze realizing Tara had a habit of looking off to the side as if something had suddenly caught her attention. Sookie stepped closer to the darker woman when the blond strode toward them purposefully.
"I'm about to go out," Pam stated crossing her arms.
Tara watched her expectantly.
Pam sighed, "Would you like to come with me?"
Sookie was more surprised than Tara and it showed when her mouth dropped open slightly. Pam glared at the blond her brother had taken an inordinate interest in. "You're not invited," she turned on her heel not bothering to wait for Tara's answer, "and neither is your imaginary friend," she called back.
The dark skinned vampire followed Pam down the hall catching up. "Where are we going?"
Cool eyes dragged over the dark woman. She pulled her eyes away when she was done perusing her outfit. They were just going for a few hours. She was dressed properly and she contemplated suggesting Tara change. She had taste and standards and she preferred to be around people likeminded vampires, her soon to be mate wasn't one of them.
They took a corridor that led down steps into a garage of stone where several luxuries cars were showered with overhead lights. Tara whistled her appreciation at the Silver Shelby Mustang Pam unlocked. "Damn," she husked ogling at the car.
"She is a beauty isn't she?" Pam couldn't help herself. She liked having things she owned appreciated.
"She is," the dark woman drew out while she slowly sat in the passenger seat. Massaging the dashboard she asked, "Can I drive her on the way back."
"No," the blond answered quickly.
Tara laughed figuring that would be her answer, "pretty please."
"No."
"We're going to be married soon…you might as well get used to sharing things with me," the younger vampire pointed out.
Pam cut her eyes at the woman before she shifted gears and sped out of the garage.
"We'll share a name, a house," she paused to veer her eyes away from the road, "if you're lucky a bed. But one thing that we won't share is this car."
"Possessive," Tara observed, "that kind of attitude has always turned me on in a woman. Will I have that to look forward to?"
"You would if I wanted you. And I don't."
"I'm not so bad when you get to know me."
"I'm not impressed with what I've seen so far."
Tara watched her placid expression as she maneuvered on the highway after they sped off the back roads that led to their estate.
"That's not fair. I was fed corpses for a year, not the best diet when you want to impress the ladies."
"I can't imagine what vampire would be taken with you," Pam stated.
"Funny you should say that." Pam didn't bite so the dark vampire continued, "I've never been with a vampire before."
"What?" Pam asked dryly.
"I've never been with a vampire. I've been with humans. Hell, I even fucked a half fairy." Pam quirked her brow and Tara rushed, "not Sookie."
"They're warm," the dark woman said distantly watching them pass a car with a gray haired man with glasses bobbing his head to his playlist. Tara smiled fondly.
"Humans and fairies," Pam scoffed. "I would eat you alive."
"I've always found vampires to be a cold and rigid species. I don't see them as good lovers. Maybe stamina wise, but…." Tara drew out exaggerating her apprehension of being one of her own kind.
Lafayette sat in the backseat shaking his head at his cousins' antics, "you asking for it bitch."
Tara smiled in answer. The smile didn't last long. It fell when Pam jerked the car to the side and flew into the passenger seat until she was straddling the younger woman. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Making conversation," Tara shrugged forcing nonchalance, but Pam wasn't fooled, she could smell her arousal.
"In another life I fucked people I didn't want. In this one I decide. Don't try to mind fuck me because I'm not one of your feeble minded humans you can play reverse psychology with."
"It's not working too bad for me," Tara stated when she caught the back of Pam's thighs before she could speed away just as quickly as she had pounced.
Tara wasn't stronger. Pam was older, though for some reason she couldn't make herself pull away. Brown eyes peered into cool blue and neither woman spoke for several seconds. If they were human heavy breathing would fill the silence they sat in. Pam lowered when Tara's hands began exploring her thighs. Nails ran over Pam's backside pulling her to Tara. She reached her head forward and Pam lowered hers ever so slightly.
"This isn't fucking happening." Pam whispered in mid descent.
Tara nodded, "its fucking happening," she countered pressing her lips against Pam's.