I know I've been lax with this but I felt inspired after 'Chinese' and a ham sandwich.
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The ride was quiet. Pam liked it that way. Though, a brooding Tara wasn't an entertaining one and Pam didn't much anticipate the boredom of silence all night. She should have been headed back to the estate, but she didn't feel like returning to Godric's disapproving stare or stomach her brother's glazed expression every time Sookie walked in. He was no better than a puppy her brother following her around. She had never had that experience with anyone and she wasn't about to start now, not that she was in danger of affection. Tara had proven to be incapable of control and the lack of it wasn't appealing.
She was distracted by a light from a vehicle speeding towards them. The annoying lights bothered her, but Pam fully expected them to pass her by. Neither woman was prepared for the impact. When the car careened into the cement barrier sandwiching the street the hood groaned and the driver side light smashed leaving the passenger side to illuminate a fraction of the damage. Their bodies jerked every which way while the car groaned, skid, and folded.
No one moved at first and after a few moments when the shock settled and rage alarmed Pam that someone intentionally ruined her car. She sat up slowly inspecting her left arm. She felt the pain, but it dimmed in comparison to what she felt imaging ripping off the head of the personal responsible. There was a lot of blood. She jerked it from the door only to hear her jacket rip from the jerk. Fuck! She screamed in her head.
"Shit," she growled.
Setting her jaw she looked around the car noticing Tara staring straight into the rearview mirror.
"What the fuck are you looking at?"
Tara didn't respond looking around the car for anything to defend herself with. "Lafayette," she growled.
"It's big and bag and ugly," Lafayette rushed for Tara to get up outside the car and staring at the hulking mass of monster advancing at them. "Get the hell out the car Tara."
"What the fuck is it?" she asked pushing against the dash that had bent into her knees, "fuck," she groaned from the pain.
"Move," Pam pushed her hand out the way pushing the dash up enough for Tara to maneuver her legs from under it.
When she was freed and noticing Pam door was firmly pressed against a wall she eyed her door. Slamming her shoulder against it with more force than she intended Tara crashed to the ground unceremoniously unconcerned with broken glass and debris digging into her.
"Now is the time to take your girlfriend and go," Lafayette suggested with urgency.
Pam emerged from the passenger side eying the creature that caught Tara's attention, "shit," she growled speeding out of the car and grabbing Tara up by her arm.
"You totaled my fucking car," Pam growled starting toward the ogre in Armani who stopped inches from where the car and its owner sat.
Tara got to her feet putting her body in front of Pam in a protective stance the blond rolled her eyes at, "down girl," she held Tara's forearm in warning, "do you not remember what I said about picking your battles."
"He's an ogre," Tara snorted, "I can take him."
Pam swallowed the urge to roll her eyes at the impetuous vampire.
"Pay attention to your surroundings darling," Pam wrapped herself around Tara with a comforting arm licking the blood from the dark skinned woman's neck.
Tara didn't mind that attention, but the woman's timing felt a little off especially with the ogre as an audience.
"Bitches get a room," Lafayette stated turning his head away to a car looming forward, "trouble," he shook his head looking to Tara to see if she noticed. She did pulling away from Pam who didn't seem to notice or car about a black Cadillac similar to the one the ogre rammed them with.
Pam whispered, "You're mine. Don't speak unless you're spoken to."
The car rolled to a stop right beside them and the backseat window rolled to down to show a strawberry blond smiling broadly at the duo now separated after Pam relayed her message.
"My my my look at that mess," the woman got out of her car to examine the wreck. The car was a mess that wouldn't be driven for weeks under the care of the right mechanic. "Did my ogre do that?" Sophie Anne feigned horror.
"Yes, you're ogre did that," Pam nodded to her car, "is he covered?" the vampire queried half jokingly.
Sophie Anne thought it was hilarious giggling until she drew her eyes Tara. "Pam you slay me," her words darkened as her face grew somber then Sophie Anne stared at Tara tapping her bottom lip as if she were forgetting something. When she opened her mouth nothing came out and she twirled to her car holding the door open and with a flourish of her arm she gestured for them to get in.
Pam pulled Tara along keeping the dark woman close when they settled into the back seat of the car. Because she was the first to get in that left Tara in the middle with Sophie-Anne who crossed her legs purposefully brushing it against Tara's knee. The blond vampire didn't react and neither did Tara who decided it was wise to stay quiet and wait for what to happen next happen. Lafayette shook his head, "fucking trouble," and Tara had to agree.
"I'll have another one of those sent to your address," Sophie-Anne said before they pulled off looking through the window at the ruined machine.
"Goody," Pam deadpanned.
"Does your toy talk? Or is she the strong silent type?" the strawberry blond purred.
"Didn't your maker ever teach you don't touch things that don't belong to you," she swats her hostesses hand away from Tara's vicinity.
Sophie glared knowing Pam knew very well how testy the subject of her maker was. "You're still sore about the car huh?"
Tara shifted uncomfortably keeping her eyes straight while the blonds' talked over her like she wasn't there. Considering her predicament, she didn't mind being invisible.
Pam sensed Tara's discomfort sliding a finger along her arm plucking at her coat a few times to make sure she had the darker woman's attention and Sophie Anne's. The last thing she needed was for her lecherous friend to get a hold Tara and make their situation even more complicated.
Suspicion eyes took in the duo, "does your toy know you're spoken for?"
Tara crooked her head to Sophie, but Pam caught her chin and pulled it to her caressing it with a nail sending a glare of warning to her. When she was satisfied that Tara understood her she let chin go trailing a nail down her throat before letting the hand rest in Tara's lap.
"She knows her place," Pam answered vaguely.
Marriage in their world was a tricky matter and it wasn't something to be taken lightly. If there was a vampire of value by family or some advantageous connection then they were sought after in the most obvious ways. Every few decades a vampire rises to fame in their world and is attacked by the rapid opportunists who climb the ladder of recognition. It's a hard thing to avoid once the words has been spread and Pam until she saw Sophie Anne's ogre hadn't considered that Tara may have unwittingly been inducted into an exclusive club of eligible vampires of influence when she defied Russell and lowered his number of progenies. And if Sophie found out who she sat beside then there would more of a headache.
Sophie was a proud bachelorette like Pam with no invested interest in marriage. Though even if she didn't admit it Sophie wanted to belong having been abandoned by her maker early on. The only thing that got her by in the beginning were her looks, her wit, and the gift between her legs that made everyone underestimate her—everyone except for Pam. Woman was a powerful entity and as a vampire she had the ability to rule the world if she decided to commit to the notion. And Sophie would have the world bow to her if she were linked to the right family with the right connections making executive decisions to put humans in their place and vampires above the And like Pam no one would ever be good enough because her expectations for the vampire she committed to were for lack of a better word impossible. Though, Pam would never admit this, but she believed on some level that Tara could rise to be something extraordinary. If she saw it then Sophie would too and the woman didn't need to be in any more control than she was with her gang of misfit supernatural beings. It was better to keep Tara's identity quiet for now.