A/n
Here is the second/final chapter. I hope this concludes it a little better. Also i changed a few things in the first chaper so reread that first if you like it may make better sense to you. thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated
Taras body was heavy against Pams, the pull of dawn having captured her as its prisoner hours ago. Her arm and leg lazily draped across her makers body an affectionate, yet possessive manner. Pam lay flat on her back, her arms hugged tightly around her progeny, her lips pressed into her ebony tresses.
They had traded their spot on the floor for the center of Taras comfy queen sized bed and neither of them had moved from the positions they'd fallen asleep in.
Pam was the first to wake, opening her eyes and blinking several times trying to shake off the sleepiness she still felt. She craned her neck a bit, being careful not to wake her progeny with her movements, so that she could see the clock on Taras night stand, and was shocked to see it was after ten pm! She hadnt slept that late in years, since she was a baby vamp herself. It was in that moment she realized, how little she had slept over the past six months.
She settled back against the plush pillows behind her and relaxed once it sunk it that there was really no reason for her to jump out of bed just because it was later in the evening than she typically arose, and besides that, she realized, she was way to comfortable to want to move anyway.
Pam tightened her grip around Tara, and gently tugged so that her progenys body was more or less on top of her own, Taras head resting on her bosom, and she began to lightly scratch her back with her finger tips, the way she had earlier that morning while they sat together in silence, their bond buzzing loudly.
Pam wasn't so naive that she thought it was going to be all roses and lollipops from this point on, she was well aware that it would take much more than the brief conversation they had earlier that morning and the couple sweet kisses they had shared to get Tara to fully trust her again, but she was immensely relieved, and grateful, that she had managed to get Tara to let her in just a little.
Mostly because she could feel how badly Tara was still hurting, even though she could feel through the bond that she had accepted her apology for the most part, and was glad to have her back, but there was still a lingering of anxiety, fear, and pain. Pam would make it up to her, she wasn't sure how just yet, but she would, and atleast it seemed as though Tara was willing to give her the chance.
The thought made her smile, and she gently brought Taras hand that rested on her stomach up the her lips and kissed it, her lips lingering for a second, as she greedily breathed in her progenys signature scent. Tara smelled like rain and earthy wild flowers. It was calming.
She was brought out of her reverie when she felt her progeny stirring against her, and she looked down just in time to see Taras eyes pop open. She looked confused, and her body went rigid for a second and then memories of the previous evening caught up with her consciousness and she relaxed back against Pam, tilting her head up to look at her.
She gave her maker a small somewhat shy smile, and Pam could feel anxiety rising in her childe as well as quite a bit of doubt, and she hated herself for it, because she knew it was her fault it was there. She wanted it gone as soon as possible.
She returned the smile with a soft, sweet one of her own, and wrapped her arms around Tara again and pulled her close and held her tight for a moment, before whispering, "Good morning". Pressing a firm kiss to the side of Taras head.
Tara kissed the spot on her makers shoulder that her head was currently squished into and smiled against her soft skin. "Morning" she rasped groggily, and looked back at Pam, once released from the unexpected bear hug. She wasnt used to this sweet, lovey side of Pam, she definitely liked it, but it was a little hard to believe it was actually happening, and she couldn't help but wonder deep down how long it would last.
Pam could feel that her childes emotions had calmed a little and it felt like a small victory. She had never been good at dealing with feelings, other peoples or her own. She had never much cared the way she made other people feel, whether it be bad or good, it didnt make a difference to her. Until now, that is. Right now all she wanted to do was erase every iota of hurt and betrayal from her progenys mind.
She knew she messed up with Tara, and not just a little. She would give almost anything to be able to go back and handle things differently. She also knew that wasnt possible. So she would have to do it the hard way, and no matter how long it took, she was determined to not only make Tara feel loved and important, but to also make her feel safe and secure again.
"How'd you sleep?" Pam asked gently.
"Okay..." Tara answered, she looked at Pam cautiously only to be met with soft eyes that held an imploring gaze, rather than the usual curt uninterested expression her maker typically wore.
"Well...pretty good actually" she admitted after a moment, and Pam smiled. Tara let her eyes slip shut breifly, as Pam began rubbing small circles, almost absentmindedly into her side. Pam continued to caress Tara as she let her eyes travel around the room.
"How long have you been staying here?" She asked, and Tara opened her eyes.
"Just about four months." She answered plainly and Pam nodded, still gazing around the room curiously.
"Its a nice place..." Pam said, studying some of the pictures on Taras dresser.
"Its a shithole." Tara scoffed.
"But...I was able to get the owner to knock three hundred off the rent and let us move in without any money up front...didnt even have to glamour his ass." She finished shaking her head slightly as if she still couldn't believe it.
"But when you got no money and nowhere to live, a house is a house, even if it is a dump in the middle of the ghetto" She groused, bitterness creeping into her voice. There was a bit of an akward pause and suddenly she felt very exposed.
She peeled her self off of her maker then , seperating their bodies completely and lying flat on her back next to Pam, looking at the ceiling. She hadnt meant to snap at her maker, but the apartment was a sore subject for her, she hated living there, mostly because she had never wanted to accept it as her 'home', when it felt NOTHING like home to her.
The only place that had ever even felt remotely like a home to her , was now nothing more than an abandoned building full of trash and broken barstools. Then, as the weeks went by turning into months, she realized Pam was gone and not coming back, and that this wasnt temporary. She began to accept the fact that this was her life now. But she didnt hate it any less.
Pam didn't move at first when her progeny recoiled from her. She had felt the surge of emotions bubble up in her child as she spoke.
She gave Tara some space, and a chance to regain her composure. She watched intently, as her progeny fought an inner war with herself, her emotions running rampant. The most prominent Pam could make out was anger, but she could feel that Tara wasnt really angry with her at the moment, but with herself, and that baffled Pam.
She waited a few more beats and then turning a little onto her side, she propped herself up on an elbow and reached a tentative hand out and lightly ran it up taras shoulder stopping at her neck, and when Tara didnt jerk away, she continued with her hand bringing it to rest on Taras cheek, her thumb lightly stroking the soft skin.
"Hey." She said softly, nudging Taras chin, gesturing for her to look at her. Tara hesitated, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat as a result of the tears she was trying to fight off, bit finally she turned to face her maker, her big brown eyes bored into Pams blue ones.
Tara sniffed and dropped her eyes. "Sorry...I just hate it here...its...idk. " she tried, shaking her head when she couldn't find the words.
"Dont be sorry Tara." Pam said with conviction. "You have every right to be upset. "
Pam closed her eyes a moment and took an unnecessary breath before she began to speak.
"Tara...I...I fucked up ok?" Pam sighed looking down with a pained look and Taras eyes snapped up at the amount of agony in her makers voice and the sheer honesty and regret she felt reverberating through their bond.
"I was supposed to be there for you...to take care of you and teach you everything and...and I fucked it all up..." Twin tears of crimson made a slow path down the elder vampires cheek and she let out a shaky breath.
Tara realized in that moment that it didnt matter how angry she was at the blonde, she absolutely could not stand to see her cry, it crushed her. She reached up gently and tucked a lock of flaxen hair behind her makers ear and lay her hand on top of Pams squeezing it a little then linking their fingers.
"You were right ya know..." Pam whispered and Tara looked at her confused. "I AM the worst maker ever...and im so sorry you ended up with me as your maker, you deserve better...but im NOT sorry I made you Tara." Pam finished fiercely, looking at Tara through teary eyes. "Your what im most proud of, always know that." She managed a smile and brought their hands up and kissed Taras knuckles.
Tara sighed. "Your not the worst maker ever...your definitely not the best..." she tried to joke, but Pam didnt laugh, she just looked ashamed. " you did what you thought you needed to do at the time." She added.
"I was selfish, Tara." Pam said quietly, her eyes still focused on the mattress beneath them. " I saw the look in Erics eyes back at that camp, and then he flew off and I just knew he wasn't coming back..." Pam squeaked, more tears falling slowly. "I put my own needs before your safety and well being, theres no exuse for it." She said defeatedly.
Tara wondered something then. She hadnt asked her maker about it because she honestly didnt care at first, and it was absolutely the last thing on her mind last night, but now her curiosity was getting the better of her.
"So um...where. .." she wasnt sure how to ask to be honest. "Did you even find him?" She asked.
Pam swallowed and quirked her brow slightly. "Yeah...I did...eventually. "
When Pam didnt elaborate, Tara gave her hand another squeeze. "So...what happened" she asked quietly. "Where is he?"
Pam swallowed. She really didnt want to talk about it, but she knew it would eventually come up, if not from Tara, from Willa for sure.
"I found him in France after searching for almost five months, he knew I was looking for him apparently, and had gone to great lengths avoid being found." Pam breathed out a bitter laugh, shaking her head slowly.
Tara clenched her teeth and bit back a retort, knowing it would not do any good, so she just listened quietly, pretty sure she could guess what happened next.
"I finally found him down in some abandoned wine cellar in the middle of nowhere." "He hadnt eaten in god knows how long...he looked like shit and was completely unresponsive at first."
Pam seemed to be a thousand miles away as she spoke and she still hadn't met Taras eyes.
"He just stared right past me...I kept saying his name and trying to talk to him, but he wouldnt even look at me." Tears were stinging Pams eyes again and she wiped one eye with the back of her hand.
"When he did finally say something, all he said was 'you found me'." Pam scoffed and Tara played with her fingers gently, tryin to encourage her to keep going.
" It wasnt until I got closer to him that I saw the veins all over his chest and neck."
Tara was shocked to say the least. She definitely had not been expecting that.
"WHAT?" She blurted the question, unable to stop herself. "He contracted the virus?"
Pam nodded in response and Tara was suddenly speechless, she looked beseechingly at her maker, surprised at the amount of comcern she was feeling for the vampire who was technically her grandfather as far as vampire lineage was concerned, but whom she had despised the very thought of since their first encounter as a "family".
"So...what happened?" She asked, when Pam stayed silent. "is he...?" She couldn't even say it.
"He's at fangtasia...resting." Pam said calmly, but Tara could hear just how upset Pam was as well as feel it through their bond. It was such a strong feeling, Tara wondered how her maker had been able to keep it contained up until now. She was only feeling it second hand, and it was enough to make tears sting her own eyes.
"What stage is he in?" Tara asked cautiously, edging her body a bit closer to Pams.
Pam met her eyes finally and forced a small smile and scooted her own body closer. "Still seems to be stage one." She replied quietly, and Tara nodded.
"Well...I mean...all those True Blood scientists are working like crazy trying to find a cure..." Tara said, attempting to make Pam feel better. "If hes only in the first stage, maybe theyll be able to figure something out in time..."
Pam looked at Tara with a pained smile. "Thats what were hoping for darlin." She paused for a moment. " I'm just ..I'm...so scared Tara...I cant lose him." She whispered. "I can't lose either one of you...i just cant."
"Your not gonna lose me Pam" Tara exclaimed immediately. "Im right here."
For a moment they just lay there looking at each other intenty.
Pam wished she hadnt hadnt had to bring up Eric, she hated thinking about it, she prefered denial, and now she was feeling sad, but she was glad she told Tara, and felt relief at being able to talk to someone about it.
She realized then how easy Tara was to talk to. She felt like she could lay here and talk to her for hours.
"Im sorry, Tara...Im sorry for everything. " Pam squeaked more tears falling, and Tara gathered her maker into her arms then.
"I know" Tara whispered into her ear, stroking her hair.
Pam pulled back to look at her childes face. "I wanna make it better, ill make it all up to you..." she promised. "If you'll let me that is."
Tara smiled and kissed Pams forehead. "I guess so." She joked, attempting to lighten the mood. She considered it a success when she felt Pam breath out a tired laugh, and she went to kiss her forehead again, but this time Pam tilted her head back, gesturing for Tara to kiss her lips instead.
It began as just a soft brush of the lips, but with the bond buzzing between them, both ends wide open, the two women began to lose control quickly. It had been far too long.
Pam let a soft breathy moan escape from her throat when Tara gripped the back of her head, her fingers digging into her scalp, massaging it gently. Pam deepened the kiss and brought both her hands up to stroke her progenys face, before running them down her sides and back up her stomach underneath her shirt.
Taras senses had suddenly gone into overdrive and she felt every touch and caress on a whole other level, almost as if her entire body was one giant, exposed nerve. She moaned when her maker rolled on top of her and took her earlobe between her teeth, her hands still caressing her softly underneath her shirt.
She wasnt wearing a bra and her makers cool hands on her bare breasts made her shiver with pleasure and she began to pant when Pam pressed her knee firmly into her already throbbing center.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the air and in a blur of movement, Taras tshirt fell to the ground in tattered pieces, soon to be forgotten.
Tara looked up at Pam and gasped as cool air wafted over her bare chest, but her maker just smirked as she resumed massaging her childes perfect breasts.
Scooting down and settling comfortably between her lovers legs, Pam began to pepper kisses all over Taras stomach, still slowly and softly running her hands all over her body.
Tara was dazed by all the sensation and could hardly keep her focus, thanks to the bond being completely open. The few times they had had sex before had been amazing without a doubt, but they were nothing compared to what she was feeling right now.
Every touch felt electric and sensual, and she could literally feel just how worked up Pam was too, and it was driving her body insane. Every so often she would feel a stab of arousal on her stomach that wasnt her own, causing her body to shudder.
Finally after what seemed like a century Pam had rid Tara of her pants and ripped off her boy briefs, quite the same way she had her top, and she lay completely naked beneath her maker, writhing and whimpering, desperately seeking release.
Pam just stared down at her, admiring the perfection before her eyes. She was aware, that Tara was experiencing sensory overload and was undoubtedly ready to explode, and she too, would soon lose her patience, but she couldnt help herself. Her progeny was a vision to behold. From her petite frame, those delicious curves, and her velvety chocolate skin, she was irresistible.
"Pam..." Tara whimpered, pulling her from her reverie. "Pleeeeease." She begged arching her back and squeezing her own breasts.
Pam needed no further encouragement. Licking her lips, she lowered herself back down between her progenys thighs and stroked her hip bones pressing a chaste kiss right below her belly button. Tara sighed and arched her hips up, her body was trembling with anticipation at the thought of her makers mouth on her.
The younger vampire couldnt help the scream that tore from her throat, when Pam swiftly ran her tongue up through her soaked folds, groaning contently at the taste coating her tounge.
"Uuuuggghh FUCK! " Tara groaned sharply.
The vibration caused by Pam moaning against her pussy sent more shivers shooting through her.
Pam used her index finger and thumb to spread Taras lower lips, exposing her bundle of nerves, that was hard and pulsing, begging for her attention. She flicked it with her tounge teasingly just twice, and Tara gasped and her fangs clicked down so hard it almost hurt.
The elder vampire smirked when her childe looked down at her, her dark eyes narrowing to angry slits as she growled in frustration.
"Paybacks a motherfucker!" she huffed, her voice cracking a bit, due to the intense need throbbing at her center.
Pam chuckled. "You promise?" She purred seductively, before burying her head right where Tara wanted it.
Pam alternated between flicking her progenys clit with her tounge at full vamp speed, which had Tara howling and twisting her body all over the place, and suckling on it slowly and tenderly, causing her to gasp and clutch the back of her makers head tightly, mumbling unintelligible curses. She nearly lost it when Pam suddenly slid into her with two fingers, and began thrusting them up, finding her spot immediately.
"JESUS GOD FUCK!" She cried, biting down on her bottom lip as she arched her back, grinding her pussy against pams tounge in perfect rythm with her makers strokes.
Pam used her free hand to caress Taras breasts and stomach. She could feel through their bond and by the way Taras inner walls were clamping down on her fingers that her progeny was close.
Pulling her mouth away she placed on last kiss to her progenys clit, before letting her fangs click down and sinking them into the smooth skin of Taras thigh. Tara came hard. Harder than she ever thought possible and it took almost ten minutes for the intense pleasure to subside, and Pam tensed and shuddered right along with her, her own orgasm hitting her full force thanks too ripples of pleasure shooting feom Taras end of the bond.
Pam only took a few pulls of Taras blood before retracting her fangs and moving up on the mattress to take her childe into her arms as she worked her way through the tremors.
Tara snuggled into the embrace gratefully and crashed their lips together.
She grabbed a fistful of Pams blouse and yanked will all the strength she could muster in that moment. Throwing the tattered material aside, she climbed on top of her maker, straddling her, never breaking their lip lock and undid her belt and peeled her pants and underwear off her long legs quickly.
When Pam was fully nude beneath her, she immediately thrust three fingers to the hilt inside of her maker and began thrusting at inhuman speed.
Pam yelped in surprise and her eyes rolled back in her head, her fangs clicking down.
Tara pulled one of pams legs up to rest on her shoulder and the other was wrapped tightly around her back, and the whole bed was shaking with the force of her thrusts.
"TARA!" Pam cried out. "Fuck" she whimpered, feeling that familiar sensation in her belly knew she was close.
Tara sensed it as well and sped up her thrusts, curling her fingers rubbing that special spot and biting into the side of Pams throat. And that was all it took. With a gasp, Pams whole body went rigid for a moment and then her hips bucked forward uncontrollably and her nails dug into Taras back, drawing blood.
After a few moments Tara lowered herself and a still trembling Pam back down on to the mattress.
They both immediately curled into each other, tangling limbs, and snuggling as close as possible. Pam reached down and tugged the comforter up over them and buried her face in the nook of Taras neck.
They stayed in bed all night, they would kiss and cuddle, they would fuck, then talk for awhile,then do it all over again. Before they knew it they were feeling the pull of dawn again, and just before ot took them, they lay nose to nose in each others arms, Tara gives Pam one last lazy kiss before she dies for the day and whispers "I missed you".
Pam smiles sleepily amd whispers back "I love you...always."
Ok so...I realized the story seemed incomplete before so I decided to write this to completemit and also I revised the first chapter so go baxk and reread if u want :) now I can focus on my other story and hopefully my muse wont get distracted again :) love!?
Tamela forever!