A/N: Tara's thoughts on becoming a vampire...

Song: Another One Bites The Dust by Queen

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust...

I fucking hated vampires. Hated them with a passion. Everything about them disgusted me. The way they look- cold and emotionless, the way they look at you- like you're dinner. The way they consume everything in their path. The fact that the only vampire who hated me back is now my Sire is pure irony. Maybe it was inescapable fate. What better punishment for hatred than to become the thing you hate the most.

Now, I 'm waiting for karma to turn full circle and all the racist pieces of shit turn into black people.

I've been a vampire for a year now. I marked the calendar in Eric's office, I wrote, 'one less breather in the world'...the following night, he added, 'and one more Northman', had the calendar framed and placed behind the bar. I'd be lying if I said that wasn't the coolest shit ever. I see the world differently now. With heightened senses, the slightest flicker of light or the faintest sounds are like fireworks and symphonies at night. I've learned more about myself in death than I ever could in life. Things that mattered to me in life are meaningless now, like sickness and disease. Only a handful of things are a must for a healthy, happy vampire...

One, keep out of the sun, avoid it at all cost. Trust me, crispy, stank flesh is not a good look... Oh yeah, and you'll die...

Two, get plenty of sleep or you'll get the bleeds. When that happens the blood oozes out of every orifice. It's freaking gross...

Three, avoid silver items. It burns like hell and makes a vampire weak giving the enemy a chance to take you out. Now day's people often 'vampire-proof' their house with silver gates and silver sprinkler systems and post stupid anti-vampire signs in front. But if a vampire wants in there ain't no stopping us.

Lastly, you gotta feed. I drink True Blood most of the time. The AB negative is pretty good. But they synthetic stuff is nothing like the real thing. Still, I keep my human meals to a minimum. That makes it difficult for me to be around some of them. Some human's natural scent is repulsive. But others are fucking incredible. When I'm around the good smelling ones I feel like a hungry fat kid in an ice cream factory. I'm either uncontrollably hungry, horny or repulsed. Sometimes I'm all of those at the same time. Pam said my senses will calm and my urges will lessen in time, but that doesn't help me right now and it's fucking irritating.

Godric, my great-grandsire understands why I value the humanity that resides in me. He was made vampire at the age of seventeen, over two thousand years ago. So when I say my great grandpa could've gone to school with Jesus, I ain't yanking ya chain. I 'm only beginning to know about his past. One thing is for sure, he's infinitely wise. He said he lost his humanity long ago and it took several lifetimes to rediscover his soul. I never get tired of listening to his stories of the ancient times. His levelheaded demeanor and boyish looks will dupe an unknowing human or vampire. But only a fool would challenge him. I'd never want to become one of Godric's enemies. If you fuck with him or his family, he will retaliate. You'll never see him coming and before you know what's happening, it'll be too late. Simply put, Godric is dangerous.

My grandsire Eric is ancient too, powerful and wise like his father. But the big, six foot four, Swedish meatball is not nearly as unassuming. His chiseled body, ridiculous good looks, and the steely gaze is intimidating, downright unapproachable. Humans and vampires either want to kill him or fuck him or both. I know the Viking has a heart somewhere in there. After all, he rescued my Sire from a life of filth and despair. He gave her a life worth living, as she did for me. Still, the quasi-giant is insanely possessive and obsessively protective over all of us. His alpha demeanor is overbearing, downright annoying...and kind of hot...So add me to the 'both' list.

Nora Gainesboro is Godric's three-hundred-year-old London born progeny. I know little about her, have very little in common with her, and we don't talk much. Still, I don't mind her at all. Pam has even less in common with Nora, never talks to her and she hates her guts. Neither of them is forthcoming with the details as to why they can barely stay in a room together, so I can only assume their hatred for one another is naive jealousy. I do know they've been fighting over Eric's dick and Godric's affections for centuries.

Nora is a few decades older than Pam and the two are always competing and are constantly at odds with each other. Just a few months after I became Pam's child, Nora turned Willa, her longtime girlfriend into a vampire. I'm positive it was due to Pam receiving lots of attention from Godric and Eric. Nora's progeny Willa Burrell is my good friend. Willa and I often find ourselves in the middle of Pam and Nora's catfights whenever Godric and Eric are not around to step in.

When Pam and Nora are not around, Willa and I are testing our new abilities. Like two kittens we learn to fight from play. Vamp speeding in hot pursuit from room to room, leaping over rooftops at night and glamoring annoying fang-bangers into obedience is how we get our kicks.

But the best lessons, the unsurpassed times are with my beautiful Sire. I've discovered a treasure in Pamela Swynford De Beaufort, the former whorehouse Madame, and my tormentor. On the outside looking in, vampire Barbie is an ice-cold, vulgar, bitch.

But I know better.

Now that I have a backstage pass to her mind and an all-access tour to her emotions, there is no limit to the bond we share. In all reality, my Sire is an affectionate, caring and most importantly loyal. She will do anything for the ones she loves. And it feels so good to be loved by her. Every day is like geneses. A fresh adventure, with lots of shopping sprees, trips to salons. When we manage to keep our hands and mouths off each other, she's teaching me the ways of the vampire. My leggy blonde takes good care of me. Pam spoils me and I love her for it. We all spend most of our time at Fangtasia, minus Godric. He's always busy traveling and maintaining order in the vampire community with the monarchs. Sometimes the family sleeps in coffins in the dungeon at Fangtasia, but most of the time we go home to Godric's twenty-acre estate before dawn. His house is more like a palace. With a main extravagant house and two cozy guest houses, Eric and Godric live like kings. Pam and I and live in ecstasy in our plush guest house and Nora and Willa dwell in the other.

I haven't spoken to anyone in Bon Temps since I became a vampire. For a while, I kept away because I was fucking pissed. I elected to die that night for my best friend Sookie and she and my only cousin Lafayette chose to make me a vampire. I wanted to rip both their hearts out and shove it up their asses.

But I'm over it now…

Pam has taught me how to stay hidden in the shadows, so I've been able to keep an eye on the residents of Bon Temps without being seen. But watching my human friends and family grow old and eventually die is something I can do without. I'd much rather kick it at Fangtasia, or spend my nights at the palace learning to speak French with Godric or Swedish with Eric. I love playing Yahtzee with Willa while we laugh our asses off at Pam and Nora acting like two cats in heat around Eric.

Tonight Pam and I are watching an old vampire movie. She has a collection of old silent films. She loves watching them and I love seeing her face light up like a child. We snuggle up close in our matching robes. And after the movie, we get even more intimate. I've got plenty to do and plenty of time to do it.

Being a vampire doesn't suck after all.

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