Tara Thornton has anger management issues (demoninside) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-08-09 17:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | pamela swynford de beaufort, sookie stackhouse, tara thornton |
Who: Tara and Pam and later Sookie
What: Bartending at Fangtasia and then getting fucked up by the silver in the sprinkler system
When: Forward dated to tonight
Where: Fangtasia
Warnings: Tara, Pam and Sookie's colorful vocabulary
Tara had been feeling a little depressed lately. She had perked some at the idea of moving in with Sookie. The idea of it had almost made living with Eric tolerable. But that had lasted all of five minutes before Sookie was in the prison again. Tara was glad for her friend. She didn't belong in their world even if she would keep gravitating back to it like a moth to a flame. She didn't agree with Eric holding her hostage either. He was such an asshole thinking he could control everyone all the time. Tara hated his guts and wasn't afraid to speak up when he started bossing her and Pam around. There had been too many times when Pam was the only thing standing in the way of Eric ripping Tara's head off and tossing it out the window. She still wasn't sure how she and Eric had survived by themselves for those couple months in Texas when she had been searching for Pam. She supposed that was how. Her and Eric had two things in common. Sookie and Pam. It would always bond them together whether they liked it or not.
At least Pam had eased up on her bartending duties. Tara wasn't working the bar every night anymore. She thought this was probably at Eric's request. She was getting more time off but without being able to drink with Lafayette or surf the boob tube there wasn't much for the baby vampire to do. She would usually just end up coming to Fangtasia anyway and hanging out with Pam and some of the other locals. She really missed having Dante around. He wasn't fabulous enough to be a Lafayette substitute but his colorful vocabulary made Tara feel right at home.
Tonight however, she was working the bar. She raised her brow at the sight of three blood bags on the bar for a bottle of Bacardi. Well, shit. She knew that Pam would be pissed as hell if she didn't take that kind of a deal even though dealing wasn't Tara's specialty. Serving drinks with a fucking attitude was. Tara wasn't the kind of bartender you wanted to tell your problems too unless you wanted a giant serving of shut the fuck up with your liquor. She narrowed her eyes at him when he asked to borrow the stool and took off with it.
"Crazy old fuck," she muttered as she put the blood bags behind the bar. She didn't need anyone else seeing them. These were for Pam or probably for Eric since he thought he owned Pam.
When she heard shocked cries she looked up just in time to see one of the regulars get staked and explode into a pool of blood and gore. Her mouth hung open when she realized the creepy old guy had done it. "What the..."
She didn't have time to finish that thought, instead she screamed when the first drops of silver hit her skin and singed and burned. Her fangs extended automatically as she felt what might as well have been acid rain on her skin, burning holes through her clothes, it was unbearable. The pain was so much that she hardly registered the explosion that followed.
Pam. Pam. Find Pam. Pam. Pam. Pam. It was all that Tara could think. She had no other thoughts, she didn't even exist beyond that one thought. Pam. Where was Pam? Was she alright? Fangtasia had erupted into complete and utter pandemonium as Tara crawled through the crowd desperately searching for her maker as the silver burned her skin right off in some places. "PAM!" she shrieked.