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Untrue Blood	By : LunaDazie Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 2752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Take it off
- 2-Shark in the water
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UNTRUE BLOOD

Sometimes I get my head in a dizzy

feeling so lost

ticking you off

Now boy you know me well

said I'm that kind of feeling

that kind of soft

that kind of silly

It was dark, but perhaps that was because her eyes were still closed. No, it was dark. She felt heavy, like a second self was laying over top of her in perfect alignment, crushing her in every way as it tried to merge with her. She took a breath and all that weight lifted off her and was welcomed into her body. Her eyes cleared and she was able to see the outlines of a room with no windows and two doors.
Tegas raised her head up and lifted herself into a sitting position, she was on a leather couch. There was a blanket half tangled in her legs, half fallen on the floor. She drew her legs from it and it fell the rest of the way. Someone had removed her shoes. 'Just as well' she thought as she stretched one foot and spread her toes. She rolled her shoulders and shook her head a little, noticing by the locks that fell into her face that either someone had undone her hair or it had unraveled itself while she was unconscious.
She slid her feet to the floor and put a hand to her temple, reaching back in her memory to verify what she had originally thought. A soul had escaped; rather, part of her soul had been ripped out. Someone must have died while she was being coy with the vampire and her body had reacted of its own accord in effort to give assistance. That would be a nuisance if it continued happening.
However, something else must have happened that made it difficult for her light to return to her body. Normally, she would have woken easily from her trance after providing whatever guidance she could to the newly dead soul. Her light would have made its way back to her body and she would have been back to herself within moments.
But that hadn't happened.
Something had locked her away from herself and made it necessary that she be conscious even to metaphorically open the door and give permission to enter.
'Like vampires'.
Her forehead creased in a frown when she considered the possibility that one of the vampires had given her their blood, making her a little like them. That would explain things a little.
"Excellent, and now I've been poisoned." Tegas growled, rolling her eyes. She flexed her fingers and rolled her spine a little, she didn't feel poisoned. Perhaps it was out of her system, if it had been there in the first place. At least no one had bitten her, she knew that for sure. She stood and stretched, slowly becoming frustrated with the smallness of the room. Trying both of the doors, she determined one to be a bathroom and the other to be locked. While breaking the locked one wouldn't be a problem, she wanted to know what had transpired during her trance and decided to wait for the return of whomever had made this her recovery room.

Baby there's a shark in the water

There's something underneath my bed

Oh please believe I said

baby there's a shark in the water

Pam could feel movement on the other side of the door, could feel life. Tegas was awake. Now Pam would have to go in and see what she could get out of her, if anything, while Eric was on his errand. A day and much of the night had passed since they had resuscitated the potential fae. In that time, she hadn't been giving off the same allure that she had while conscious, at least not to the same degree. Now, that combination of day-flowers and sunshine seemed to be leaking from the tiny gaps between the door and its frame.
Pam steeled herself again and opened the door.
To her surprise, the aura wasn't as overpowering as she had expected it to be. Either Tegas was still weak from whatever had happened the other night, or she had control over how powerful her presence was.
"It's about time." That voice drifted across the room, making Pam's ears feel strained. Though it was dark, the vampire could easily make out the woman's form slowly pacing on the other side of the couch. While she knew she could see in the dark, she had a strange feeling that any old human might be able to see Tegas, even in darkness. That strange luminescence made her skin appear to glow. Her eyes in particular seemed like they were lit from within, like a wild animal in the moonlight.
"And that would be the second time you've said the words I was planning on." Pam's tone was blunt and she crossed her arms, trying to shrug off the other woman's allure. Tegas turned her head and smiled crookedly, reaching out and sliding her fingers over the black-stained cowhide of the furniture as though she could still feel life within it.
"I don't mean to put you off so." The brunette purred.
"Forgive my bluntness but I'm sure you do." Pam growled. Rather than give in to rising tension, the other woman shrugged and slid down into the couch, propping her feet up on one of the arms and stretching out.
"I can't help myself, sometimes."
Of course she can't, Pam thought to herself. This woman could have been ambrosia made flesh, she could do anything she damn well wanted. That notion made the tall vampire want to strangle her, but some part of her was terrified that an aggressive move towards this seemingly benign girl would result in a very painful death.
It crossed her mind suddenly to wonder where each and any piece of silver or wood could possibly be located in the room. There might be wood in the couch, in fact there probably was; Pam could somehow easily imagine Tegas ripping through the leather and other layers and pulling out a jagged piece of the frame and cutting Pam into tiny pieces with it.
"Before you get too wrapped up in your thoughts, if you wouldn't mind sharing a few morsels of information with me, such as where I am right now? The time of day? How long I've been unconscious? Whether or not you stooped to sharing your blood with me? And if you have anything to eat that doesn't scream, cry, or beg?"
"Aren't you a little naive to assume the upper hand and position of interrogation?" Pam had to hold back the snarl that she would have given any other for being so presumptuous.
"Oh, you misunderstand. I'm perfectly aware of my general situation and confident that I can deal with the consequences of my query. These are merely things that I would like to know. You have no reason not to answer me other than spite, which would be terribly petty."
Pam was suddenly furious. But she couldn't do anything about it. As much as she wanted to attack the other woman, some part of her sure she could be of no serious threat, she sensibly told herself that she would not feel fear from anything or anyone that did not deserve it. She reminded herself that the lazy-looking brunette who was now twining her fingers together over her head and swinging her feet to some silent tune had made her sire uncomfortable, and if Eric Northman was afraid of her, than Pam should definitely be.
"I'm starting to feel like I'm doing all the talking. And that really won't do especially since you have that wonderful purr that I rather enjoy. Well, when you aren't so out of sorts the way you seem to be now. Come on, speak like you're trying to glamour me."
Fury flared again and Pam felt like her blood was boiling and she glared at the lounging brunette and met her gaze. An equally furious gaze. For a moment Pam was terrified and wanted to tear her eyes away from those black pools lit by tapetum lucidum. And as Tegas slowly moved her arms down, settling one on the arm of the couch and the other in her lap, her feet stilling themselves on the floor, Pam saw a different light in those pools. It was without color and yet radiated as though it were cast through a prism, soft yet somehow blinding, fierce yet full of comfort and promise.
It called to Pam and she didn't feel her body as it took slow steps towards the seated girl and stopped before her. Tegas raised her hand from her lap and Pam knelt slowly, still locked in her gaze. Tegas' fingers touched Pam's forehead softly and slid down the side of her face and lifted her chin just so. The light in her eyes swirled and drowned the kneeling vampire.
"Tayras..."
"Where am I?" Tegas said softly. Anyone else would have her the stunted voice from before, but Pam thought her ears were going to start bleeding. It was so beautiful and symphonic she was sure her eardrums would be torn through for hearing such a sound. And she didn't care. Red tears welled in her eyes and ran down her face.
"You are still in Fangtasia." Pam whispered, barely able to hear her own voice after the barrage of Tegas' powerful one.
"And what time is it? Was I asleep long?"
"It is early morning, late night. Only just since last night." Pam's bloody tears dripped onto the floor. Tegas leaned closer to the blonde vampire.
"Did you give me your blood, Pam? Did someone make you?" Her voice, though still soaring and lovely, was lower and held a tone of thinly masked anger. Blood began to trickle slowly from Pam's ears and nose.
"I -"
"Pam!"
The call wasn't just telepathic. The owner of Fangtasia stormed into the room and snapped, placing a firm hand on Pam's shoulder and drawing her aggressively back from Tegas. Pam coughed and brought her hands to her ears to shield them from a scream that the others didn't hear. The hand Tegas had had under the female vampire's chin flew over her eyes and she pushed herself back against the couch. Eric stepped between Pam and the woman on the couch and snarled, fangs bared.
Tegas drew her hand back, her eyes had returned to their previous state, merely lit like an animal's and she looked at the vampire standing ready to fight before her. Eric saw again the way she looked through him and not at him. 'Is that what she does' Eric thought. He realized that if she chose to glamour him the way she had glamoured Pam he might have no defense against it. Just in case, he was careful to look at her without meeting her eyes.
Pam stifled a whimper on the floor behind him. Her eyes were still full of tears and she had blood all over her face and in her hair. The worst had been that scream. She remembered questioning Tegas' questions, remembered hearing that beautiful and terrible voice, those eyes that welcomed her in and held her. When Eric had pulled her away, it felt like she had been torn out of Heaven, everything becoming cold and harsh and real so suddenly. That scream, she wasn't sure that it hadn't been her cry at being forced away from somewhere so wonderful.
Pam heaved and doubled over, feeling sick.
"What did you do to her?" Eric seethed. Tegas threw her hands up in surrender, a smile playing across her face.
"I only asked her a question or two. Just so that she would answer." She looked down at Pam who was pulling herself up, a hand over her abdomen as though she wasn't completely sure she wasn't going to be sick. "And by the way, most of that, what's happening right now," Tegas gesturing with a twisting finger behind Eric before looking back at him, "is your fault."

Right is right

rules are rules

this is what I get for just winding you up

Jack be nimble

Jack be quick

please don't make to much of it

It ain't that serious

"If there is any way you can explain what happened," Eric trailed off. He and Pam were in the office outside the room that Tegas was in. The door was closed and locked. Tegas hadn't argued or otherwise objected when Eric had quickly escorted Pam out of the room and shut the door behind him with a quick glance back to confirm that she was still seated, still smirking.
"It isn't as though something complicated happened," Pam said, her hands were balled into fists in her lap and for some reason she couldn't convince them to unclench. She stopped thinking about it and sniffed, licking the blood off her upper lip.
"I went in when she woke up, and she started asking questions and being... herself... and when I didn't answer she made me angry, and when I looked at her she glamoured me. Or something. I don't know, not glamoured, something similar. I haven't forgotten it, it's just that all she asked was the same stuff she'd asked before."
Pam felt frustrated, although she didn't know why. Eric had rescued her, hadn't he? Even though it had felt wonderful when she had been enthralled by Tegas it clearly hadn't been a good thing, as evidenced by the blood smeared all over her clothes and face. But that light, that warmth, the more Pam thought about it, it was like the sun itself had been shining out of her eyes. But again, not exactly healthy for a vampire.
"What if she had asked you something and made you forget?" It wasn't really a question, since Pam would obviously not know such a thing had happened had that been the case. Still, the bloody vampire looked at her sire to confirm it had been rhetorical. His eyes rose from where they had fallen to her clenched hands in her lap and met hers.
"I wouldn't know." Pam muttered, her eyes lowering.
"And that's it? Operating under the theory that you remember everything?"
"Yes," Pam felt sick again. She was lying now. Before she had been omitting the feeling of when Tegas had glamoured her, the beautiful light, the loving warmth, the comfort. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell him, it was more that she didn't want him to know that it had been so wonderful and that some part of her was upset with him for pulling her out of it. That too sickened her, to think that part of her wanted to be back there in that room, trapped in Tegas' thrall.
"Thrall," she said aloud, looking at Eric.
"Excuse me?" Eric asked, raising his eyebrows.
"It was a thrall, not a glamour. It was enchanting."
"Well that further establishes the theory that she is fae. Enchantments, spells, that's their sort of work." Eric mused.
"Or witchcraft."
"Witches, Pam?" Eric asked sardonically. Pam shrugged. She didn't really think Tegas was a witch at all. Witches wove symbols and sang chants and used herbs and animal entrails. And, most importantly, witches were human. Tegas was not human.
"So what now?"
Eric looked at her and stood, running a hand through his hair thoughtfully.
"Now, you go inform Blain that he isn't getting a day off because he's been temporarily promoted to management, and explain all the necessary details. Then put your ear to the ground; I'd like to know if the Queen has made any unusual changes to her schedule. And it goes without saying but go clean yourself up. If you get back before me, do not go in there."
"What are you going to do?" Pam ventured, concerned that he might too fall under Tegas' thrall if he tried to talk with her.
"Pay Bill a visit before the sun rises. And pick up a few things for our guest."
"You really want Bill involved in this?"
"I'd like to find out whether or not he is already." He moved towards the door to the basement and glanced back at door behind which he felt Tegas moving around.
"She wants flowers." Pam said offhand.
"Flowers." Eric repeatedly skeptically. Pam looked at him. She just nodded slowly, telling him with her eyes that she just realized she had no idea how she knew that.

Baby there's a shark in the water

I caught them barking at the moon

Better be soon

Tegas listened through the door to the not-entirely-hushed voices. Spread her fingers out on the floor, the carpet hissing softly under her hands. Sliding one hand towards the door, she determined the gap between the door and the doorjamb too narrow to draw much attention through. Unless she shouted and hammered on the door, only the supernatural would know she was in the room, and they wouldn't hear her unless they were trying.
Stretching back, she moved across the room on all fours and climbed back on the couch, avoiding the smears of Pam's blood on the carpet. For a moment she sprawled out on the cowhide and closed her eyes and wriggled, considering a nap as she heard the vampires leave.
Remembering the circumstances of the night prior, her eyes opened and she climbed over the back of the couch and ran her hands along the wall, pressing her face against the cool concrete. She listened and tried to hear the sound of the air moving outside. She found that the corner opposite the bathroom had a small portion of wall that separated her from outside.
Pausing to listen for anyone nearby, and hearing nothing, she dug her fingers into the wall and lifted herself up to the ceiling. Bracing herself as best she could, she reached towards that place on the wall and torn it away, dropping the resulting block of cement and dusty aggregate on the floor.
The air outside was damp, and the sky was still dark. The hole she had made in the wall was only big enough to reach through, but it would let in some light when the sun rose and the fresh air in when the wind blew. Looking through it, she saw the lights of the city beyond the thin branches of a tree. Not street side. That was just fine by her, for now.
Dropping back down and brushing the dust off her hands and feet, she backed away from the little window she'd made. When she could see the sky outside, she stopped and smiled, sitting down and leaning against the wall. She closed her eyes and let herself
"It's Terathe. I'm asleep."
Even if anyone had been in earshot to hear her, which she was sure they weren't, it wouldn't have mattered. She wasn't speaking English.

Song lyrics "Shark in the Water" by VV Brown.

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For those of you who didn't get the "thrall" joke, look up the word on wikipedia.

Again, love to see some stabs at what Tegas is (yes, I changed the spelling to be more accurate) - you may notice it is written differently when spoken.
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