"I don't fucking care."
*Tara said slamming her bedroom door, and watching as her books feel off the book shelf. She didn't know if Willa was there or not. She was just seething with anger...she felt it drip inside her like a snake with venom about to pounce. She laid on her bed and looked across the room staring at her reflection she witnessed the crimson tears trail down her cheek and eventually down on the rich fabric Tara had on her own bedroom. A bedroom which looked like a cross between modern and the Victorian age. Rich purples and bright golds lined her king sized bed. Slowly she used her fingers to trace the pattern with on the bed spread. It was her birthday....not something she suspected vampires even celebrated, but none the less it was. She normally would have went to Sookie's and they would have had plans. But no....not this years. Even if she could have went to Sookie's she was to busy with her own life, and she knew Sookie deserved it. She deserved to be happy, with that tall guy she had watched her with. Sometimes when Sookie wasn't keeping house with him, or when they were to concerned with themselves. Sometimes Tara would sneak near, not to close she knew the man whom Sookie was with now, was a werewolf. Which meant he had a better then average nose human, and she didn't want him to smell her, nor did she want Sookie to be made aware of a vampire's presence. So sometimes she'd just make sure she was far enough and could watch them. Not having a family isn't something Tara was use to growing-up, but she had Sookie and her family, and that was more then enough, now she was lucky when she could find Willa....most days and nights she was alone. She wanted her Maker....she wanted Pam and her to go some where, anywhere. She wanted to be the one Pam ran to...but she knew that would never happen, so because of this it was that she stayed in her room, starring up at the ceiling her crimson tears still flowing, she licked the sides of her mouth, and then buried her face in her pillow, inside she knew, to anyone but her, it really didn't matter.*
*Tara said slamming her bedroom door, and watching as her books feel off the book shelf. She didn't know if Willa was there or not. She was just seething with anger...she felt it drip inside her like a snake with venom about to pounce. She laid on her bed and looked across the room staring at her reflection she witnessed the crimson tears trail down her cheek and eventually down on the rich fabric Tara had on her own bedroom. A bedroom which looked like a cross between modern and the Victorian age. Rich purples and bright golds lined her king sized bed. Slowly she used her fingers to trace the pattern with on the bed spread. It was her birthday....not something she suspected vampires even celebrated, but none the less it was. She normally would have went to Sookie's and they would have had plans. But no....not this years. Even if she could have went to Sookie's she was to busy with her own life, and she knew Sookie deserved it. She deserved to be happy, with that tall guy she had watched her with. Sometimes when Sookie wasn't keeping house with him, or when they were to concerned with themselves. Sometimes Tara would sneak near, not to close she knew the man whom Sookie was with now, was a werewolf. Which meant he had a better then average nose human, and she didn't want him to smell her, nor did she want Sookie to be made aware of a vampire's presence. So sometimes she'd just make sure she was far enough and could watch them. Not having a family isn't something Tara was use to growing-up, but she had Sookie and her family, and that was more then enough, now she was lucky when she could find Willa....most days and nights she was alone. She wanted her Maker....she wanted Pam and her to go some where, anywhere. She wanted to be the one Pam ran to...but she knew that would never happen, so because of this it was that she stayed in her room, starring up at the ceiling her crimson tears still flowing, she licked the sides of her mouth, and then buried her face in her pillow, inside she knew, to anyone but her, it really didn't matter.*
