A/N: This is it, guys, the end of the road. I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for being with me on this journey, encouraging me along the way. Every single one of your reviews made my heart skip a beat and as I read through them now, I can't help but smile. Thank you so very much.

The song featured is Where I Sleep by Emely Sande. It is my ultimate Tamela song and I recommend you all to take at least one listen to it.

Also, for some reason, I think it was Halloween when Tara was turned. I stayed true to the show timeline, that's why a year later would be 2010 and not 2013.

I hope you like the conclusion of the story.


Epilogue

"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."

Aristotle

31st October, 2010

A sound of a throaty chuckle rippled through the chilly London air on a late October night. A chuckle belonging to a dark skinned vampire, caused by her stumbling and almost falling, if it weren't for the strong arms of her blonde maker.

"You do know you have vampire senses, now do you?" The blonde drawled lazily, although her face was lit up with a full grin.

"You do know I'm blindfolded, now do you?" Her progeny replied in the same manner, an equally full grin adorning her face.

"We're almost there." Pam said as she set them in motion again, guiding Tara as they went.

They both relished in the sensation of soft grass teasing the soles of their feet, their shoes long forgotten. They also enjoyed the closeness their touch brought, even if it was only a measure of keeping Tara on her feet. Their bond buzzed with warmth, the same way the trees around them buzzed with life, full of nocturnal animals.

As she allowed Pam to guide her, Tara though back at the moment they decided to move to London. It was an easy decision for Tara, not so much for Pam. The last time Pam actually lived in the British capital was more than a century ago when she was still human and the circumstances of her moving away were everything but joyous and positive. Apart from a couple of sparse visits with Eric, she did her best to steer away from it. Besides, she wasn't sure Tara would like it.

Tara, on the other hand, was absolutely positive she wouldn't mind moving away from the US as long as one condition was satisfied – no parting from her maker. The image of Pam's crimson rimmed eyes staring deeply into her own as those exact words exited her mouth would be forever etched in the young vampire's mind. It really was that simple for Tara – as long as she was with Pam, she didn't care where she was.

There's nowhere that I wouldn't follow,
There's nothing that I won't do for your kiss,
I love you like there's no tomorrow,
Cause nothing ever felt like this.


"Ready?" The sweet voice of her maker brought Tara back to reality.

She nodded her head as she felt those soft fingers lift the piece of fabric from her face.

The young vampire was at a loss for words. She took in her surroundings slowly, roaming her gaze all around the place she was standing in. She focused on her feet and saw neatly trimmed green grass spread from around them to as far as she could see. It was so green her eyes almost hurt, a surprising color given the fact it was autumn.

She slowly lifted her eyes and locked them on the house in front of her. If it was fair to call the structure before her eyes a house, that is. It looked more like a castle. A very light pink castle, but a castle nevertheless. Built from big square stones from which several towers adorned with cone shaped roofs rode out to the sky, with huge white windows on each of the numerous walls, it truly was a sight to behold. Not to mention that it was probably the biggest house Tara had ever seen. And the most beautiful.

She could do nothing but gasp, searching for words that refused to come.

"You like it?" Pam whispered softly, her big blue eyes focused on her progeny's face.

Tara broke her intent gaze on the structure with some effort in order to look in her maker's direction.

"Are you kiddin' me?" She whispered, as if afraid to disturb the image that surrounded her whole being. It looked like something straight out of a fairy tale and fairy tales never happened to Tara Thornton, unless you count being with Pam as one.

"This is where we're gonna live?" She added incredulously.

"Yes." Pam said with a wink of her eye and led Tara inside.

The look on Tara's face made Pam's heart jump with joy. She wanted nothing more but to make her progeny happy and she was intent on doing whatever it took to accomplish that.

There's nothing I won't steal or borrow,
I'll travel on a boat or aeroplane,
I'll explore a world of sorrow,
Cause when I find you I know,
I know I'mma be OK.


If the exterior of the property managed to render Tara speechless, the interior almost made her faint. Pam led her throughout their new home, showing her every single one of its numerous rooms. It was a perfect combination of the old and the new. Huge golden oak bookshelves nestled beside windows with light tight shutters, the state of the art plasma television right above a beautifully ornamented Victorian fireplace, double doors made of solid oak leading into walk in closets the size of small houses. The whole house was decorated with lilies and roses which filled the space with an almost intoxicating scent.

Pam led Tara through the master bedroom on the second floor, which was master in every sense of the word and beyond, and finished their tour at the biggest terrace Tara had ever laid her eyes on.

Fighting the urge to settle herself on the plush pillows of the lounge area, the young vampire moved to the fence and let out a small gasp. Her eyes roamed the back lawn blanketed in that same green grass, small flower bushes and trees that extended all along the property, the natural look of it disturbed only by a big pool just in front of the thick pillars that supported the terrace.

"Wow." Tara breathed out. "I've never seen anythin' like this."

Pam smiled. "I lived in a similar house when I was human."

Tara arched her eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Pam's smile grew bigger. "Well, that house was bigger than this one, but yes, somethin' like that." She finished with a cheeky grin.

Pam wasn't sure why she'd picked a house so similar to her human home. She didn't really want to remember her human family and her human life and yet she felt truly drawn to it. Even she was perfectly aware of the fact that the house was too big for the two of them, but she simply wasn't able to resist buying it.

Tara rolled her eyes playfully and placed a soft peck on her maker's lips.

"So this is really yours?" She continued as she broke the kiss, her gaze back to wondering along the lawn.

Pam smiled and moved behind Tara, wrapping her arms around her firm abdomen. She inhaled deeply as she felt her progeny relax into her embrace, her scent filling her nostrils. They both cherished these small signs of affection and engaged in them as much possible. The simple act of being close to each other and touching each other filled their whole beings with peace.

"Not mine." She whispered softly into Tara's ear. "Yours."

"What?" Tara's brows furrowed in confusion although she stayed in the same position, relishing in her maker's soft touch.

"It's yours." Pam whispered with a smile. "Your name is on all the papers related to this property."

Tara turned around, her mouth open, her eyes wide. "W-What? But…Why?" She stammered.

Pam smiled and cupped her progeny's face in her hands. "You've told me numerous times how you came from nothing and how you had to fight for everything you had." She said softly.

Tara's eyes filled with crimson tears at those words, the love coming from Pam's end of the bond rocking her very core.

"And I'm proud of you for that." Pam continued as the first red tears started their descent down chocolate colored cheeks. She kissed them away, feeling her progeny tremble at the touch of her lips. Pam also had to fight for everything she had and it was easy for her to relate to Tara in that matter. Actually, she could relate to Tara in a lot of things. It still surprised her how similar they both were.

"But I want you to know that, for as long as I walk this Earth, you shall not want for anything. This is only the beginning." She finished with a smile.

She took the now sobbing Tara in a tight embrace, slowly whispering how she would never let her go and how it was okay. It felt liberating to let go like that, to give in to her feelings. She knew for sure that the woman that was now softly crying in her arms was the most important person in her life. No, she was more than that. She was the love of her life. She came along at a point in Pam's life when the tough blonde had already forgotten what it's like to feel, what it's like to give oneself to another. She rocked her world in every sense of the word and Pam now knew it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. This young stubborn woman changed her, forced her to become a better person and she would be forever grateful for that.

See the times are changing,
And I'm sure of nothing that I know,
Except this is us, and this is love, and this is where I'm home.
In a world that's breaking, where nothing is for keeps,
Oh this is us, this is love and this is where I sleep.

Tara could feel her knees buckling beneath her and, for the second time that night, she was able to remain on her feet only thanks to Pam. Thinking about that, the young vampire realized that everything she'd done in the past year, she could thank her maker for. If it weren't for the strong beautiful blonde holding her up, Tara would be under the cold Bon Temps ground, decaying away. Instead, she received the greatest gift of all – she was able to spend an eternity with the person she loved more than anything and anyone else in the world.

If someone had bought a human Tara anything, not to mention a real life castle in England, she would have spat in their face and stormed away, never to return again. She never responded well to being looked down upon, to being seen as a charity case. But this was different. Pam didn't look down upon her, she looked at her as her equal, as her partner. She wanted to share everything with her. Thanks to their bond, Tara was able to confirm that Pam's actions were based on love and love only. That is why this Tara wouldn't storm away, not ever. She would stay and share her life with the beautiful woman before her. For the first time in her life, she was in a state of total and utter peace.

I'm from a generation undecided,
I'm restless and I can't help changing lanes,
But in all the noise and the excitement,
Your love is all that will remain.

"Happy Deathday, my love." Pam whispered softly, chuckling at the expression which meant to vampires what birthdays meant to humans.

Tara swallowed hard and looked up, her eyes glistening with all the tears she'd shed in the last couple of minutes.

"No." She said, shaking her head slowly. "It's my birthday. I was born the night you found me." She said with conviction in her voice. Thinking back on it, Tara was absolutely positive that the last year of her life was the best year of her existence. Who could have thought that it would take her to become a vampire in order to achieve that?

Pam inhaled deeply and locked their lips in a loving kiss. She had no other answer to Tara's words. As their lips and tongues danced, their bond vibrated with satisfaction and happiness. There wasn't a single place in the whole wide world either of them would have rather been at that moment than in each other's arms.

Pam forced herself to break the kiss, however.

"I need to take care of something. You get cleaned up and I'll be back before you know it." She placed another quick kiss on Tara's lips and then she was gone.


Pam crept silently across an old London cemetery, located just on the outskirts of the city. It looked old and unattended, and rightfully so – the last inhabitant of that eternal resting place died in 1940. She came to a stop after a while, crouching in front of an old headstone.

"Hello, father." She whispered softly in a posh British accent as her eyes ran across the inscription on the hard stone in front of her.

Christopher Marcellus Swynford de Beaufort

Beloved husband and father

A bitter smile appeared on her face for a fraction of a second.

"It's been a long time." She said as her mind flashed back to the last image of her father stored in her memory. Standing on the docks, his body rigid, his face a cold stone – much like the one that marked his resting place.

The date of his death caught her eye.

20th April, 1905

The same night Eric turned her. He met his demise on the same night his daughter finally escaped the terror he put her in. Pam couldn't help but smirk.

"Well, I guess karma's a bitch." She chuckled , thinking how much her father would disapprove of her choice of words, especially since they were uttered in her perfect upper class accent.

"I came to thank you." She said in a serious manner. "If you hadn't been such a bastard, I would have never known the happiness I know tonight."

It was funny in a way. Nothing in her long life had managed to hurt Pam the way her father hurt her when he sent her away. It was the single most disturbing memory of hers. It was the demon that crept deep inside of her whenever she let her guard down. And yet, it was that act and that act alone that led her to the moment she was in, to the happiness and love she felt now.

Who knows how her life would have turned out had he accepted her apology. Pam had an idea. She would have married some stuck up man, probably years older than herself, birthed his children, took care of them and died. Even back then, as a twenty year old girl, she knew she was capable of more. She would have never been happy with simply being a wife and a mother, putting a fake smile on her face, socializing with other stuck up members of the elite and then simply dying to be forgotten. No, she wanted and deserved more. Her father ended up doing her a favor.

"I came to forgive you, father." She whispered as a single crimson tear escaped her eye. "I forgive you." She repeated, placing her palm on the cold stone.

She stayed like that for a couple of minutes, reliving all her happy memories with her father, remembering the love and admiration she felt for him.

Taking a deep breath, she rose gracefully and turned her back to him. Before walking away, she spared him one last glance and a couple of words.

"Oh, it's a girl. I thought you should know." With a devilish grin on her lips, she sped away to her progeny.

As she ran through the cold night, Pam felt free. She felt at peace. The final weight was lifted off her chest at last. She wouldn't let anyone stand in the way of her happiness, not even her father, her biggest demon. All the darkness disappeared the moment an image of Tara's face appeared in her mind, her eyes loving, her grin pearly white.

I've said all of my goodbyes to ego,
I gambled all I got, there's no plan B,
It's the first time that I've learnt to let go,
It's the only place I feel, only place I feel like me.


Pam pulled to a stop in front of the pool, enjoying the sight of her progeny enveloped in water and nothing else.

"There you are." Tara grinned when her eyes locked on her maker. "Where were you?"

"Had to visit an old friend." Pam drawled lazily, her hand on her hip.

Tara furrowed her brows for a moment, but concluded she didn't really need to know where Pam had been. She was with her now and that was all that mattered.

"Come." She said.

Pam needed no other invitation. She rid herself of her clothes in a matter of seconds and jumped in the pool, splashing water all over Tara. She emerged and instantly wrapped her legs around her progeny's slender waist, pulling her closer to herself.

"I love you, Tara." She whispered softly, their lips almost touching, their eyes locked intently on each other.

Tara released a satisfied sigh as she pulled Pam in a tight embrace, enjoying the bliss their closeness brought to her.

"I love you, too. More than words could ever say." With that, she locked their lips in a searing kiss.

As their kisses became more passionate and their touches more urgent, the two women were sure of one thing – they were in love. Deeply, madly in love. They were given a gift most people spent their whole lives searching for and they were intent on cherishing it.

Their bond sang with love, desire, passion, trust.

The full moon above them and thousands of stars that adorned the clear night sky were the only witnesses to their final coming together. Their pledge of unconditional love. A secret promise of an eternity sealed with thousands of kisses and soft touches. An eternity of nights filled with laughter and joy.

This is us, this is love and this is where I sleep.


A/N: I would love to receive some final reviews from you. And, once again, thank you for all of the wonderful ones that have found their way to this story.

I will now finish my other fic which I have neglected and will also engage in some Tamela one shots. If you have some suggestions or wishes, feel free to leave them in your reviews or in PMs.

Much love,

Truebie