Two Souls, One Heart (based on the show True Blood)

Dark Necessities

One of the greatest discoveries one makes, one great surprise, is to find you can do what you was afraid you could not do...

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New Orleans

Tara soared high above the skyline, the currents, forcefully whisking through her long, obsidian locks billowing softly as adrenaline pumped through her entire body. Soon, her mind's eye began to see the signature flashes of green and cool waves of blue. Her internal beacon told her she was getting close to her Coven. It was not long before her colorful navigation system led her to Godric's mansion.

Alcide stood just outside the gates attentively gazing up into the sky in awe as the beautiful, magical woman descended. He could not take his eyes off her as she landed gracefully, only a few feet away from the infatuated wolf.

"Hello Alcide," she smiled approaching him.

"Tara..." he whispered and sighed as his warm, brown eyes beamed at her sexy frame. To his surprise, she crashed into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into her soft embrace. The blood rush to his cheeks and his entire body became hot with arousal.

"I'm so glad you're okay," she sighed heavily, "I'm so sorry I wasn't here when everyone was counting on me."

His dark eyes became lost in her sincerity, "You're here now, that's all that matters." His tone was somber, feeling his dismay and hearing his mournful thoughts. He had lost his men, his friends, his brothers.

The sight was nothing like the first encounter with the Coven. Only a dozen mournful witches bravely held themselves together in Godric's library.

Tara greets Jessica with a hug jarring the teen's emotional state and she began to weep.

"It's okay Jess, I'm here now. I ain't going anywhere- either." Tara declared as she solemnly scanned the room; taking immediate notice of Holly, the Coven's scribe. Holly's face was virtually absent of color, Tara thought the woman would become physically ill at any moment.

"All the history, art, memories are all gone," Holly nervously ran her fingers through her reddish-blonde hair as overpowering tears rolled down her high cheekbones, "The only thing I managed to save was a hand full of the ancient scrolls," she carefully opened one of Godric's glass shelves, gently placing the three large papyrus-parchment rolls on his shelf, "The rest is gone...forever..." she sighed deeply.

Nora placed a comforting hand on Holly's shoulder. "The memories are not gone; our history lives in you Holly. It lives in all who have survived. This is the beginning of our next chapter."

Naomi calls the Coven to the round table in the library and Cathy served coffee and cocoa, "As you all know Absalom is pure darkness, a plague that wants to consume the Earth, the complete opposite of Isis, who brought forth the light and seeded the Earth. That is why our heavenly mother created a protector in our likeness. Now that our savior is born again, I truly believe this is the end of the witch hunters' reign of terror," as Nora spoke, Tara stood firm, drawing strength from Nora's words, embracing her newly held position, accepting her purpose, her responsibility, and her sworn obligation to protect the ones who depend on her.

"Tara..." Nora said, taking Tara's hand in hers, "Witch-hunters told us that your mother, cousin, and our Coven-sister Willa have been taken as sacrifices to Absalom."

Tara gasped; it felt as if all the air had been knocked out of her, her breath hitched as her brain formulated no thoughts other than to register that she was shocked. Her worst nightmare had just become reality and frustration sung through her like nails on a chalkboard, seeping into her and she gulped hard, swallowing the bile that threatened to emit from her gut. She stiffened her lower lip, refusing to let it tremble.