Tifani was a part of our convenant but no one really knows exactly how she became a part of us. She just became close to all of us and we accepted her. She was basically her own vampire, travelling constantly, but always remaining in touch. She most often kept a personal slave to be her guardian through the day. They usually were attractive young males...*laughs* She was a very strong, indepentant woman, a definite asset to our coven. She established her wealth by singing. She had taken Nashville by storm, and obtained success early in her vampire life & had yet to make her "untimely exit".
Little Tabbs was a friend of Gwyneth's whom I never could like. I tried, but to no avail. It was not meant for us to be friends I think. ~L~ Gwyneth introduced her to the group one evening and from that moment on, they were joined at the hip. What I saw before me was a little wench, just waiting to make ripples in our perfect little pond. She had no identity of her own, she was much like a chameleon, adapting to whatever her surrounding were. I loathed her. She was disrespectful and undeserving. Though I can't give this piece of work any credit for intelligence, she did have the luck of the gods on her side or something. Gwyneth had to make her immortal. Only in the end would I realize how on the mark I was. I had Little Tabs pegged from the first time I laid eyes on her. It felt good to be right, although I had to revel in that joy alone.
She teased my coven buddies. I hated it, I worried they took her seriously. Only Stefan would be the one to carry a torch for her. Her & I part company to my good fortune of course. She ultimately moved away from Gwyneth, hurting her as I predicted. I hated that I couldn't have protected Gwyneth better. Not that it was my job, but I cared for her deeply, and felt I would never betray her, like I knew Little Tabbs would.
Little Tabbs affected my relationships with the others on more than one occasion. Gwyneth's relationship with Tabbs was different than hers and mine. It often made me jealous to watch from afar how they whispered & giggled together. I felt left out. I truly felt she used Gwyn to become a vampire. Because shortly thereafter she took off, leaving Gwyneth no explanation. Then to return a decade or two later, like nothing she did was wrong, or thoughtless. Somehow in situations that I tried to resolve, I ended up looking like the deceiver instead the of the deceived. She wasn't just evil, she was just plain thoughtless of her coven buddies. I watched after years of friendship I had built with Gwyn toppled over the passage of time, by the hand of this creature.
Her youth made her somewhat ignorant, therefore I felt I needed to avoid her. I could not tolerate her, it sickened me. The closeness I worked so hard to establish with Gwyneth was wrecked by just a few months with Tabbs. Gwyneth & I had grown apart. I had keep quiet long enough, I had to voice my disapproval. I knew in my gut this would not go well, of course. I could not point out how she would eventually hurt her because she would not believe me. This had to be handled delicately if at all possible.
Night after night we spent in clubs together, all of us. How I suffered watching her display in front of the others. She was so young, so uneducated, and inexperienced. I felt she was a liability to our group and would somehow have a total negative affect on us somehow, perhaps even something worse.
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