Kennedy Compton looked around at the scared, confused people around her and sighed heavily. Clearly these people weren't as used to seeing her kind as she had hoped. She could tell they were trying to figure out if she was a good guy or a bad guy, and she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at them. She had a feeling it might take a little longer than expected to get what she wanted. She was so busy trying to look for someone who could answer her, she'd let her guard down, allowing her to be dragged away by someone. Once she was outside in what she guessed was hot, summer weather, (she didn't notice the change in atmosphere now that she was dead) she jerked her arm away from her momentary captor and turned to face him, her fangs out and her body rigid.
"Get your hands off me, unless you have some sort of death wish," she snapped, straightening out her jacket as if he'd tried to rip it off her. She looked at the man in front of her, and quickly noticed he didn't seem to be afraid of her like all the others had been. This made her eyebrow quirk and a small smile form on her lips. She looked him up and down, fro his boots, to the jeans that fit him perfectly, to the plaid button up shirt to his sandy hair. He might have been human, but he was a cute human.
"Sorry…it's just that, people around here don't take too well to new vampires. After what's happened here there's really no telling what they might do to you," the cute human said as he placed his hands on his hips. Kennedy had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Like she was afraid of a few drunk humans. This guy clearly wasn't taking her very seriously. She clicked her tongue against her teeth, her head tilting to the side as she looked him up and down once more.
"Like I care what they think. All I want to know is if any of you people have seen Bill Compton, and if so, where can I find him. Then I'll leave all of you alone with your drunk, inbreeding selves," she said sweetly. He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at her with a wondering look. She was getting tired of this all too quickly.
"Why should I tell you were Bill is? I don't even know who you are, you could cause him problems. And if you screw with Bill, you screw with me." how sweet. Bill made friends with the humans. Kennedy had to keep herself from rolling her eyes yet again, popping her hip out slightly as she looked up at him through her eyebrows.
"Look, you really don't want to get on my bad side right now. I'm not here to mess anything up, I'm a friend of Bill's trust me. Just tell me where he is, and I'll go. It's that simple." she'd forgotten how stubborn people could be when they were nervous or scared. Or maybe this one was just a special case. The guy sighed heavily once again, nodding slightly as he looked over his shoulder, for what Kennedy didn't really care. She just wanted what she came for.
"He lives up at the Compton Manor past the graveya-" Kennedy was off and running before he could even finish his sentence. Of course, he would be at the Compton Manor. She felt stupid for ruling it out. She felt a little twinge of excitement when she realized she'd be returning to the home she grew up in, wondering how much it had changed in the past hundred and so years. She only hoped Bill would be happy to see her.
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"Bill! Are you gonna stare at that computer all night?" a woman's voice snapped from somewhere inside the house. Kennedy's eyebrow quirked, her head tilting to the side as she decided to listen in a little longer before she walked in. It wasn't often she heard a woman speak like that to Bill, and she enjoyed it when they did. Her older brother was a bit sour sometimes.
"Sookie I've told you, I'm working on a project. Why don't you take Jessica to Merlotte's for the night?" two things crossed Kennedy's mind. The first was that Bill had become some sort of sugar daddy, having two girls living with him, the second being that Bon Temps needed more places than Merlotte's to hang out on the weekends.
"I don't want to go to Merlotte's…Hoyt might be there an we're still not speaking. And what could you be doing that's so important?" another voice asked. Kennedy huffed loudly, throwing the front door open. Locks weren't a big problem for vampires, but Kennedy had always been able to pick the locks, she'd been locked out that house more times than she could count. She walked into the living room, where the voices were coming from, and stood in the doorway, waiting for anyone to notice she was there. Apparently they'd heard her heels against the wood floors, because they were all turned towards her before she'd even walked in.
"Hey," she said sweetly to the gaping threesome in front of her. Her eyes swept around the room, quickly seeing that nothing had changed much from what she remembered except for the computer and Wii. The blond who was standing behind Bill, sneering slightly, looked over at the red head with a raised eyebrow. Bill, who was still gaping, stood up and froze in place, seeming to stutter slightly.
"Ken-Kennedy? You're a…oh god." Kennedy smiled thinly, shrugging as she walked further into the room, plopping down on the couch. "After all these years, why didn't you come and find me?" he pressed, leaving the two confused girls behind him as he rushed over To Kennedy, standing in front of her and looking down with a stern look.
"Pretty much 'cause I knew you'd act like this. There's nothing you can do now Billy, unless you wanna throw me out during the day? Find a stake? Sorry but this is sort of permanent," she said with a shrug. Bill looked his sister up and down, trying to fond some hint that told him she wasn't really one of the undead. He felt a little defeated when he couldn't. "Who're your friends?" she asked , nodding to the girls behind him. Bill turned, jumping slightly as if he'd just noticed them.
"Oh well. This is Sookie and Jessica. Sookie is mine," he said in a slight warning tone, Kennedy rolled her eyes. "And Jessica is my…" he paused, searching for the right word. Jessica rolled her eyes, looking down at her nails as if she were bored with what was going on. Kennedy liked her already.
"He's my maker. Did he screw you over too?" she asked, glaring at Bill and crossing her arms. Bill sighed heavily, placing a hand on Kennedy's shoulders. "Or is she another one of your girlfriends?" she asked, making Bill pull his hand away as if he'd been burned.
"She's my little sister. Sookie…I never told you because well, I didn't know she was still alive," he said as Sookie opened her mouth to argue, a sour look on her face. Kennedy smiled thinly, standing back up and walking over to the girls. "Kennedy, don't do anything stupid," Bill warned. Kennedy glared at Bill, turning back to the girls.
"Nice to meet you two. Sorry my idiot brother hasn't told you about me. It's not completely his fault…though he should have told you about me even if I was dead." Sookie smiled while Jessica stood up a little straighter. Bill sighed loudly behind them.
"I like her Bill. You should've told me about her sooner," Sookie said with a wide smile. Bill grimaced, clearing his throat to gain Kennedy's attention back from Sookie and Jessica. Kennedy turned around, her tongue clicking against her teeth. Bill hadn't changed at all, always trying to take the spotlight off him no matter how annoying it got.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you Kennedy, which I am. But I have to ask why you're here. I don't quite believe that you came all the way to see me." Kennedy smiled sweetly, shrugging. She had to admit, that wasn't why she came to see Bill. She was only there because he had information that she needed, and nothing else. She hadn't wanted to see Bill in the few hundred years she'd been alive. No matter how happy he seemed to see her, she knew that he would eventually blame her current state on himself, and it just wasn't the case. Kennedy was trying to keep Bill from feeling grief that wasn't needed.
"I uh…need help finding someone," she said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She looked down at her lap, feeling Bill's stern look burning a hole into her head. He already knew exactly who she was talking about, not that it was hard to figure out. Anyone who knew her would know exactly who she was talking about. "I know you don't like the idea of us together…but I need to find him. It's been nearly two hundred years since I've seen him. And I hear your working for him…come on. Just tell me where Eric is," she whined. Bill's eyes shut tightly as Sookie came forward, her eyes wide.
"You know Eric?" she asked, looking between Kennedy and Bill. Bill looked at the ground while Kennedy's eyebrow quirked. She wasn't too happy that everyone seemed to know Eric, and she hadn't seen him since she'd first become a vampire. She wasn't sure how he'd managed to hide himself from her when he clearly was well known, even to the humans.
"We were together…awhile ago. I haven't seen him since I was turned," she explained, her eyes fixed down on her lap. She was getting pretty tired of Bill staring at her. "Is he your maker?" Sookie asked, making Bill's eyes widen. Kennedy shook her head, sighing slightly.
"No. He was supposed to be. He promised me he'd turn me but things…got complicated. After he found out I'd been turned, he ran off. I guess he thought I'd gone to someone else on my own. Bill I need to find him. Just tell me where he is, don't make me beg." Sookie looked at Bill sadly, clearly on Kennedy's side. Jessica nodded, showing she was also agreeing with her. Bill sighed heavily.
"He owns a bar in Shreveport. It's called Fangtasia. Kennedy, don't do anything stupid. He isn't the same person you knew, he might not take seeing you as well as you'd hope." Kennedy nodded, not really paying attention to what he was saying. She was out the door, slamming it loudly behind her, before he could she warn her again.