It was twelve in the afternoon, and Kennedy couldn't sleep. She'd tossed and turned all night, not being able to make herself comfortable enough. It was a shame that such a fantastic, cushy mattress was going to waste. When she finally gave up the pointless struggle, she walked into the hall silently, her eyes already adjusted to the lack of light. She loved being able to see in the dark the way she could, as if she had built in night vision. Though the eerie green lighting that many people used to see in the dark was nothing compared to her advanced eyesight. She remembered back to when she was a human, remembering having to feel blindly around her house late at night, trying to sneak back into her room without being caught. Now she almost laughed at the thought of being caught.

She tip-toed into the completely bare kitchen, assuming that Eric hadn't bothered doing anything with it because of the lack of need for it. She imagined that it was the kind of kitchen any human dreamed of, but she didn't really know. The shiny, spotless metal of the appliances around her was nice, albeit pointless to her. She opened the stainless steel refrigerator quietly, frowning when she found it was empty. Eric must not have been one for Synthetic blood.

"I don't have any True Blood. But I guess if you'll be visiting more often I'll have to invest in some." Kennedy turned to face Eric, her eyes shutting tightly when she felt her fangs scrape against her tongue. She wished she could control them a little more, it seemed lately that they had a mind of their own. Eric was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of pajama bottoms. Kennedy could feel every muscle in her body become rigid and tight, annoyed at how eagerly her body reacted to him even now. He watched her with a quirked eyebrow and a faint smirk.

"I didn't wake you up did I? Sorry…I just couldn't sleep. I don't know what's wrong with me. Normally I'm out before the sun even comes up." was she actually babbling? "I'll just go back in my room…" she mumbled, starting to walk past him. Eric stood in front of her, making her nearly run into his chest as he did. He smiled down at her slightly. If she hadn't already been dead, her breathing would have stopped.

"I'm pretty sure the people one the floor below us could hear you tossing and turning in your bed. Is something on your mind?" Kennedy shook her head, taking a step back from him. She didn't think standing so close to him was a good idea. "Surely being around me again has nothing to do with it? I'd hate to think I'm the reason your not getting any sleep." his lips spread into a full on smile, making Kennedy's knees feel weak. Kennedy sneered at him, crossing her arms.

"Don't hold your breath." it was ironic yes, but it was the first thing that came out. Kennedy hated letting Eric's arrogant attitude get to her, but she wasn't going to let him see that it was. So it was best that she left before she broke her cover, before he could say something that would make her go over the edge. She shoved passed him, freezing yet again when she felt his fingers slide around her wrist gently. He wasn't forcing her to stay, but giving her time to realize she didn't really want to leave. A wave of shock ran over her when she felt him brushing her unkempt hair away from her neck, his lips replacing the empty space where his fingers had been only seconds before. She sighed softly as they traveled from the back of her neck, across her collar bone to her right shoulder blade. Now Kennedy understood why she was having such a hard time going to sleep. This was all just a dream, well maybe.

She stared up at Eric, her aqua green eyes wide and wondering as they searched the blank expression on his face. He kept any questions from coming out by attaching his lips to hers, and she was sure she could have melted right then. She stood on her toes, the only way she was sure to be able make herself tall enough to wrap her arms around his neck. Eric smirked into her lips as his back met the refrigerator with a soft thud, a little taken aback at her eagerness. He placed his hands on her tiny waist, pulling her off the ground, allowing her to wrap her legs around him. He carried her down the hall effortlessly, their lips never pulling apart. Eric placed her at the edge of the bed, hovering over her as she stared up at him, her hand grabbing the back of his neck and reattaching their lips.

He ignored the slight pinch of her nails as they dug into his skin, leaving red half moon shapes in their place as the skin slightly gave way, quickly healing when Kennedy's hands left his neck, taking in the shape of his defined arms as she deepened the kiss, only surprising Eric still. At the feel of his cold hand sliding up under her tank top, resting on her stomach, Kennedy pulled away, looking up to see Eric's fangs slightly showing from behind his lips. As an automatic reaction she'd formed years before, she tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him. Eric looked down at her skeptically. This wasn't exactly something vampires normally did with each other. Relationships between two vampires was pretty unheard of to begin with.

"It's fine Eric. Do it," she mumbled, pulling him towards her slightly. Without giving himself a chance to second guess himself, Eric leaned down, biting Kennedy's neck. Old memories swept over her, each swallow of blood making the already strong bond between them grow stronger. As soon as Eric pulled away, and Kennedy felt the tiny wounds healing, she was on top of him, straddling his waist. She watched as he licked excess blood from his lips, not waiting for any approval from him. She leaned in and bit.

The taste of Eric's blood was so sweet and strong at the same time that she felt like her eyes were about to roll into the back of her head. She would have fainted if the phone hadn't started to ring, making her pull away.

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Kennedy felt her eyes beginning to droop slowly, her face burying further into Eric's chest as she listened in on his phone conversation. Bill had been the one calling. Even miles away, he'd been capable of ruining a perfect moment between she and Eric. It was just like old times. "What do you mean your leaving town?…Your not taking Sookie with you?" he asked, Kennedy assumed Bill didn't leave Sookie alone very often. "Your working on a project for the queen? I find that hard to believe Bill. If she needed someone to do her a favor, she would have come to me, not you." Kennedy sat up a little more, her eyes shooting open. How did she not know about this? Surely if it had been concerning Bill, someone would have told her? "Fine, I'll have someone watch her when I can't. I expect you to come to Fangtasia when you get back?" without waiting for a response, Eric hung up, setting the phone aside. "Go to sleep älskling," he mumbled, his grip on her tightening. Kennedy's eyes shut, nodding obediently as she willed herself to fall asleep .

"You know I don't speak Swedish Eric," she murmured. But she'd heard him call her darling enough times to catch on pretty quickly. He'd called her that more times than she could count. "Bill's leaving? Where's he going?" she asked, wondering what it was that Bill could possibly be doing for the queen of Louisiana. She also felt annoyed that she hadn't been filled in about his little project before then. What was everyone trying to keep from her? And since when had Bill started working for Sophie Ann? Surely she would have heard something earlier.

"He's going to Seattle, he doesn't know when he'll be back. You haven't heard anything about the project the queen has for him have you?" Kennedy shook her head. It was as good as anyone's guess. Bill had successfully kept something to himself for once.

"Nope, I only saw him for a few minutes Eric. We weren't exactly on speaking terms before then," she explained with a soft sigh. She hated this subject, talking about Bill. If anyone didn't know the entire story, which only one other person besides Kennedy did, they would think Kennedy a horrible person for putting Bill through what she had, leaving him to wonder about him for nearly two hundred years. They didn't know she was protecting him from himself. "He's leaving tonight?" she asked, Eric nodded.

"We have to go see Sookie tonight…she doesn't know about his trip. I'm not sure he's going to tell her." clearly Eric knew something that Kennedy hadn't picked up from listening in on their conversation, she could tell by the tone in his voice. She'd known Eric long enough to be able to easily tell when he was keeping something from her. But her suspicions were overshadowed when she thought about poor Sookie. Sure she hadn't known her for very long, maybe for ten minutes at best, but she felt bad for Sookie. She knew that if her boyfriend, not that she had one, had gone off on a trip without telling her, she would feel awful, like he was trying to get away from her. She hated how thick headed Bill could be sometimes. He just didn't understand how easy it was to make a girl feel abandoned or unwanted, and he was doing just that. She wouldn't be surprised if Sookie didn't forgive him, he deserved it for the way he was handling telling her the news, or not telling, in his case. "She's not going to take the news so well." Kennedy could have guessed that already.

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A/N: No, I'm not crazy. I have reasons for Kennedy and Eric getting so serious so fast. Don't worry, this isn't going to be over before you know it J