By the time Kennedy made it back to Fangtasia, a large amount of the club goers had left, and Eric's Corvette was sitting at the side of the building. She slung her bag over her shoulder, walking over to the side entrance, knocking on the door three times. She didn't want to deal with the creepy humans in the club, she wasn't in the mood. The door swung open, Eric looking at her with a slight frown. She wondered if Ginger had told him what Kennedy had told her. She didn't bother smiling at him to reassure him that she was fine, she pushed past him and walked into his office, throwing her bag on the couch, nearly missing Pam as she did.

"Something wrong?" she asked with a quirked eyebrow. Kennedy sneered at her, practically stomping towards the small fridge behind Eric's desk, pulling a bottle of synthetic blood out and slamming it into the microwave. Eric's hand caught her wrist before she could push any buttons. She glowered at him, trying to tear her hand from his grip, he was much to strong, even for her. Eric's steely blue eyes bore into her, trying to get her to reveal what was wrong. She only sighed heavily.

"I went to see Sophie Ann," she revealed. Eric dropped her wrist as if he'd been burned. Pam looked between the both of them, realizing she was intruding and walked out of the room silently, neither Eric or Kennedy noticing her escape. Kennedy sighed again, looking down at her shoes. It was now or never. She had to tell Eric the truth. There wasn't really any possible way she could weasel out of it, and she owed it to him to tell him the truth. It had been eating away at the both of them for years, as she knew it.

"Why would you do that?" he asked lowly, looking down at her. Kennedy bit the inside of her cheek, thinking of place to start. It wouldn't be hard, she still remembered it like it was yesterday. She assumed every vampire remembered how they were made, no matter how gruesome the story was.

"She's my maker Eric…that's where I've been all this time," she said, her eyes focusing on her boots once again. She pulled out of Eric's grip, it had loosened when he'd heard where she was. Kennedy sat down on the couch next to her bag, putting her head between her legs. She wondered if it were possible for her to become sick. That was sure one thing about being a human that she didn't miss. "It happened the night you were going to change me. Things just didn't go as we'd planned…my parents were gone for the night, Bill was fighting in the war. I was home alone waiting for you…I was so excited about the idea of becoming a vampire, I forgot that you normally came through my window. Someone knocked on the door, and I went to go answer, but it wasn't you. There were these three large men standing on the porch, and I'd never seen them before. I panicked. I slammed the door shut, and I ran to my room, but I'd forgotten to lock the door back." she could feel the cool, sticky red tears sliding against her cheeks. Eric was standing completely still.

"They got in, and they searched the house looking for me. I could hear them talking to each other, trying to decide what they would do with me. The things I heard…I got so scared. I ran into my parents room and hid under their bed. I made sure I was quiet, even when I heard one of them walk in. He eventually left, and the house was so quiet, I thought they left. But as soon as I crawled out, one of them grabbed me. The next thing I knew, one of them had hit me over the head and when I woke up we were in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in the woods. They saw I was awake, and one they threw me down, deciding to get rid of me then. They beat me, kicked e in the stomach while I was on the ground…I can still remember thinking that I hadn't been able to say goodbye to my parents, to Bill, that I was going to die and no one would know what happened to me. I kept praying that they wouldn't kill me, that somehow I would be saved. That's when Sophie Ann came." she remembered the look on Sophie Ann's face, how utterly disgusted and furious she seemed. She remembered the fearful look on the men's faces, how each of them tried to get away, but there was no chance. She'd gotten them all in a matter of seconds.

"I remember lying there, half dead, trying to figure out if I was dreaming, or if I was already dead. She leaned over me, telling me she could save me. I didn't believe her at first, I was in so much pain that I didn't think there was any chance for me to live. She made us exchange blood anyway. I woke up later realizing what had happened. All I could think about was what I would tell you. How I would explain it to you without you thinking I was lying. Then when you left…I realized there wasn't much point in her saving me. She should have just let me die. I wouldn't be able to see my family ever again. There was nothing left for me. Sophie Ann took me in, promising me a new life, one that would help me forget everything else. I heard a few years later that Bill had been turned a little while before me…my parents told him I'd run away, so they wouldn't have to tell him the truth. That I was a monster, they didn't realize he was one too. I've been forced to let Bill thought I'd run away, never coming back home, to keep him from blaming himself for not being there to help me, to save me, to keep me from leaving." Kennedy wiped her eyes roughly with the back of her hand, ashamed she'd let herself cry in front of Eric. She was surprised when she saw Eric kneeling in front of her, his hands resting on her thighs as he looked up at her.

"I forgive you Kennedy…it wasn't your fault. But I have a confession to make…" he said wiping the red tears from her face. Kennedy didn't care that he couldn't resist licking them from his fingers. "Being the sheriff…I have to work alongside of the queen. She told me the story after I heard you were working for her. I've known for a while…why did you think I forgave you so easily, on the night we saw each other again?" Kennedy wished she wasn't hearing what she was hearing. She'd tortured herself, trying to find Eric for years hoping to explain her case to him, when he'd known the entire time.

"You son of a bitch! Do you know what the hell I've gone through trying to find you? Trying to apologize?! I knew things were moving faster than they should that night in the penthouse, but I didn't worry about it, because I loved you! I thought we were getting over our differences because we cared about each other! Sophie Ann was right…we aren't meant to love. You've proven that. I'm staying with Pam tonight…and the only reason I'm still going to Jackson with you tomorrow is because I want to help Bill and Sookie. Because I care about them." Kennedy grabbed her bag, stomping out to the club to find Pam. She was stopped by a tall man standing in the doorway, about to knock on Eric's office door. He was easily two inches shorter than Eric, with bright green eyes, tanned skin and black, messy hair. Kennedy licked her lips.

"Oh…sorry. Uh, I heard yelling, I thought I'd wait until it got quiet before I knocked…I'm Alcide," he said sticking his hand out towards her. Kennedy looked him up and down before taking his hand in hers, shaking it gently. He was a werewolf, it was easy to tell. A cute werewolf at that, and she decided to use that to her advantage. She smiled widely at Alcide, stepping aside.

"Come right on in. How can we help you?" she asked sweetly, glaring when Eric stepped in front of her. Alcide looked between the two of them, looking confused. Poor guy had no idea who he was supposed to talk to. She was worried Eric was frightening the poor guy, he was pretty intimidating to people who didn't know him. Hell, he was intimidating to people who did know him. "Eric, stop scaring the poor guy," she ordered, pushing him to the side. Alcide looked nervous.

"Ignore her," Eric mumbled, stepping forward. Kennedy frowned, sitting on Eric's desk because she knew it annoyed him when she did. She was all for pushing his buttons right now. He was lucky she wasn't heading to sharpen some stakes. "Alcide, I called you over here to make you a deal." Alcide nodded, sitting on the couch after Eric had motioned him to. Kennedy ignored Eric's stern look, keeping herself firmly on the desk. "I hear your father has a bit of a gambling problem," Eric began. Kennedy sneered. Typical Eric, playing against others weaknesses to get what he wanted. She felt bad for poor Alcide.

"And considering you two own a very popular business together…it'd be a shame if someone were to find out about the great sum of money he owes a certain casino in Shreveport." Alcide looked downright pissed. Kennedy would be to, she decided, had someone threatened her that way. Eric only looked pleased that he knew he was about to get his way.

"Well what the hell do you want from me then? I knew there was something up when a vampire called me to come have a meeting with him," he muttered, shuffling around in his seat. Kennedy felt for him, she wished she could help him out, but she wasn't much of a match against Eric. She could only try and make things as easy as possible for Alcide as she could.

"I need you to accompany a human to Jackson to complete a job for me. Her name is Sookie Stackhouse. You are to watch over her and make sure no harm comes to her. If she comes back unharmed, job completed, consider your father's debt erased." Alcide huffed, slouching low into the couch. He thought it over for a little while, finally nodding. Kennedy wished he didn't have to agree to it. She was all for Sookie's safety, but there had to be a more morally correct way to do it.

"Alright fine, I'll do it. Where's this Stackhouse chick live?" Eric gave an approving smile, trying to maneuver around Kennedy as he looked for paper and a pen. Kennedy quickly found both, jotting down Sookie's address and handing to Alcide with a wide smile. "Thank, I guess. See you two later…nice to meet you," the last part was really only aimed at Kennedy. Eric glared at Alcide's retreating back, frowning at Kennedy as she snickered to herself. She jumped from the desk, picking up her bag once again.

"See you tomorrow night Eric." she called over her shoulder, slamming the door harshly behind her.

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A/N: Sure we now all know how Kennedy got changed...but I'm not so sure about this one. Thoughts?