Sookie finally stopped shrieking when she realized it was Eric and Kennedy at her window. Alcide looked angry that they were there. Kennedy didn't blame him. Eric was the most conventional, and he didn't take people's feelings into account when he did things. Just part of this charm. "Geez Sookie, you done blowing my eardrums out?" Kennedy joked, holding onto her ears once Sookie opened the window. Eric only frowned. Sookie looked between the two vampires, her chest moving rapidly as she tried to get her breathing back.

"Let us in Sookie," Eric demanded. Manners were clearly foreign to him. Kennedy rolled her eyes, slightly pushing Eric out of the way.

"He means please can we come in Sookie," she correct, Eric frowning. Sookie looked back at Alcide, who nodded, waving them inside. Kennedy stepped into the bedroom first, eyeing Alcide up and down as Eric walked in behind her. She could easily see the goose bumps all over his skin from the cold weather outside, she was thankful that didn't mean anything to her, Sookie and Alcide seemed to be shivering. She smiled at him, her head tilting to the side. "Cold Alcide? I'd help you get warm but…that's not really my things," she held up her hands, knowing that touching him would only add to his chill. There were downsides to having no body warmth. Eric cleared his throat behind her.

"Do you have any news Sookie?" he asked, looking pointedly at Kennedy, she sneered back at him, scooting a little closer to Alcide. He didn't seem to mind. Sookie nodded, taking in deep breaths. Clearly she only had bad news.

"Yes. They have him, I don't know where, but they do have him." Kennedy froze, her head whipping around to look at Sookie. She hadn't believed that Bill would have been kidnapped, she'd always thought Bill was strong, invincible. She couldn't imagine him getting taken away by a group of humans, let along other vampires. Eric seemed to be thinking the same thing as her. If Bill could be taken, any of them could be. Alcide looked between Kennedy and Eric, a question clearly brewing in his head. He leaned up against the wall and surveyed the two of them a little more.

"Are you two allowed to be here? Like…don't you guys have turfs or whatever? Can you just show up unannounced?" Kennedy opened her mouth to answer, Eric beat her to it. He smiled widely, something she rarely saw him do, and shook his head.

"Not at all, it's actually very dangerous for us to be here." he seemed proud at the fact. Kennedy wasn't. She wanted to stay as far away from danger as she could. She didn't want to end up like Bill. Sookie cleared her throat, turning everyone's attention back to her. She looked at the three expectantly. "Anything else Sookie?" Eric asked, his serious demeanor back. She nodded, Kennedy tried not to groan.

"They're torturing him," she said nervously. Kennedy felt her throat close up. She looked over at Eric with wide eyes, hoping he had some sort of idea to get Bill out alive. Sookie clearly didn't understand what it meant that they were torturing Bill. Eric sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. Kennedy could feel his frustration bubbling through her.

"They aren't going to let him go then," he revealed. She knew that in her head. As soon as Sookie said they were torturing him, she knew that meant they would kill him. But hearing Eric say it made it seem more real. She turned her back to the group so they wouldn't see her red tears. She could hear Alcide shifting uncomfortably behind her, wondering what he was supposed to do. At least he wasn't pretending she wasn't crying, like Eric. No matter how brave he seemed, a crying girl was sure to scare the hell out of Eric.

"Your not…going to attack anyone are you?" Sookie asked nervously. Kennedy sure hoped that wasn't what Eric was hoping to do. It would only cause them more problems, and they didn't need that right now. Kennedy wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath before turning back to them, shaking her head. Sookie let out a sigh of relief.

"Your going back to the bar tomorrow?" Eric asked, looking between Sookie and Alcide, they both nodded. "Perfect. Make sure you listen in on anyone and everyone that you can Sookie. The faster we find out where they're hiding Bill, the faster we can save him." Sookie frowned, rolling her eyes. She didn't seem to like Eric's attitude anymore than Kennedy did.

"Gee, I never would have thought of that. Thanks for the tip," she said sweetly. Kennedy had to try not to smile. Sookie yawned loudly, a sign that she wanted everyone to leave so she could sleep. "Goodnight Eric, Kennedy. Goodnight again Alcide," she said sweetly. Alcide smiled widely at Eric, his eyes lighting up. Kennedy knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Eric, I rescind your invitation." Eric frowned a little deeper as he walked backwards and out the window, waiting patiently for Kennedy. Alcide only smiled at her, a little more genuinely. "Night Kennedy." Kennedy smiled thinly, waving to him and Sookie before crawling out the window after Eric. She could feel his irritation with both her and Alcide. She followed him to his car, trying her hardest not to smile as they made their way back to the hotel. If she had to be miserable, then she was going to drag him down with her.

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After dealing with the dumb as rocks girl at the check out counter, (she kept gaping at Eric and spelling his last name wrong when looking him up in the computer) Eric and Kennedy made their way to their room. It reminded her of the hotel she'd been to in Dallas. For some reason it seemed like a lot of people assumed vampires were only into the colors red and black. It made Kennedy's mood worse.

She walked into the suite, her blood actually boiling when she saw the large bed sitting against the wall. She spun around to look at Eric, who didn't seem as upset. He placed his their bags on the bed, they'd had a loud argument in the lobby about him carrying Kennedy's bag to their room, she only agreed when he wrestled it out of her hands. "Something wrong?" he asked calmly, removing his leather jacket and tossing it onto a nearby chair. Kennedy sneered at him, grabbing her bag and pulling out pajamas.

"I'll be in the shower," she grumbled, turning on her heels and slamming the bathroom door behind her. She was thankful that the shower ended up relaxing her. It let her mind think clearly, not about Eric, or even Bill, but about what she was going to do with the rest of her never ending existence. She needed to get away from Sophie Ann, find a place to live. She figured that if Bill got out of this alive she could crash with him, she knew he wouldn't mind. She pulled on a tank top and red, terry cloth running shorts. She ran the towel over her hair a few times, taking her time combing it out before she went back into the room. She wanted to stay away from Eric or as long as she could. She still teetering between forgiving him or not.

Eric was already in bed, making it look as if he was watching TV. She knew he wasn't really paying attention, his mind was on too many other things. He only pulled himself out of his thoughts when the bed dipped slightly, Kennedy getting under the sheets and turning her back to him. She felt a little better when she felt all his regret. At least he felt bad for what he'd done, he should have. That didn't mean it was okay for him to put his hand on her shoulder, letting his fingers trace down her shoulder blades, tracing small circles on her skin. She was glad her skin couldn't break out into goose bumps. She turned to him, determined to keep a frown on her face. "Watch it Northman. I still haven't forgiven you," she warned.

The right corner of Eric's mouth tugged up slightly. "I'm sorry for upsetting you. And for not telling you sooner. To be honest, Sophie Ann didn't tell me the story to the extent you did. She only said she found you inches from death and she turned you. I didn't know what they did to you…if I was sure they weren't already dead I would have killed them myself. I've had to go through two centuries without you, I'm not going to let my own mistakes keep you away for any longer." Kennedy had to admit it was sweet. She knew Eric wasn't one or apologies, and if he did give you one, it was genuine. If she didn't forgive him, she would be being and idiot. She looked Eric in the eyes, seeing the person she'd fallen for all those years before, when she was just a human girl, nothing special. He'd chosen her even then, seeing something in her that other people didn't. He'd made her feel important, showed her things people had never even imagined to be real. He'd promised to be with her for the rest of forever, something she didn't even think was possible. In his eyes she saw the old Eric Northman, the one she'd been searching for for hundreds of years.

She covered his lips with her, finally ready to trust him completely. She knew Eric hadn't expected it, she could feel his surprise. It was times like this she was grateful for the bond between them, even if it had slightly tortured her when they were apart. She remembered feeling what he was every once and awhile. Getting worried when he felt like he was in trouble, wanting to be there for him when he was sad or upset. She remembered being surprised at the strength of the bond the night Godric met his final death. She'd been with Sophie Ann that night, but she knew right away what had happened when she felt Eric's emotions. She could feel herself slowly breaking down, realizing that was how Eric felt. He was losing the closet thing to family he had, and it hurt him. She felt sorry for him.

"What's wrong?" Eric's voice brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up at him, he had rolled over, hovering over her. She shook her head, playing with the silver pendant hanging from his neck. Eric didn't believe her, she could feel his doubt. She'd never realized how hard it was to keep secrets from the person you had a blood bond with.

"I'm just thinking is all…there's kind of a lot going on right now," she explained. She grimaced when she felt Eric's emotions this time, kissing him again to tell him everything was fine. He had been afraid she didn't want to be with him at the moment, and it couldn't have been farther from the truth. She hadn't looked all over for him for nothing.

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A/N: What do you think? Too sappy?