Tara returned to Bill's house(she certainly didn't think of it as hers any longer) and began packing. Bill arrived a little later, after Eric had come through and 'confessed' to Sookie that he had lied on Bill.

Needless to say, Sookie felt sick at thinking that Bill would've ever told Russell Edgington the location of the fae portal. And they both knew this would change things.

Bill gingerly came into Tara's room as she calmly packed.

"Tara, we need to discuss some things."

"Really?" Tara asked without looking at him. "Like how you betrayed me? We decided to get married because YOU were going to be a father to my children and WE were going to cut Eric out for good."

Bill ran a hand down his face, before answering.

"I love Sookie."

"I'm not hearing anything I didn't know. And I would've been perfectly fine with Sookie still being in your life. But now Eric has all of this control over me suddenly. Control that you gave him in exchange for something I would've gladly given you-a life with Sookie." Tara said coldly.

Bill eased closer to her.

"Tara, I will still be the father of your babies and you will still be the Queen of Louisiana."

"Until? I've known Sookie a lot longer than you. She isn't going to settle for being some piece on the side forever."

"No. She won't. I was thinking that when the babies were born, we could divorce but I would still be in the babies lives and provide support." Bill said.

Tara rolled her eyes!

"You know what? I do believe you owned my family! Oh and you can bet I'll still be Queen alright! And if I have to go to the tabloids and tell him that you're cheating on me with Sookie, I will."

"You would do that? I didn't think I meant that much to you."

"Fuck you! This isn't about you! This is about me. And I figure if I'm the wife of the Vampire King, Eric really can't do that much, now can he? But what you all were hoping for, is that I could cover your ass during the day, looking like a sweet wife, while Eric gets what he can off of me at night. Fuck both of you! And you'll hear from me when I tell you what MY terms are." Tara said, closing the suitcase and walking past him out of her bedroom.

Just as she was on the stair landing, Tara's cellphone rang. She stopped, set down her suitcase, fumbled through her purse and pulled it out.

It was LaFayette.

"Hey! Look, I won't be at Bill's any longer so if you need to reach me, I'll be at one of the nicest, fucking hotels in town on my husband's dime."

"Uh...yeah...hookah, could you come over?"

Tara frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"I just really need to talk to you about something."

"What?"

"I just need to see you, that's all."

Tara could smell trouble, but didn't comment on it. At least not over the phone. Bill had come out of her room and was lurking in the hallway behind her.

"I'll be right over." Tara said and walked down the stairs, suitcase in hand. Bill moved so that he was right behind her on the stairs.

"At least let me have one of my men go with you! There are still people out there that want the babies. Like the Pelts. Please, Tara..."

"Fuck off!" Tara offered over her shoulder. Two of Bill's guards glanced at Bill for instruction but he shook his head slightly. Tara walked out of the door, alone and in her heart, single again.

Tara pulled her car in the drive at LaFayette's place. She noticed a dark colored sedan in the drive, behind her cousin's. Who the hell was this that was here?

Tara left her luggage, got out and walked up to the porch steps. LaFayette had been watching for her, because the front door flew open and LaFayette peered out, looking around crazily!

"Did Bill's men follow you?"

"No."

"Uh why not?"

"Because I'm through with him. It's a long story. What's wrong with you? You look like you're about to shit a brick." Tara noted.

"Well get in here and see why." LaFayette said, pulling her inside. A man and a woman were standing in his living room, wearing suits. Tara looked at them, then gave LaFayette a dirty look!

She knew when she was looking at fucking feds! What the fuck had LaFayette got himself into now?!

The woman stepped forward.

"Mrs. Compton? I'm Special Agent Sara Weiss and behind me here is Special Agent Tom Latteste. May we speak to you for a moment?"

Tara just nodded and LaFayette closed his door.

"Why don't I fix us something to drink?" LaFayette offered. But Tara shook her head and dropped into a chair. Agents Weiss and Latteste sat down across from her on the couch.

"We'll get to the point, Mrs. Compton," Agent Weiss began, "we need your help with regards to one Eric Northman."

There was a silence. Tara stared at the agents for a moment, then slowly stood up.

"I have to get going," she said slowly, "I am actually on my way home so..."

"Actually, Mrs. Compton, we were given the impression that your marriage to Bill Compton was as dead as he is." Agent Latteste replied.

"Where would you get an idea like that?" Tara asked calmly.

"A source," Agent Weiss revealed, "but for now, let's discuss Eric Northman."

"Let's not. I have to get home." Tara said and moved towards the front door. But LaFayette grabbed her arm!

"Look, Tara, girl, I'm in trouble! Mama's expenses went up in that home! And I can't have her ass living here! I was forced to sell some shit for Eric! The Feds have offered up a deal that includes my pretty ass not going to prison! But you have to help me!"

Tara pulled her arm out of his grasp, then turned to glare at the agents.

"I don't know anything about this! I'm busy being pregnant. Oh...and I'm married to someone else. What is it you think I can do for you?"

Agent Weiss moved closer to her.

"We know what went down at Authority Headquarters. We have a mole inside. So we know that you are not especially happy with Bill Compton or Eric Northman, as of late. Eric Northman is the father of your unborn children."

"So?" Tara asked.

Agent Latteste broke it down.

"We want you to resume your relationship with him. The relationship you had, before you used one of those reality rings and left this world."

Tara stared at the agents, then looked at LaFayette!

"Are they kidding? If you're the one selling some kind of illegal shit for Eric, then you can go and fuck him!"

LaFayette looked at the agents, then at Tara.

"Tara, the V is not all it used to be. People just ain't buying the shit like they used to. Eric realized that and got involved with moving another product. Something called Morphia."

"Morphia? What's that?" Tara asked, confused Agent Weiss spoke up.

"Just how it sounds. It's a drug, made from that Lillith blood that is kept in Authority Headquarters, mixed with pure vamp blood. The effects allow any being, to 'morph' into someone else. For about 24 hours. People are beginning to use the drug for financial and sexual success...and the 'sexual success' is practically rape. We know Eric Northman has sellers pushing it. But we need to know where he's getting the product from. From the way we understand it, that Lillith blood is rare and in one vial, kept on Authority premises."

"Tara," LaFayette said, "they're turning out almost gallons of the shit! There is either more Lillith blood than we thought or..."

Tara rolled her eyes!

"Cut the shit! The only reason the feds would be here, is if this Morphia shit had affected someone rich or important."

Agent Latteste eyed her.

"You know, Mrs. Compton, we had assumed you would be a little more sympathetic to what we were trying to do. After all, what Alcide Herveaux pulled on you was technically the same thing that's beginning to happen, all over this country. But we think the roots are here in Louisiana."

"What happened to me was different! Alcide did what he did because he couldn't help himself." Tara sniffed.

LaFayette rolled his eyes at that answer! Agent Weiss smiled patiently at her.

"And yet, " the agent said, "you aren't actually with Alcide Herveaux now, are you?"

"I'm not going to lie. I didn't like being tricked but I don't hate Alcide in general. If someone like Sheriff Bellefleur morphed into someone I wanted to fuck, then I'd be pissed off. Look, I wish I could help you..."

"You'll help us, Mrs. Compton," Agent Latteste said, "or your cousin does 20 to life. A congressman's daughter died after overdosing on this crap."

Tara smirked!

"Wow! I knew someone important was affected." she said, then pulled LaFayette into a corner.

"You owe me! You owe me big time! Now I have to take my ass over to Eric's and act like I want to be with him, plus spy and shit! You OWE me."

LaFayette nodded, then hugged his cousin. But deep down inside, he doubted that going back to Eric Northman, and his bed, would be THAT much of a hardship for Tara.

Tara decided to stay over at LaFayette's that night. Then that morning, she readied herself for what she had to do. She had a checklist ready...

1. Call the Pelts and threaten them into backing off of Sookie and herself.

2. Going back to Bill's and packing up more shit.

3. Waiting until the sun sets to call Eric and tell him she would be coming to live with him.

4. Pretend not to be angry at this whole situation. Pretend like I've forgiven Eric for good.

5. ?

Tara crumpled up the list and threw it in the trash, as LaFayette set a plate of breakfast in front of her. He sighed then sat down across from her.

"I know we haven't had much time to talk. Really, really talk, since Eric turned you that night. But I can see that it really bothers you. The part about going back into a relationship with him. I guess I missed out on how one ever began in the first place?" LaFayette asked quietly.

Tara looked at her plate of food, then at her cousin.

"Eric got me to trust him. He made me feel safe by using one of those reality rings to kill Franklin Mott and bring me his head. I'm not going to lie...I just...loved him in that moment." she admitted.

"Wow, Tara. I didn't realize it was all that between Eric and you."

"The problem was it wasn't for him. I just keep thinking about something he said to me the other night. About my running off and finding another version of him to love. Maybe I do need to deal with what was behind my relationship with Eric Northman from another reality. Maybe I was looking for THIS Eric someplace else?" Tara asked, more of herself than of LaFayette.

LaFayette covered her hand with his own.

"I would've never asked you to get in this, if I had known all of that."

"I know. I can do this. Did I hear one of the feds telling you that Eric had three houses?"

LaFayette snorted!

"Yeah! They think he bought them from Morphia profits. I know I'm not making that kind of paper, that's for damned sure!"

"Well we both have to pretend. You pretend like you don't know that the Feds are on to Eric. And I pretend as if I want to be with him, on his terms." Tara sighed and scooted back her chair.

"Tara, stay here until the sun goes down." LaFayette suggested. But Tara shook her head.

"I've got some things to take care of before I enter Eric's life again. I'll call you." Tara said, hugging LaFayette briefly, before picking up her purse and heading towards the door.

Once she was back in her car, Tara used her iPhone to look up the number for the Pelt Boys Ranch. A secretary answered and Tara announced herself as the 'Vampire Queen of Louisiana'.

Soon, Barbara Pelt came on the line.

"Mrs. Compton. I'm surprised to hear from you."

"Don't be," Tara responded tersely as she began driving. She put the phone on speaker and rested it on the front seat, "I'm calling to tell you that you'd better back off Sookie Stackhouse. Do whatever the fuck you have to, but my friend had better not go to prison."

"Mrs. Compton,"

"It's 'Your Highness'."

"Look bitch," Barbara Pelt sniffed, her tone changing, "after we put Sookie under the prison, we're coming for you next."

"Did you know that I happen to have connections within the FBI? Or even lower than that, the state? I know for a fucking fact, that your husband and you are getting state money to run that ranch of yours. But what's not well known, is that you all are only letting werewolf boys come to live with you there!"

"That is NOT true!" Barbara croaked.

"The hell it isn't!" Tara snapped as she turned onto another street. "You're supposed to be letting at risk youth live with your mangy asses on that ranch. You're supposed to be allowing at risk boys learn a trade and shit! But you're discriminating and only letting boys on there that are wolves!"

"You're lying!"

"Oh I'm the liar? Bitch, this is how it's going to down: fuck with Sookie, or if I hear anymore shit about you're kidnapping my unborn children, I will not only call the state on your asses, but I will tell the media to go out to your 'ranch' and watch those boys closely." Tara threatened. "One of them will change with a quickness I'm sure..."

"Alright, alright!" Barbara hissed. "Fine. Sookie's troubles will be taken care of by this evening. And we...we...we won't come after the babies."

The last thing they needed, Barbara thought, was anyone knowing they were wolves! They wouldn't see another penny of state money and Gordon wanted to open up a were orphanage called 'The Debbie Pelt Orphanage'. Damn!

"But don't think you've won, "Vampire Bitch' of Louisiana. If you or that Stackhouse whore, steps out of line with a Were again, you'll be hearing from us."

Barbara then hung up, just as Tara pulled into Sookie's drive.