Sookie peered out of a window, then opened her front door before Tara could knock on it.

"Hey!" Sookie said, trying to sound more enthusiastic than she felt. She noted, for the first time, that Tara didn't really look all that pregnant, for someone that was having twins.

"Hey," Tara answered back, "can I come in?"

"You know you can." Sookie said, stepping aside so Tara could enter. Sookie then slowly closed the door and turned to face her friend. Tara sat down and stared at her a moment, before speaking.

"I only came by to tell you that I took care of the Pelts. By tonight or even tomorrow, you should be hearing something about the charges being dropped."

Sookie blinked.

"Bill was going to glamour Andy and Jason to just forget they found a body on my property."

Tara stood up.

"Yeah, that's a way to go. But that doesn't keep the Pelts from coming after us. And using vampire tricks would've just pissed them off even more. So, you're set." Tara said and picked up her purse, signaling she was leaving.

"Tara, we have to talk this out! You are my best friend in the whole world and you're getting ready to have babies! We should be there for each other."

"I got the Pelts off of your back, Sook. I am looking out for you. I just need some time to myself. I hope Bill and you can find what you've been looking for."

Sookie bit her lip.

"You don't really mean that, do you?"

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." Tara replied.

"Yes you would. Tara, tell me what you're feeling! I mean did you really have hopes for Bill and you?"

Tara squinted.

"Sookie, I wouldn't have married him, if I didn't have 'hopes' for the marriage."

"I didn't ask you if you had hopes for the marriage, Tara. Did you have hopes for Bill and you?"

"I don't know. I don't know anything anymore." Tara admitted. Sookie moved closer to her.

"Okay, well, maybe you can blame Alcide and not Bill? He's the one that did all of this! I think he tricked you into caring and you thought Bill and you could be more than you were. Bill still wants to look after you."

"Bill has whored me out to Eric, that's what he's done."

Sookie frowned.

"What are you talking about?"

It suddenly occurred to Tara, that because Sookie did not know about Eric's lie to her, she would think that Tara might actually want to go back to Eric! Tara realized she had said too much.

"I have to go." Tara said instead and moved to leave the house. She cleared her mind so that Sookie could not read her thoughts.

"Damnit, Tara! You're hiding your thoughts from me! What's going on here? What aren't you telling me?"

Tara tuned back to look at her friend, as her hand closed over the doorknob.

"There's nothing to tell, Sookie. Just be happy with Bill."

"Why are you acting as if...Bill told me he is going to keep up appearances with you and the babies."

Tara eyed her.

"And you think I should just be fine with that, right? Like I said, you and Bill be happy, okay?" Tara said, insincerely, before she whipped open the door and skulked down the porch steps. She was headed back to her home to get some more stuff.

The security team that was made up of humans and other two natured beings, worked during the day. Everyone knew something was going down between the King and Queen, but not exactly what. They nodded to Tara as she entered the house. She hurried up the stairs, went into her room and grabbed another suitcase from the closet. She was taking every fucking piece of expensive jewelry out of here...

She suddenly looked on the bed. There was something that looked like a photo album on it. Frowning, Tara dropped the suitcase and walked over to the bed. There was an envelope sitting on top of the leather bound book. Tara opened the envelope and began reading the note. Her eyes widened at the words.

I told you Bill owned your family. Within this book is the proof I told you I had. May this make your exit from that 'plantation', and to our home, faster.

Eric.

Tara crumpled the note, then gingerly opened the book. The first fucking picture, was from the 1800's! It showed slaves, many of them children, on a ship! Eric had circled someone had wrote 'Abimbola from the Yoruba tribe'. Compton family purchased him at slave auction. Descendant of Tara's...

Tara squinted at the picture. What was this shit? It looked as if Eric had found a picture of Africans on a slave ship and circled one, then wrote on it that he was related to her! This wasn't proof...but there were more photographs and letters...

Tara closed the book up and put it in her suitcase. She couldn't look at the right now. Her blood pressure was up, she could feel it! Tara threw all of her jewelry into the same suitcase, picked out more clothing, then closed and locked it. Tara then laid down on the bed. She would just take a nice nap, until the sun set and she could go and see Eric.

Tara managed to leave before Bill or Jessica showed their faces. She drove out to the one house she thought Eric had, and used the code that he apparently hadn't changed, to get in at the gate.

Once she parked and walked up to the door, Tara was only mildly surprised to find it unlocked. Clearly, he was expecting her.

Tara took a deep breath, walked throughout the house, until she got to Eric's room that he rested in during the day. It had no windows.

She opened the door and found him asleep in bed, a blanket pulled up to his navel. She sighed quietly, removed her dress and let it drop to the floor. She next stepped out of her shoes, unhooked her bra and removed her underwear, before she slowly walked to the other side of his bed, and got in, pulling the covers up around her.

Eric awoke and looked over at her.

"I thought I would have to come for you."

"No. I'm here."

"And of your own free will, I hope?" Eric asked, sitting up, Tara sat up as well, pulling the blanket up around herself.

"What choice did I have?"

"Now, now. That doesn't sound very nice. I awake and find you ready for my bed, only to find that you really don't want to be here. That will come again. In time. Did you see my gift?"

"You call a fucking slave book, a gift?" Tara snorted.

"Did you bring it with you?" Eric asked. Tara nodded.

"So you believe me?"

"Uh, I just looked at one picture...I really don't want to talk about that now, okay?" Tara said. Eric slowly pulled the blanket down from around Tara, while looking into her eyes.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked softly. Tara forced herself to break his staring spell.

"I don't want to talk about anything."

"Well, I want to talk about Alcide." Eric said and got out of bed, naked. Tara wanted to avert her eyes but she just couldn't. She watched him make a drink for himself at the bar, then sip it as he stared at her.

"Why?" Tara asked, pulling the blanket over herself again.

"Because you need to understand what pulls me towards Nora. Why I couldn't give her up. She is my sister. I will always want her. It's not a choice. There will be something in you that will pull you towards Alcide. I won't like it, but if you have to be with him..."

"What are you talking about? I'm only half vamp now. I'm not going to be 'pulled towards him' or anyone else." Tara said. Again, Eric bit his tongue. He had no intention of telling her of her soon to be changed status, after the birth of the twins.

Eric set the drink down.

"Then we have no more need for words, do we?" he asked. He then slowly walked back to the bed, allowing Tara to take all of him in, before getting back in and swiftly pulling her to him! He quickly covered Tara's body with his own, forcing her legs open with his hips before entering her soundly.

Eric's lips traveled over Tara's and something in her, just hated the fact that he wasn't her prince. She bit them hard to punish him, but the fleeting pain did not deter him one bit. Her breasts mashed against his chest as Eric began pumping steadily and hungrily inside of her. It was not long until Tara wrapped her arms around Eric's broad shoulders and lifted her hips to meet his hard thrusts. Their movements caused her buttocks to crash up and down on the bed.

They continued that passionate rhythm for awhile, before Eric spent himself, holding on to Tara tightly, welding their bodies together as his passion soared into abandon. Eric wanted Tara and the two beautiful children they had made, with him, and no one else.

Tara left Eric's bed to sneak off and make a phone call-to Agent Sara Weiss.

"I'm in. So what do you want me to do?"

"For now, just get him to trust you. He thinks he has you back. I'll let you know when the time is right to begin finding signs of the morphia. I'll arrange a meeting in a couple of days."

Agent Weiss hung up and Tara rolled her eyes and threw the phone back in her purse, just as Eric appeared, this time in a robe.

"Were you unable to sleep? I could get you some milk or something?"

Tara smiled wanly at him. Eric had said that almost shyly, which was something he was not. Tara shook her head.

"I just am overwhelmed, that's all." she said, not meeting his eyes. Eric reached for her hand.

"Come. I have something to show you."

Tara allowed herself to be lead down a hallway. Eric stopped in front of a door, then opened it...

It was a baby's room. With two cribs and it looked...fancy for a baby's room. But Tara found herself slowly falling in love with it. There had been a baby's room at Bill's, but it had been slightly impersonal. This one, oddly, was not.

Eric stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"What do you think?" he whispered.

Tara just stared at the cribs. What the hell was she doing? Was she really ready to send the father of her children to prison?

"Tara?" Eric asked, then turned her around. His hands rested on her shoulders. "If this is too much..."

"No. It's not. I just am overwhelmed, like I said."

Eric did not believe her, but he could not think as to why. He rubbed her upper shoulders.

"I need to stop in at Fangtasia. Will you be alright by yourself?"

"Why don't I come?" Tara asked.

"Why don't you stay here." Eric said. He did not want her at Fangtasia at night and pregnant! He peered at her again.

"It's Bill, isn't it? And the slave documents?"

"No, Eric. It's not."

"Is it the fact that you have to be his wife during the day? I can make a different deal."

"No, I'm fine. I just need some time to myself, to get used to things, that's all. Go to Fangtasia and try not to abuse Alcide too much, okay?" Tara smiled wanly again. Eric gave her sound kiss on the mouth, before letting her go and leaving the babies room. Tara turned back to the cribs and looked all around. Maybe LaFayette could make a deal to get his prison sentence reduced. Because at this rate, Tara did not think she could help the Feds take down Eric. Drug dealer or not.