Tara breezed past the guards at Bill's estate, walked into his office and closed the door behind her. Bill stood up from behind his desk, gently flapping the newspaper.

"Tara." he said calmly.

"Bill." Tara replied, before dropping into a chair in front of his desk. "Sookie said you wanted to see me."

Bill set the paper down.

"Did she tell you that I've scheduled a televised interview for the two of us?"

"I think she did mention something about it." Tara admitted casually.

Bill's jaw clenched.

"Tara, I know this situation is hard and unfair. I know I promised you something and I didn't exactly deliver. But I assumed when you left this house and moved in with Eric, that you had made peace with the situation and had decided to live with it."

"What makes you think I haven't?" Tara asked.

Bill paused, as if struggling to find the right words, before answering.

"I was prepared to deal with the questions about your living with Eric. Eric and I both were. But this thing with Alcide..."

"There is no 'thing' with Alcide. He just happened to grab onto...a body part and everyone if making a big fucking deal over nothing! There is nothing between us."

"Alcide doesn't see it that way."

"I'm aware of that." Tara answered. Bill moved so that he stood in front of her.

"This interview I have set up, is more about Alcide than Eric. I have agreed to be the legal father of these babies. We are vampire royalty. We have to look as if these perceptions are nothing but a misunderstanding."

Tara sighed and stood up.

"When is this interview supposed to take place?"

"In an hour. Polly Pease is coming over..."

"Polly Pease?!" Tara snapped. "That racist heifer?! I'm not sitting down with her ass! I'm not!"

"Tara..."

"No!"

"Tara, that was a misunderstanding. Polly has really tried to comeback from that embarrassing mistake." Bill said solemnly. What Bill was referring to, was an interview Polly did, a few years back, where she claimed that Civil Rights Activist Rosa Parks had been turned into a vampire when she passed, and was living in Bon Temps!

Well...of course it wasn't true. And Polly had got her sorry assed information from some drunk who claimed he had seen her. Well Polly went live to some farm on the edge of town at night, and found an elderly lady that oddly, was not only NOT a vampire and NOT Rosa Parks, but was a local actress that had been in the version of that play 'Having Our Say'. The play was about African-American sisters that lived to be over a hundred. And to Tara, neither of them looked like Rosa Parks, nor did this particular actress.

There was an uproar and Polly was suspended, but didn't lose her job for the faux pas. So Tara had no doubt, that this interview could really help her out!

A maid came in and smiled at Tara, before telling Bill that Polly Pease had arrived with a news crew. Bill thanked her, waited until the maid left and closed the door, before he began begging Tara again!

"Tara, please, she's right out there! Now you have to admit that your part in this has put be in a very bad position here. Can we please do this interview so we can save face?"

Tara took a deep, long breath, before nodding. Bill walked over and cupped her shoulders within his hands, giving them a 'thank you' squeeze, before opening the door and letting Polly Pease into the office with her camera crew.

Polly Pease wasn't the least bit fooled by the hand holding Bill and Tara Compton were doing on that couch! And she was not going to make the same mistakes she had made in that 'Rosa Parks Scandal'! She had all her ducks in a row...

"Your Majesty," Polly said, looking at Bill, "your family goes back generations in the South. A few years ago, something pulled you back to Bon Temps and to the family home that you were forced to leave lifetimes ago, when you were turned into a vampire. You return and become involved with a local waitress named Sookie Stackhouse. Then you break up and marry her best friend. Tell us how that came about? Tell the audience how you suddenly realized that it wasn't Sookie you were in love with, but her childhood friend, the then Tara Mae Thornton?"

Tara eyed Bill. Yeah, Bill, Tara thought, I want to hear this shit myself!

Bill squeezed Tara's hand, then spoke.

"Tara, to me, for many years, was just Sookie's best friend. She was not my friend, and even Tara would admit, that before she was turned into a vampire, she had no use for any of us."

"Some would say you were downright prejudiced, Tara." Polly remarked. The cold look Tara gave her in kind, got her off that subject! Bill continued on.

"Anyway, it was after Sookie and myself had broken up..." Bill began, but Polly interrupted.

"Well, let's go backwards. Sookie Stackhouse and yourself did not 'break-up' did you? She found out that you had been hired by a Vampire Queen to romance her. She felt used, then disappeared for a year. I mean people thought she was dead." Polly said. Bill's jaw tightened, but he answered.

"Yes. That is correct."

Polly then looked at Tara.

"And you were gay that year, weren't you? You were living under an assumed name in New Orleans as a cage fighter. Now why the assumed name? Was it that you didn't want anyone to know you were a lesbian?"

Tara paused, then spoke.

"I wanted a new life. And part of that was changing my name."

"And the sleeping with women part?"

Tara shrugged.

"The audience is waiting for any answer."

"That shrug was your answer." Tara replied coolly. Polly could see that and moved on!

"How did you two first come to fall in love? Because frankly, people aren't buying that you are. There are rumors that the babies that your wife is carrying, your Majesty, belong to Shreveport local businessman, Eric Northman. You were seen at the police station the other night, coming to his defense. How did your husband feel when you told him you were going to see Eric?" Polly asked Tara.

"He didn't mind." Tara replied.

"Did he know?" Polly asked.

"I just said he didn't mind."

"Polly," Bill said in a jovial tone, "Tara told me that she was concerned about what could be happening to Eric and I had no problem with her going to see him."

"But why didn't you accompany your wife to the police station? Why was this Alcide Herveaux with her? And Tara, why didn't you knock his hand off of your breast when..."

Tara's fangs suddenly emerged and Polly squeaked! Bill raised a brow.

"My wife is half human and very hormonal. Sometimes her inner vampire comes out when she is stressed," Bill lied, "and frankly, Polly, I find this line of questioning upsetting. Maybe we'd better cut it short before something happens."

"Or you get killed!" Tara snapped.

Meanwhile, from Eric's boat(it was more like a yacht) called 'The Northman', Eric watched the interview, grinning! He glanced over to find Kibwe and Alcide, draining the two FBI agents, that had tried to persuade Tara into turning against him.

Kibwe was draining the last bit of blood from Agent Weiss's breast, while Alcide shamefully drained Agent Latteste's throat! Good God! Since he had been turned, he'd had mostly True Blood! But Jesus, that shit tasted like ass compared to the real thing! No wonder so many vamps were eager to kill for it! He could drain three humans easily in one hour!

Eric looked away. Newbie vamps had the bad habit of slurping. Kibwe was quieter with his drinking. He stood up, turned off the TV and left the cabin. He then went outside and pulled out his cell, dialing Tara's number.

Meanwhile, the interview had ended, when Bill cut the feed and the signal went black for all of those watching! He then glamoured Polly and her staff to forget why they even came over!

Tara pulled her phone out of her purse and answered.

"Yes, Eric?"

"Tara. I need to see you. I'm on my yacht. It's called the Northman and it's on Pier 1. Please be quick about it."

"Whoa! You have a yacht? Since when?"

"That really isn't the point. Please meet me."

"I'm kind of tired. Why don't I meet you at home?"

"You are home."

"Excuse me?"

"You. Are. Home. Tara. At least you will be if you don't meet me tonight."

"Okay, Eric, I don't know what the fuck this is..."

"What the fuck this is, is that Chancellor Kibwe and Alcide were finishing off the feds that you were going to betray me to. Come down to Pier 1 if you want to see LaFayette alive." Eric said and hung up.

Bill had just finished getting everyone out, but heard some of it.

"Tara? What is going on with Eric?"

"It's nothing I can't handle." Tara said, standing up. But Bill walked over to her.

"Do not forget your place. You looked online. There are people that expect a lot of you, Tara, as their Vampire Queen. And a queen is not publicly linked with scandal such as the slayings of humans. Now what is Eric getting ready to do to LaFayette?" Bill asked in a no nonsense tone.

"Not a goddamned thing. This won't end up on the news, I promise." Tara said. "Sorry about the interview."

"It's alright. I believe you were right not to trust Polly." Bill admitted.

Tara screeched her car to a stop, jumped out and hurried towards Pier 1! She had not wanted Bill to see her panic, but she was scared shitless!

Somehow, Eric had found out about Weiss, Latteste, LaFayette and her connection to them, and had them killed. And now he was going to kill LaFayette! Lord...

Tara found the Northman yacht, managed to climb aboard and saw Alcide and Kibwe throwing the bodies of the two federal agents overboard!

"Oh damn!" Tara cried out. "We could get into real trouble doing that! Where's Eric?"

Kibwe said nothing but wiped his mouth. Alcide walked up to her.

"He's in with LaFayette. And he wants to see all of us. Tara, how could you get mixed up with feds?!" Alcide asked in disbelief. Tara did not answer and headed towards the cabin, where Eric and LaFayette were. LaFayette was tied to a chair and looked scared shitless.

On a pole, was the decayed head of Franklin Mott. And it stank worse than shit!

Tara tore her eyes off of the head and looked at Eric.

"What is this?"

"Tara, I loved your interview."

Tara said nothing. Alcide and Kibwe were standing right behind her. Eric continued talking.

"Kibwe, I want you to take Mr. Reynolds to a remote location. The one we agreed upon." Eric said. Kibwe quickly untied LaFayette, pulled him out of the chair and pushed him out of the cabin. That left Eric, Tara and Alcide.

"Alcide, those two feds would've eventually corrupted you as well. Do you know why?"

Alcide said nothing. Eric looked at Tara.

"Do you know why they were able to get to you?"

"They didn't get to me, Eric! I was never going to tell them anything!"

"YOU should've killed them both, when you saw they were a threat to me! Your maker!" Eric snapped. "And I don't want to hear any of your 'half vampire' excuses, Tara. This betrayal happened, because of a tragedy that we did not deal with properly. A tragedy that we have yet to deal with. Do either of you know what that was?"

"I'd say the night you turned me was tragic enough." Alcide said wryly.

But Tara stared at Eric.

"You're talking about Pam's death."

"I'm talking about Pam's MURDER." Eric corrected. "Both of you come with me to the next cabin."

Alcide began following after Eric, but Tara stayed rooted in place. Alcide stopped and reached for arm.

"Come on. We might as well see what it is he wants to show us."

"I know what it is." Tara said in a hollow voice, as her eyes left his and strayed to the decaying head. But she did follow.

And she was right. Little Emma Garza was tied to a chair as well and crying! Eric looked from her to Tara and Alcide.

"I asked you once before, to kill her. To avenge Pam's death. Tara, this is the ONLY thing that is going make things right in our family. Alcide, the trust we don't have, is because of your part in bringing this child's whore mother into our lives. She needs to die. Tonight. "

"Eric," Tara said slowly, "do not ask me to kill a little girl. Do not ask me, as the pregnant mother of your children, to kill an innocent child."

"Do it or LaFayette dies. Alcide, help her." Eric said calmly, before leaving the cabin without looking back. Emma began crying even harder as Tara and Alcide were left to wonder, how the hell they were going to get out of this, without actually killing little Emma.