Kibwe left just as Dr. Ludwig arrived to look in on Tara. Eric informed her of what he was doing, and asked her to look after Tara the short while he was gone.

Dr. Ludwig snorted!

"Kibwe gave me that drug once, ten years ago. I wanted to go back 1912 and shove a couple of people off of the Titanic, before it sank...and fuck someone. That didn't work out."

Eric raised a brow.

"What do you mean it didn't work out? Why? Were you unable to kill and fuck?"

Dr. Ludwig sighed.

"Yes, but when you go back to a moment in time like that, you find that other things happen. Other things get in the way. And somehow I don't believe you'll be back in a 'moment'. You'll mean to, but you'll be gone awhile. I need to know what you want me to tell Tara when she awakens?"

"That I went out for a bit."

"And I'm still supposed to tell her that, when you don't come back after a week?" Dr. Ludwig asked skeptically.

"I will be gone a few hours, at the most." Eric assured her. Dr. Ludwig raised a brow and walked towards the stairs. Eric removed the drug that Kibwe gave him. He had specifically told the former chancellor, what moment in time he needed to head back to. So there would be one sniff of the drug, to go there. And one to return.

Eric looked towards the stairs, then opened the vial, put it up to his nose and sniffed...

Eric found himself bent over Nora, pillaging her with his cock! He looked over and found Tara glaring at them both. He stopped what he was doing with Nora, patted her buttocks and prepared to be alone with Tara.

"I thought you should know that we killed the Weres that were threatening you."

"Oh. Is that supposed to make me forget that you've fucked someone right in front of my face?!" Tara snapped. But Eric walked over to her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry. Nora and I are related and in many ways, we can't stay away from one another. It's a vampire thing. But I will try. I will try to stay away from her if it will make you happy."

Tara peered at him, then spoke.

"Do you really mean that?" she asked quietly.

"I do." Eric said, reaching for one of her hands. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it.

"Well," Tara admitted, "there are times when I've found Pam kind of hot. So I guess I kind of understand. Kind of."

Eric smiled. This was more like it.

"Really?" Eric asked. Tara nodded and pulled out of his hold. She sighed.

"I guess there's all kinds of crazy shit going on. I don't mean to be a tattle tale, but did you know about Pam and Sam?"

"Yes." Eric said, though he honestly could not remember if he had actually known it at this moment in time.

"I want to be happy for Sam, but I'm sorry, I think Pam is wrong for him. And she's trouble. Maybe you should tell her that she's no good for Sam or something."

Eric frowned. Tara had no problem with Pam and Sam when they were together before.

"What is bothering you, exactly?" Eric asked, just as Nora emerged from her shower, butt naked! Tara was damned sick and tired of looking at naked bitches all of the time! Pam hadn't bothered to cover up when she had caught her and Sam, at his trailer, and now this Joan Collins bitch, was prancing around here!

Eric noticed Nora.

"Nora, put your clothes on and leave, alright? I'll speak to you tomorrow night."

Nora looked Eric up and down, then peered at Tara. What was this? Suddenly this baby vampire rated more attention than herself?

"Eric, we really need to discuss how we're going to cover up what happened tonight? There will probably be retaliation..."

"And we'll discuss it tomorrow night, alright? Now please go and get dressed." Eric requested again. Nora threw up her hands, turned and bent down, to pick her clothes up off of the floor. Tara's arms were folded as she watched this go down. Nora then dressed, picked up her purse, gave Eric the finger and left.

"I'm going to shower, then we will dress and go out someplace nice for a blood dinner."

Tara smiled.

"A blood dinner?"

"There is a new vamp place that opened in Shreveport called Immortal Hill. The blood comes in a bowl but it is very fine. You'll like it." Eric predicted. What he did not say was that the place was shut down, when it was discovered that fairy blood was being used! Bill had it closed. But since in this time, Roman Zimojic is the Head Chancellor, they would be eating there tonight!

Tara found a Versace, lavender evening dress, that had a low neckline supported by spaghetti straps. Her hair was down as she waited with Eric to be seated at the restaurant. Eric wore a suit and tried to keep from scowling. Bill Compton was at a table with Portia Bellefleur. And Portia was waving them over!

Tara had never really cared for Portia, but she was feeling good tonight. Well, sort of. Pam and Sam bothered her, and stayed in the back of her mind. But Eric had not outright dismissed her outrage over himself and Nora, as he had in the limo earlier. She could feel that he was actually showing more than a casual interest in her.

"He is the King," Tara whispered, "it won't kill us to say hello."

"They will want more than a 'hello'. Let's pretend as if we did not see them." Eric cautioned. But Bill stood up and walked over to them.

"Eric. Tara. Please join Portia and I this evening." he said.

"Of course. We didn't see you there." Eric lied. Bill turned to lead the way back to the table. Eric slipped an arm around Tara's waist as they followed. Portia was absolutely beaming!

"Why Tara Mae Thornton! You look absolutely radiant! Being a vampire does agree with you! Maybe I should have Bill bite me?" Portia laughed. Actually, Portia didn't SOUND as if she had laughed, since whatever came out of her mouth sounded faker than hell! But Tara sat in the chair Eric pulled out for her, then sat himself.

"Thank you, Portia. You look good too." Tara said politely.

Eric looked at Bill, then Portia.

"How long have you two been seeing one another?" Eric asked. Before Bill could say anything, Portia answered.

"Ever since that dreadful Sookie Stackhouse disappeared from sight."

Tara felt her fangs trying to come out! Eric put a hand on her knee. Bill coughed and corrected her.

"Now, now, Portia. It has been a few months." he said.

"Well, Bill, you must agree that Sookie has always been a strange one. Tara, you must agree as well. I mean you tolerated her for as long as you could, didn't you?"

Tara outright stared at her.

"I don't understand what you mean?" she asked Portia.

"Well, it's all over town that Sookie forced you to become a vampire! I'm not sure of the details..."

"Then maybe you shouldn't speak of them if you are unsure." Eric said, now standing up. "Tara and I had planned to be alone so..."

Bill stood up.

"Yes, maybe that would be best. Portia is a little drunk tonight."

But Portia Bellefleur now stood up.

"No I am not. Really, Bill, you aren't seeing her anymore and the truth sometimes has to be told. Tara, I saw your mother the other day. May I say that her new husband is a vast improvement from the old."

"Meaning my father?" Tara asked in cool tone.

"Well...errr...yes. Anyway, she is just heartsick as to what happened to you. And SHE blames Sookie. I do too. Whatever happened, should have been allowed to happen NATURALLY. Forcing vampirism on someone is just ungodly. No offense. Now if you all will excuse me, I must powder my nose."

Portia then walked towards the Ladies Room. Eric smirked at Bill.

"Is that the best you could do after Sookie?"

"As I said, Portia is a little drunk tonight."

"She doesn't seem drunk, 'your highness'," Eric countered, "and I'm wondering where that woman really is getting all of her negative ideas about Sookie?"

"Meaning?" Bill asked coldly.

"Meaning I think it's obvious that you've been talking about Sookie behind her back." Eric said. And as the men continued arguing, no one noticed that Tara had slipped off to the Ladies Room as well.

A human waitress screamed blood murder. Literally.

Portia Bellefleur was not dead, but damned near! She had been attacked by a vampire in the Ladies Room!

Bill KNEW Tara had done it, from the moment the deed was revealed. He pointed at her.

"I will deal with you later!"

"No, you will not, Bill, unless you want Sookie to know that your newest girlfriend was talking badly about her and that you sat there and LET HER!" Eric countered. He then grabbed Tara's hand, as a crowd gathered around Portia. He pulled her out of the restaurant and to the car! He had arranged a limo for the occasion, since they were both more dressed up as usual. Eric told the driver to take off, then raised the partition.

Once alone, Eric glared at Tara.

"Tara, I find no fault with what you did but..."

"That bitch was talking shit about Sookie! And she was saying shit about my father! Now mind you, I don't exactly remember him, but that just isn't right!"

"I agree. But the Bellefleurs are very important in Louisiana. There will be an investigation and people will remember us sitting together. Tara, I am going to have to send you someplace safe until this all settles down."

"No!" Tara snapped. Eric wasn't too happy about it either. He had not come back for all of this and he needed to be getting back to his real time.

"Tara, it will just be for a little while. Until we can find someone else to pin this on. Now you will do as I say as your mak..."

Tara leaped at him and bit him!

"Don't you say those words! And don't make me leave here! I will take whatever I have to take, but I'm not leaving!"

Eric realized she wasn't 'leaving' him. He suddenly pulled her to him, half ripping her dress off, as his mouth covered hers. Tara responded to his need, kissing him back lustily and clawing at his suit as well. Then with vampire speed, Eric pressed Tara against the backseat, so that she was facing the window and began hammering into her depths from behind. Her breasts dribbled along the back window shelf, as the limo then ventured onto the highway back to Bon Temps.

By the time they reached the road to Eric's home, Tara was swiveled around and her legs formed a wide 'V' around Eric's bulk . Her feet touched the limo partition as Eric thrust his organ in and out of her madly, while Tara whimpered with pleasure. Her breasts slapped against his chest and nothing mattered in that moment. She belonged to him. He was her maker and the only lover she wanted to be with.

Spent, Eric and Tara got out of the limo and went inside holding hands, only to find Pam there. Pam with mascara and blood running down her face. Eric felt her distress immediately and was so happy to see her! He let go of Tara and went to her.

"Pam? What is it?"

"Oh, you don't know? You're going to tell me that you and my bitch 'sister' don't know?"

"Pam, calm down. What is it?" Eric asked calmly.

"Those Weres you killed tonight? The ones that I guess you thought were going to hurt HER, came after Sam and I tonight...Sam is dead! There were too many of them! I couldn't save him! You fix this, Eric! You fix this!" she screeched.

"How? Pam, I'm sorry...how?"

Pam wiped her eyes and looked at Tara, who was now crying blood, then Eric.

"Release her, Eric. Release her as her maker. If I can't have Sam, I think it is only FAIR that you don't get her either! Release her so we can go back to the way it was!"

Oddly, all Eric could think about at that moment, were Dr. Ludwig's words. He would not be back in a couple of hours.