Club Dead (Sookie Stackhouse #3)(15)
"But now I know about Lorena."
"And knowing, do you agree to do this for us?"
"Yes, on one condition."
Eric looked wary. "What would that be?" he asked.
"If something happens to me, I want you to take her out."
He gaped at me for at least a whole second before he roared with laughter. "I would have to pay a huge fine," he said when he'd quit chortling. "And I'd have to accomplish it first. That's easier said than done.
She's three hundred years old."
"You've told me that what will happen to you if all
this comes unraveled would be pretty horrible," I reminded him.
"True."
"You've told me you desperately need me to do this for you."
"True."
"That's what I ask in return."
"You might make a decent vampire, Sookie," Eric said finally. "All right. Done. If anything happens to you, she'll never fuck Bill again."
"Oh, it's not just that."
"No?" Eric looked very skeptical, as well he might.
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"It's because she betrayed him."
Eric's hard blue eyes met mine. "Tell me this, Sookie: Would you ask this of me if she were a human?"
His wide, thin-lipped mouth, most often amused, was in a serious straight line.
"If she were a human, I'd take care of it myself," I said, and stood to show him to the door.
After Eric had driven away, I leaned against the door and laid my cheek against the wood. Did I mean what I'd told him? I'd long wondered if I were really a civilized person, though I kept striving to be one. I knew that at the moment I'd said I would take care of Lorena myself, I had meant it. There was something pretty savage inside me, and I'd always controlled it. My grandmother had not raised me to be a murderess.
As I plodded down the hall to my bedroom, I realized that my temper had been showing more and more lately. Ever since I'd gotten to know the vampires.
I couldn't figure out why that should be. They exerted tremendous control over themselves. Why should mine be slipping?
But that was enough introspection for one night.
I had to think about tomorrow.
Chapter Four
oince IT seemed I was going out of town, there
was laundry to be done, and stuff in the refrigerator that
needed throwing away. I wasn't particularly sleepy after
spending so long in bed the preceding day and night, so
I got out my suitcase, opened it, and tossed some clothes
into the washer out on the freezing back porch. I didn't
want to think about my own character any longer. I had
plenty of other items to mull over.
Eric had certainly adopted a shotgun approach to bending me to his will. He'd bombarded me with many reasons to do what he wanted: intimidation, threat, seduction, an appeal for Bill's return, an appeal for his (and Pam's, and Chow's) life and/or well-being--to say nothing of my own health. "I might have to torture you, but I want to have sex with you; I need Bill, but I'm furious with him because he deceived me; I have to keep peace with Russell Edgington, but I have to get Bill back from him; Bill is my serf, but he's secretly working more for my boss."
Darn vampires. You can see why I'm glad their glamour doesn't affect me. It's one of the few positives my
mind-reading ability has yielded me. Unfortunately, humans with psychic glitches are very attractive to the un-dead.
I certainly could not have foreseen any of this when I'd become attached to Bill. Bill had become almost as necessary to me as water; and not entirely because of my deep feelings for him, or my physical pleasure in his lovemaking. Bill was the only insurance I had against being annexed by another vampire, against my will.
After I'd run a couple of loads through the washer and dryer and folded the clothes, I felt much more relaxed. I was almost packed, and I'd put in a couple of romances and a mystery in case I got a little time to read. I am self-educated from genre books.
I stretched and yawned. There was a certain peace of mind to be found in having a plan, and my uneasy sleep of the past day and night had not refreshed me as much as I thought. I might be able to fall asleep easily.
Even without help from the vampires, I could maybe find Bill, I thought, as I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. But breaking him out of whatever prison he was in and making a successful escape, that was another question. And then I'd have to decide what to do about our relationship.
I woke up at about four in the morning with an odd feeling there was an idea just waiting to be acknowledged. I'd had a thought at some point during the night; it was the kind of idea that you just Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
know has been bubbling in your brain, waiting to boil over.
Sure enough, after a minute the idea resurfaced. What if Bill had not been abducted, but had defected?
What if he'd become so enamored or addicted to Lorena that he'd decided to leave the Louisiana vampires and join with the Mississippi group? Immediately, I had doubts that that had been Bill's plan; it would be a very elaborate one, with the leakage of informants to Eric con cerning Bill's abduction, the confirmed presence of Lorena in Mississippi. Surely there'd be a less dramatic, and simpler, way to arrange his disappearance.