Sookie 04 Dead to the World (20 page)

In fact, there were bite marks on the hog. I was so overwhelmed with anxiety that I couldn’t keep up my guard, and all the excitement of all the searchers poured into my head-all the revulsion/fear/panic at the sight of the blood, the knowledge that a searcher had been seriously injured, the envy of other hunters at Jimmy Fullenwilder’s coup. It was all too much, and I wanted to get away more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

“Let’s go. This’ll be the end of the search, at least for today,” Sam said at my elbow. We walked out of the woods together, very slowly. I told Maxine what had happened, and after I’d thanked her for her wonderful contribution and accepted a box of doughnuts, I drove home. Sam followed me. I was a little more myself by the time we got there.

As I unlocked the back door, it felt quite strange knowing that there was actually someone else already in the house. Was Eric conscious on some level of my footsteps on the floor above his head-or was he as dead as an ordinary dead person? But the wondering ran through my head and out the other side, because I was just too overloaded to consider it.

Sam began to make coffee. He was somewhat at home in the kitchen, as he’d dropped in a time or two when my Gran was alive, and he’d visited on other occasions.

As I hung up our coats, I said, “That was a disaster.”

Sam didn’t disagree.

“Not only did we not find Jason, which I truly never expected we would, but the guys from Hotshot almost got outed, and Crystal got hurt. I don’t know why they thought they should be there anyway, frankly.” I know it wasn’t nice of me to say that, but I was with Sam, who’d seen enough of my bad side to be under no illusions.

“I talked to them before you got there. Calvin wanted to show he was willing to court you, in a Hotshot kind of way,” Sam said, his voice quiet and even. “Felton is their best tracker, so he made Felton come, and Crystal just wanted to find Jason.”

Instantly I felt ashamed of myself. “I’m sorry,” I said, holding my head in my hands and dropping into a chair. “I’m sorry.”

Sam knelt in front of me and put his hands on my knees. “You’re entitled to be cranky,” he said.

I bent over him and kissed the top of his head. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I said, without any thought at all.

He looked up at me, and there was a long, odd moment, when the light in the room seemed to dance and shiver. “You’d call Arlene,” he said with a smile. “She’d come over with the kids, and she’d try to spike your coffee, and she’d tell you about Tack’s angled dick, and she’d get you to laughing, and you’d feel better.”

I blessed him for letting the moment pass. “You know, that kind of makes me curious, that bit about Tack, but it probably falls into the category of ‘too much information,’” I said.

“I thought so, too, but that didn’t prevent me from hearing it when she was telling Charlsie Tooten.”

I poured us each a cup of coffee and put the half-empty sugar bowl within Sam’s reach, along with a spoon. I glanced over at the kitchen counter to see how full the clear sugar canister was, and I noticed that the message light on the answering machine was blinking. I only had to get up and take a step to press the button. The message had been recorded at 5:01 A.M. Oh. I’d turned the phone ringer off when I’d gone to bed exhausted. Almost invariably my messages were real mundane-Arlene asking me if I’d heard a piece of gossip, Tara passing the time of day during a slow hour at the store-but this one was a real doozy.

Pam’s clear voice said, “Tonight we attack the witch and her coven. The Weres have persuaded the local Wiccans to join us. We need you to bring Eric. He can fight, even if he doesn’t know who he is. He will be useless to us if we can’t break the spell, anyway.” That Pam, ever practical. She was willing to use Eric for cannon fodder, since we might not be able to restore him to full Eric leadership mode. After a little pause, she continued, “The Weres of Shreveport are allying with vampires in battle. You can watch history being made, my telepathic friend.”

The sound of the phone being put back in the cradle. The click that heralded the next message, which came in two minutes after the first.

“Thinking of that,” Pam said, as if she’d never hung up, “there is the idea that your unusual ability can help us in our fight, and we want to explore that. Isn’t that the right buzzword now? Explore? So get here as close to first dark as possible.” She hung up again.

Click.”‘Here’ is 714 Parchman Avenue,” Pam said. Hung up.

“How can I do that, with Jason still missing?” I asked, when it became clear Pam hadn’t called again.

“You’re going to sleep now,” Sam said. “Come on.” He pulled me to my feet, led me to my room. “You’re going to take off your boots and jeans, crawl back in the bed, and take a long nap. When you get up, you’ll feel better. You leave Pam’s number so I can reach you. Tell the cops to call the bar if they learn anything, and I’ll phone you if I hear from Bud Dearborn.”

“So you think I should do this?” I was bewildered.

“No, I’d give anything if you wouldn’t. But I think you have to. It’s not my fight; I wasn’t invited.” Sam gave me a kiss on the forehead and left to go back to Merlotte’s.

His attitude was kind of interesting, after all the vampire insistence (both Bill’s and Eric’s) that I was a possession to be guarded. I felt pretty empowered and gung-ho for about thirty seconds, until I remembered my New Year’s resolution:no getting beaten up.If I went to Shreveport with Eric, then I was sure to see things I didn’t want to see, learn things I didn’t want to know, and get my ass whipped, too.

On the other hand, my brother Jason had made a deal with the vampires, and I had to uphold it. Sometimes I felt that my whole life had been spent stuck between a rock and a hard place. But then, lots of people had complicated lives.

I thought of Eric, a powerful vampire whose mind had been stripped clean of his identity. I thought of the carnage I’d seen in the bridal shop, the white lace and brocade speckled with dried blood and matter. I thought of poor Maria-Star, in the hospital in Shreveport. These witches were bad, and bad should be stopped; bad should be overcome. That’s the American model.

It seemed kind of strange to think that I was on the side of vampires and werewolves, and that was the good side. That made me laugh a little, all to myself. Oh, yes, we good guys would save the day.

Amazingly, I did sleep. I woke with Eric on the bed beside me. He was smelling me.

“Sookie, what is this?” he asked in a very quiet voice. He knew, of course, when I woke. “You smell of the woods, and you smell of shifter. And something even wilder.”

I supposed the shifter he smelled was Sam. “And Were,” I prompted, not wanting him to miss out on anything.

“No, not Were,” he said.

I was puzzled. Calvin had lifted me over the brambles, and his scent should still have been on me.

“More than one kind of shifter,” Eric said in the near-dark of my room. “What have you been doing, my lover?”

He didn’t exactly sound angry, but he didn’t sound happy, either. Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.

“I was in the search party for my brother, in the woods behind his home,” I said.

Eric was still for a minute. Then he wrapped his arms around me and hauled me up against him. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I know you are worried.”

“Let me ask you something,” I said, willing to test a theory of mine.

“Of course.”

“Look inside yourself, Eric. Are you really, really sorry? Worried about Jason?” Because the real Eric, in his right mind, would not have cared one little bit.

“Of course,” he protested. Then, after a long moment-I wished I could see his face-he said, “Not really.” He sounded surprised. “I know I should be. I should be concerned about your brother, because I love having sex with you, and I should want you to think well of me so you’ll want sex, too.”

You just had to like the honesty. This was the closest to the real Eric I’d seen in days.

“But you’ll listen, right? If I need to talk? For the same reason?”

“Of course, my lover.”

“Because you want to have sex with me.”

“That, of course. But also because I find I really do . . .” He paused, as if he were about to say something outrageous. “I find I have feelings for you.”

“Oh,” I said into his chest, sounding as astonished as Eric had. His chest was bare, as I suspected the rest of him was. I felt the light sprinkling of curly blond hair against my cheek.

“Eric,” I said, after a long pause, “I almost hate to say this, but I have feelings for you, too.” There was a lot I needed to tell Eric, and we should be in the car on our way to Shreveport already. But I was taking this moment to savor this little bit of happiness.

“Not love, exactly,” he said. His fingers were busy trying to find out how best to get my clothes off.

“No, but something close.” I helped him. “We don’t have much time, Eric,” I said, reaching down, touching him, making him gasp. “Let’s make it good.”

“Kiss me,” he said, and he wasn’t talking about his mouth. “Turn this way,” he whispered. “I want to kiss you, too.”

It didn’t take long, after all, for us to be holding each other, sated and happy.

“What’s happened?” he asked. “I can tell something is frightening you.”

“We have to go to Shreveport now,” I said. “We’re already past the time Pam said on the phone. Tonight’s the night we face off against Hallow and her witches.”

“Then you must stay here,” he said immediately.

“No,” I said gently, putting my hand on his cheek. “No, baby, I have to go with you.” I didn’t tell him Pam thought using me in the battle would be a good idea. I didn’t tell him he was going to be used as a fighting machine. I didn’t tell him I was sure someone was going to die tonight; maybe quite a few someones, human and Were and vampire. It was probably the last time I would use an endearment when I addressed Eric. It was perhaps the last time Eric would wake up in my house. One of us might not survive this night, and if we did, there was no way to know how we’d be changed.

The drive to Shreveport was silent. We’d washed up and dressed without talking much, either. At least seven times, I thought of heading back to Bon Temps, with or without Eric.

But I didn’t.

Eric’s skills did not include map reading, so I had to pull over to check my Shreveport map to plot our course to 714 Parchman, something I hadn’t foreseen before we got to the city. (I’d somehow expected Eric to remember the directions, but of course, he didn’t.)

“Your word of the day was ‘annihilate,’” he told me cheerfully.

“Oh. Thanks for checking.” I probably didn’t sound very thankful. “You’re sounding pretty excited about all this.”

“Sookie, there’s nothing like a good fight,” he said defensively.

“That depends on who wins, I would think.”

That kept him quiet for a few minutes, which was fine. I was having trouble negotiating the strange streets in the darkness, with so much on my mind. But we finally got to the right street, and the right house on that street. I had always pictured Pam and Chow living in a mansion, but the vampires had a large ranch-style house in an upper-middle-class suburb. It was a trimmed-lawn, bike-riding, lawn-sprinkling street, from what I could tell.

The light by the driveway was on at 714, and the three-car garage around at the rear was full. I drove up the slope to the concrete apron that was placed for overflow parking. I recognized Alcide’s truck and the compact car that had been parked in Colonel Flood’s carport.

Before we got out of my old car, Eric leaned over to kiss me. We looked at each other, his eyes wide and blue, the whites so white you could hardly look away, his golden hair neatly brushed. He’d tied it back with one of my elastic bands, a bright blue one. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a new flannel shirt.

“We could go back,” he said. In the dome light of the car, his face looked hard as stone. “We could go back to your house. I can stay with you always. We can know each other’s bodies in every way, night after night. I could love you.” His nostrils flared, and he looked suddenly proud. “I could work. You would not be poor. I would help you.”

“Sounds like a marriage,” I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. But my voice was too shaky.

“Yes,” he said.

And he would never be himself again. He would be a false version of Eric, an Eric cheated out of his true life. Providing our relationship (such as it was) lasted, he would stay the same; but I wouldn’t.

Enough with the negative thinking, Sookie,I told myself. I would be a total idiot to pass up living with this gorgeous creature for however long. We actually had a good time together, and I enjoyed Eric’s sense of humor and his company, to say nothing of his lovemaking. Now that he’d lost his memory, he was lots of uncomplicated fun.

And that was the fly in the ointment. We would have a counterfeit relationship, because this was the counterfeit Eric. I’d come full loop.

I slid out of the car with a sigh. “I’m a total idiot,” I said as he came around the back of the car to walk with me to the house.

Eric didn’t say anything. I guess he agreed with me.

“Hello,” I called, pushing open the door after my knock brought no response. The garage door led into the laundry room and from there into the kitchen.

As you would expect in a vampire home, the kitchen was absolutely clean, because it wasn’t used. This kitchen was small for a house the size of this one. I guess the real estate agent had thought it was her lucky day-her lucky night-when she’d shown it to vampires, since a real family who cooked at home would have trouble dealing with a kitchen the size of a king bed. The house had an open floor plan, so you could see over the breakfast bar into the “family” room-in this case, the main room for a mighty odd family. There were three open doorways that probably led into the formal living room, the dining room, and the bedroom area.

Right at the moment, this family room was crammed with people. I got the impression, from the glimpses of feet and arms, that more people were standing in the open doorways into the other rooms.

The vampires were there: Pam, Chow, Gerald, and at least two more I recognized from Fangtasia. The two-natured were represented by Colonel Flood, red-haired Amanda (my big fan), the teenage boy with spiked brown hair (Sid), Alcide, Culpepper, and (to my disgust) Debbie Pelt. Debbie was dressed in the height of fashion-at least her version of fashion-which seemed a little out of place for a meeting of this kind. Maybe she wanted to remind me that she had a very good job working at an advertising agency.

Oh, good. Debbie’s presence made the night just about perfect.

The group I didn’t recognize had to be the local witches, by the process of elimination. I assumed that the dignified woman sitting on the couch was their leader. I didn’t know what her correct title would be-coven master? Mistress? She was in her sixties, and she had iron gray hair. An African American with skin the color of coffee, she had brown eyes that looked infinitely wise and also skeptical. She’d brought a pale young man with glasses, who wore pressed khakis with a striped shirt and polished loafers. He might work in Office Depot or Super One Foods in some kind of managerial position, and his kids would think that he was out bowling or attending some church meeting on this cold January night. Instead, he and the young female witch beside him were about to embark on a fight to the death.

The remaining two empty chairs were clearly intended for Eric and me.

“We expected you earlier,” Pam said crisply.

“Hi, good to see you, too, thanks for coming on such short notice,” I muttered. For one long moment, everyone in the room looked at Eric, waiting for him to take charge of the action, as he had for years. And Eric looked back at them blankly. The long pause began to be awkward.

“Well, let’s lay this out,” Pam said. All the assembled Supes turned their faces to her. Pam seemed to have taken the leadership bit between her teeth, and she was ready to run with it.

“Thanks to the Were trackers, we know the location of the building Hallow is using for her headquarters,” Pam told me. She seemed to be ignoring Eric, but I sensed it was because she didn’t know what else to do. Sid grinned at me; I remembered he and Emilio had tracked the killers from the bridal shop to the house. Then I realized he was showing me he’d filed his teeth to points. Ick.

I could understand the presence of the vamps, the witches, and the Weres, but why was Debbie Pelt at this meeting? She was a shifter, not a Were. The Weres had always been so snobby about the shifters, and here was one; furthermore, one out of her own territory. I loathed and distrusted her. She must have insisted on being here, and that made me trust her even less, if that was possible.

If she was so determined to join in, put Debbie in the first line of fire, would be my advice. You wouldn’t have to worry about what she was doing behind your back.

My grandmother would certainly have been ashamed of my vindictiveness; but then (like Alcide) she would have found it almost impossible to believe that Debbie had really tried to kill me.

“We’ll infiltrate the neighborhood slowly,” Pam said. I wondered if she’d been reading a commando manual. “The witches have already broadcast a lot of magic in the area, so there aren’t too many people out on the streets. Some of the Weres are already in place. We won’t be so obvious. Sookie will go in first.”

The assembled Supes turned their eyes to me at the same moment. That was pretty disconcerting: like being in a ring of pickup trucks at night, when they all turn on their headlights to illuminate the center.

“Why?” Alcide asked. His big hands gripped his knees. Debbie, who’d slumped down to sit on the floor beside the couch, smiled at me, knowing Alcide couldn’t see her.

“Because Sookie is human,” Pam pointed out. “And she’s more of a natural phenomenon than a true Supe. They won’t detect her.”

Eric had taken my hand. He was gripping it so hard that I thought I could hear my bones grinding together. Prior to his enchantment, he would have nipped Pam’s plan in the bud, or maybe he would’ve enthusiastically endorsed it. Now he was too cowed to comment, which he clearly wanted to do.

“What am I supposed to do when I get there?” I was proud of myself for sounding so calm and practical. I’d rather be taking a complicated drink order from a table of drunken tree-trimmers than be first in the line of battle.

“Read the minds of the witches inside while we get into position. If they detect us approaching, we lose the surprise of it, and we stand a greater chance of sustaining serious injury.” When she got excited, Pam had a slight accent, though I’d never been able to figure out what it was. I thought it might just be English as it had been spoken three hundred years ago. Or whatever. “Can you count them? Is that possible?”

I thought for a second. “Yes, I can do that.”

“That would be a big help, too.”

“What do we do when we get in the building?” asked Sid. Jittery with the thrill of it all, he was grinning, his pointed teeth showing.

Pam looked mildly astonished. “We kill them all,” she said.

Sid’s grin faded. I flinched. I wasn’t the only one.

Pam seemed to realize she’d said something unpalatable. “What else would we do?” she asked, genuinely amazed.

That was a stumper.

“They’ll do their best to killus,” Chow pointed out. “They only made one attempt at negotiation, and it cost Eric his memory and Clancy his life. They delivered Clancy’s clothes to Fangtasia this morning.” People glanced away from Eric, embarrassed. He looked stricken, and I patted his hand with my free one. His grip on my right hand relaxed a little. My circulation resumed in that hand, and it tingled. That was a relief.

“Someone needs to go with Sookie,” Alcide said. He glowered at Pam. “She can’t go close to that house by herself.”

“I’ll go with her,” said a familiar voice from the corner of the room, and I leaned forward, searching the faces.

“Bubba!” I said, pleased to see the vampire. Eric stared in wonder at the famous face. The glistening black hair was combed back in a pompadour, and the pouty lower lip was stretched in the trademark smile. His current keeper must have dressed him for the evening, because instead of a jumpsuit decked with rhinestones, or jeans and a T-shirt, Bubba was wearing camo.

“Pleased to see ya, Miss Sookie,” Bubba said. “I’m wearing my Army duds.”

“I see that. Looking good, Bubba.”