Dead Until Dark (Sookie Stackhouse #1)(36)

“Is that the pecking order? By age?”

“Pecking order,” Bill said thoughtfully. “That’s not a bad way to put it.” He almost laughed. I could tell by the way his lip twitched.

“If you had been interested, I would have been obliged to let you go with Eric,” he said, after we’d resumed our seats and had a belt from our drinks.

“No,” I said sharply.

“Why didn’t you say anything when the fang-bangers came to our table trying to seduce me away from you?”

We weren’t operating on the same wave level. Maybe social nuances weren’t something vampires cared about. I was going to have to explain something that couldn’t really bear much explaining.

I made a very unladylike sound out of sheer exasperation.

“Okay,” I said sharply. “Listen up, Bill! When you came to my house, I had to invite you. When you came here with me, I had to invite you. You haven’t asked me out. Lurking in my driveway doesn’t count, and asking me to stop by your house and leave a list of contractors doesn’t count. So it’s always been me asking you. How can I tell you that you have to stay with me, if you want to go? If those girls will let you suck their blood—or that guy, for that matter—then I don’t feel I have a right to stand in your way!”

“Eric is much better looking than I am,” Bill said. “He is more powerful, and I understand sex with him is unforgettable. He is so old he only needs to take a sip to maintain his strength. He almost never kills any more. So, as vampires go, he’s a good guy. You could still go with him. He is still looking at you. He would try his glamor on you if you were not with me.”

“I don’t want to go with Eric,” I said stubbornly.

“I don’t want to go with any of the fang-bangers,” he said.

We sat in silence for a minute or two.

“So we’re all right,” I said obscurely.

“Yes.”

We took a few moments more, thinking this over.

“Want another drink?” he asked.

“Yes, unless you need to get back.”

“No, this is fine.”

He went to the bar. Eric’s friend Pam left, and Eric appeared to be counting my eyelashes. I tried to keep my gaze on my hands, to indicate modesty. I felt power tweaks kind of flow over me and had an uneasy feeling Eric was trying to influence me. I risked a quick peek, and sure enough he was looking at me expectantly. Was I supposed to pull off my dress? Bark like a dog? Kick Bill in the shins? Shit.

Bill came back with our drinks.

“He’s gonna know I’m not normal,” I said grimly. Bill didn’t seem to need an explanation.

“He’s breaking the rules just attempting to glamorize you after I’ve told him you’re mine,” Bill said. He sounded pretty pissed off. His voice didn’t get hotter and hotter like mine would have, but colder and colder.

“You seem to be telling everyone that,” I muttered. Without doing anything about it, I added silently.

“It’s vampire tradition,” Bill explained again. “If I pronounce you mine, no one else can try to feed on you.”

“Feed on me, that’s a delightful phrase,” I said sharply, and Bill actually had an expression of exasperation for all of two seconds.

“I’m protecting you,” he said, his voice not quite as neutral as usual.

“Had it occurred to you that I—”

And I stopped short. I closed my eyes. I counted to ten.

When I ventured a look at Bill, his eyes were fixed on my face, unblinking. I could practically hear the gears mesh.

“You—don’t need protection?” he guessed softly. “You are protecting—me?”

I didn’t say anything. I can do that.

But he took the back of my skull in his hand. He turned my head to him as though I were a puppet. (This was getting to be an annoying habit of his.) He looked so hard into my eyes that I thought I had tunnels burned into my brain.

I pursed my lips and blew into his face. “Boo,” I said. I was very uncomfortable. I glanced at the people in the bar, letting my guard down, listening.

“Boring,” I told him. “These people are boring.”

“Are they, Sookie? What are they thinking?” It was a relief to hear his voice, no matter that his voice was a little odd.

“Sex, sex, sex.” And that was true. Every single person in that bar had sex on the brain. Even the tourists, who mostly weren’t thinking about having sex with the vampires themselves, but were thinking about the fang-bangers having sex with the vampires.

“What are you thinking about, Sookie?”

“Not sex,” I answered promptly and truthfully. I’d just gotten an unpleasant shock.

“Is that so?”

“I was thinking about the chances of us getting out of here without any trouble.”

“Why were you thinking about that?”

“Because one of the tourists is a cop in disguise, and he just went to the bathroom, and he knows that a vampire is in there, sucking on the neck of a fang-banger. He’s already called the police on his little radio.”

“Out,” he said smoothly, and we were out of the booth swiftly and moving for the door. Pam had vanished, but as we passed Eric’s table, Bill gave him some sign. Just as smoothly, Eric eased from his seat and rose to his magnificent height, his stride so much longer than ours that he passed out the door first, taking the arm of the bouncer and propelling her outside with us.