Dead Until Dark (Sookie Stackhouse #1)(66)

“Belinda, what vampire has Ginger been seeing?” Eric asked smoothly once Belinda was seated, and I was touching her. The waitress had enough sense to accept the process quietly, enough intelligence to realize she had to be honest.

“Anyone that would have her,” Belinda said bluntly.

I saw an image in Belinda’s mind, but she had to think the name.

“Which one from here?” I asked suddenly, and then I had the name. My eyes sought his corner before I could open my mouth, and then he was on me, Long Shadow, vaulting over the chair holding Belinda to land on top of me as I crouched in front of her. I was bowled over backward into Eric’s desk, and only my upflung arms saved me from his teeth sinking into my throat and ripping it out. He bit my forearm savagely, and I screamed; at least I tried to, but with so little air left from the impact it was more like an alarmed choking noise.

I was only conscious of the heavy figure on top of me and the pain of my arm, my own fear. I hadn’t been frightened that the Rats were going to kill me until almost too late, but I understood that to keep his name from leaving my lips, Long Shadow was ready to kill me instantly, and when I heard the awful noise and felt his body press even harder on me I didn’t have any idea what it meant. I’d been able to see his eyes over the top of my arm. They were wide, brown, crazed, icy. Suddenly they dulled and seemed to almost flatten. Blood gushed out of Long Shadow’s mouth, bathing my arm. It flowed into my open mouth, and I gagged. His teeth relaxed, and his face fell in on itself. It began to wrinkle. His eyes turned into gelatinous pools. Handfuls of his thick black hair fell on my face.

I was shocked beyond moving. Hands gripped my shoulders and began pulling me out from under the decaying corpse. I pushed with my feet to scrabble back faster.

There wasn’t an odor, but there was gunk, black and streaky, and the absolute horror and disgust of watching Long Shadow deconstruct with incredible speed. There was a stake sticking out of his back. Eric stood watching, as we all were, but he had a mallet in his hand. Bill was behind me, having pulled me out from under Long Shadow. Pam was standing by the door, her hand gripping Belinda’s arm. The waitress looked as rocky as I must have.

Even the gunk began to vanish in smoke. We all stood frozen until the last wisp was gone. The carpet had a kind of scorched mark on it.

“You’ll have to get you an area rug,” I said, completely out of the blue. Honest to God, I couldn’t stand the silence any more.

“Your mouth is bloody,” Eric said. All the vampires had fully extended fangs. They’d gotten pretty excited.

“He bled onto me.”

“Did any go down your throat?”

“Probably. What does that mean?”

“That remains to be seen,” Pam said. Her voice was dark and husky. She was eyeing Belinda in a way that would have made me distinctly nervous, but Belinda seemed to be preening, incredibly. “Usually,” Pam went on, her eyes on Belinda’s pouty lips, “we drink from humans, not the other way around.”

Eric was looking at me with interest, the same kind of interest that Pam had in Belinda. “How do things look to you now, Sookie?” he asked in such a smooth voice you’d never think he’d just executed an old friend.

How did things look to me now? Brighter. Sounds were clearer, and I could hear better. I wanted to turn and look at Bill, but I was scared to take my eyes off Eric.

“Well, I guess Bill and me’ll go now,” I said, as if no other process was possible. “I did that for you, Eric, and now we get to go. No retaliation for Ginger and Belinda and Bruce, okay? We agreed.” I started toward the door with an assurance I was far from feeling. “I’ll just bet you need to go see how the bar is doing, huh? Who’s mixing the drinks, tonight?”

“We got a substitute,” Eric said absently, his eyes never leaving my neck. “You smell different, Sookie,” he murmured, taking a step closer.

“Well, remember now, Eric, we had a deal,” I reminded him, my smile broad and tense, my voice snapping with good cheer. “Bill and I are going home now, aren’t we?” I risked a glance behind me at Bill. My heart sank. His eyes were open wide, unblinking, his lips drawn back in a silent snarl to expose his extended fangs. His pupils were dilated enormously. He was staring at Eric.

“Pam, get out of the way,” I said, quietly but sharply. Once Pam was distracted from her own blood lust, she evaluated the situation in one glance. She swung open the office door and propelled Belinda through it, stood beside it to usher us out. “Call Ginger,” I suggested, and the sense of what I was saying penetrated Pam’s fog of desire. “Ginger,” she called hoarsely, and the blond girl stumbled from a door down the hall. “Eric wants you,” Pam told her. Ginger’s face lit up like she had a date with David Duchovny, and she was in the room and rubbing against Eric almost as fast as a vampire could have. As if he’d woken from a spell, Eric looked down at Ginger when she ran her hands up his chest. As he bent to kiss her, Eric looked at me over her head. “I’ll see you again,” he said, and I pulled Bill out the door as quick as a wink. Bill didn’t want to go. It was like trying to tow a log. But once we were out in the hall he seemed to be a little more aware of the need to get out of there, and we hurried from Fangtasia and got into Bill’s car.

I looked down at myself. I was bloodstained and wrinkled, and I smelled funny. Yuck. I looked over at Bill to share my disgust with him, but he was looking at me in an unmistakable way.