Sookie 06 Definitely Dead (24 page)

I found my sympathy diminishing.

“Alain promised and promised to bring me over, because of course I wanted to be as he was. I wanted the strength.” Her eyes flicked over to me.

I nodded heartily. I could understand that.

“But when he needed money, for clothes and food for me, he would do the same thing with me that Clovis had, sell me for money. He knew the men would notice if I was cold, and he knew I would bite them if he brought me over. I grew tired of his failing in his promise.”

I nodded to show her I was paying attention. And I was, but in the back of my mind I was wondering where the hell this monologue was heading and why I was the recipient of such a fascinating and depressing story.

“Then one night we came into a village where the head-man knew Alain for what he was. Stupid Alain had forgotten he had passed through before and drained the headman’s wife! So the villagers bound him with a silver chain, which was amazing to find in a small village, I can tell you … and they threw him into a hut, planning to keep him until the village priest returned from a trip. Then they meant to put him in the sun with some church ceremony. It was a poor village, but on top of him they piled all the bits of silver and all the garlic the people possessed, in an effort to keep him subdued.” The queen chuckled.

“They knew I was a human, and they knew he had abused me,” she said. “So they didn’t tie me up. The headman’s family discussed taking me as a slave, since they had lost a woman to the vampire. I knew what that would be like.”

The expression on her face was both heartbreaking and absolutely chilling. I held very still.

“That night, I pulled out some weak planks from the rear of the hut and crawled in. I told Alain that when he’d brought me over, I’d free him. We bargained for quite a time, and then he agreed. I dug a hole in the floor, big enough formy body. We planned that Alain would drain me and bury me under the pallet he lay on, smoothing the dirt floor over as best he could. He could move enough for that. On the third night, I would rise. I would break his chain and toss away the garlic, though it would burn my hands. We would flee into the darkness.” She laughed out loud. “But the priest returned before three days were up. By the time I clawed my way out of the dirt, Alain was blackened ash in the wind. It was the priest’s hut they’d stored Alain in. The old priest was the one who told me what had happened.”

I had a feeling I knew the punch line to this story. “Okay,” I said quickly, “I guess the priest was your first meal.” I smiled brightly.

“Oh, no,” said Sophie-Anne, formerly Judith. “I told him I was the angel of death, and that I was passing him over since he had been so virtuous.”

Considering the state Jake Purifoy had been in when he’d risen for the first time, I could appreciate what a gut-wrenching effort that must have been for the new vampire.

“What did you do next?” I asked.

“After a few years, I found an orphan like me; roaming in the woods, like me,” she said, and turned to look at her bodyguard. “We’ve been together ever since.”

And I finally saw an expression in Andre’s unlined face: utter devotion.

“He was being forced, like I had been,” she said gently. “And I took care of that.”

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. I couldn’t have picked something to say if you had paid me.

“The reason I’ve bored you with my ancient history,” the queen said, shaking herself and sitting up even straighter, “is to tell you why I took Hadley under my wing. She, too, had been molested, by her great-uncle. Did he molest you, too?”

I nodded. I’d had no idea he’d gotten to Hadley. He hadn’t progressed to actual penetration, only because my parents had died and I’d gone to live with my grandmother. My parents hadn’t believed me, but I’d convinced my grandmother I was telling the truth by the time he would have felt I was ripe, when I was about nine. Of course, Hadley had been older. We’d had much more in common than I’d ever thought. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” I said. “Thanks for telling me.”

“Hadley talked about you often,” the queen said.

Yeah, thanks, Hadley. Thanks for setting me up for the worst … no, wait, that was unfair. Finding out about Bill’s massive deception wasnot the worst thing that had ever happened to me. But it wasn’t too far down on my personal list, either.

“That’s what I’ve found out,” I said, my voice as cold and crisp as a celery stick.

“You are upset that I sent Bill to investigate you, to find out if you could be of use to me,” the queen said.

I took a deep breath, forced my teeth to unclench. “No, I’m not upset with you. You can’t help being the way you are. And you didn’t even know me.” Another deep breath. “I’mupset with Bill, whodid know me and went ahead with your whole program in a very thorough and calculated way.” I had to drive away the pain. “Besides, why would you care?” My tone was bordering on insolent, which was not wise when you’re dealing with a powerful vampire. She’d touched me in a very sore spot.

“Because you were dear to Hadley,” Sophie-Anne said unexpectedly.

“You wouldn’t have known it from the way she treated me, after she became a teenager,” I said, having apparently decided that reckless honesty was the course to follow.

“She was sorry for that,” the queen said, “once she became a vampire, especially, and found out what it was like to be a minority. Even here in New Orleans, there is prejudice. We talked about her life often, when we were alone.”

I didn’t know which made me more uncomfortable, the idea of the queen and my cousin Hadley having sex, or having pillow talk about me afterward.

I don’t care if consenting adults have sex, no matter what that sex consists of, as long as both parties agree beforehand. But I don’t necessarily need to hear any details, either. Any prurient interest I might have had has been flooded over the years with images from the minds of the people in the bar.

This was turning out to be a long conversation. I wanted the queen toget to the point.

“The point is,” the queen said, “I am grateful that you-through the witches-gave me a better idea of how Hadley died. And also you have let me know there is a wider plot against me than just Waldo’s jealous heart.”

I had?

“So I am in your debt. Tell me what I can do for you now.”

“Ah. Send over a lot of boxes so I can pack up Hadley’s stuff and get back to Bon Temps? Get someone to take the stuff I don’t want to a charity drop-off?”

The queen looked down, and I swear she was smothering a smile. “Yes, I think I can do that,” she said. “I’ll send some human over tomorrow to do those things.”

“If someone could pack the stuff I want into a van and drive it up to Bon Temps, that would be real good,” I said. “Maybe I could ride back in that van?”

“Also not a problem,” she said.

Now for the big favor. “Do I actually have to go with you to this conference thing?” I asked, which I knew was kind of pushing it.

“Yes,” she said.

Okay, stonewall there.

She added, “But I’ll pay you handsomely.”

I brightened. Some of the money I’d gotten for my previous vampire services was still in my savings account, and I’d gotten a big financial break when Tara “sold” me her car for a dollar, but I was so used to living close to the financial bone that a cushion was always welcome. I was always scared I’d break my leg, or my car would throw a rod, or my house would burn down … wait, that had already happened … well, that some disaster would happen, like a high wind would blow off the stupid tin roof my grandmother had insisted on, or something.

“Did you want something of Hadley’s?” I asked her, my train of thought having veered away from money. “You know, a remembrance?”

Something flashed in her eyes, something that surprised me.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” said the queen, with an adorable hint of a French accent.

Uh-oh. It couldn’t be good that she’d switched on the charm.

“I did ask Hadley to hide something for me,” she said. My bullshit meter was beeping like an alarm clock. “And if you come across it in your packing, I’d like to have it back.”

“What does it look like?”

“It’s a jewel,” she said. “My husband gave it to me as an engagement gift. I happened to leave it here before I got married.”

“You’re welcome to look in Hadley’s jewelry box,” I said immediately. “If it belongs to you, of course you have to have it back.”

“That’s very kind of you,” she said, her face back to its regular glassy smoothness. “It’s a diamond, a large diamond, and it’s fixed on a platinum bracelet.”

I didn’t remember anything like that in Hadley’s stuff, but I hadn’t looked carefully. I’d planned to pack Hadley’s jewelry box intact so I could pick through it at my leisure in Bon Temps.

“Please, look now,” I suggested. “I know that it would be like a faux pas to lose a present from your husband.”

“Oh,” she said gently, “you have no idea.” Sophie-Anne closed her eyes for just a second, as if she were too anxious for words. “Andre,” she said, and with that word he took off for the bedroom-didn’t need any directions, I noticed-and while he was gone, the queen looked oddly incomplete. I wondered why he hadn’t accompanied her to Bon Temps, and on an impulse, I asked her.

She looked at me, her crystalline eyes wide and blank. “I was not supposed to be gone,” she said. “I knew if Andre showed himself in New Orleans, everyone would assume I was here, too.” I wondered if the reverse would be true. If the queen was here, would everyone assume Andre was, also? And that sparked a thought in me, a thought that had gone before I could quite grasp hold of it.

Andre came back at that moment, the tiniest shake of his head telling the queen he hadn’t found what she wanted to reclaim. For a moment, Sophie-Anne looked quite unhappy. “Hadley did this in a minute of anger,” the queen said, and I thought she was talking to herself. “But she may bring me down from beyond the veil.” Then her face relaxed into its usual emotionless state.

“I’ll keep an eye open for the bracelet,” I said. I suspected that the value of the jewelry did not lie in its appraisal. “Would that bracelet have been left here the last night before the wedding?” I asked cautiously.

I suspected my cousin Hadley had stolen the bracelet from the queen out of sheer pique that the queen was getting married. That seemed like a Hadley thing to do. If I’d known about Hadley’s concealment of the bracelet, I would have asked the witches to roll the clock back on the ectoplasmic reconstruction. We could have watched Hadley hide the thing.

The queen gave one short nod. “I must have it back,” the queen said. “You understand, it’s not the value of the diamond that concerns me? You understand, a wedding between vampire rulers is not a love match, where much can be forgiven? To lose a gift from your spouse, that’s a very grave offense. And our spring ball is scheduled for two nights from now. The king expects to see me wearing his gifts. If I’m not …” Her voice trailed away, and even Andre looked almost worried.

“I’m getting your point,” I said. I’d noticed the tension already rolling through the halls at Sophie’s headquarters. There’d be hell to pay, and Sophie-Anne would be the one to pay it. “If it’s here, you’ll get it back. Okay?” I spread my hands, asking her if she believed me.

“All right,” she said. “Andre, I can’t spend any more time here. Jade Flower will report the fact that I came up here with Sookie. Sookie, we must pretend to have had sex.”

“Sorry, anyone who knows me knows I don’t do women. I don’t know who you expect Jade Flower’s reporting to …” (Of course I did, and that would be the king, but it didn’t seem tactful to say “I know your business,” just then.) “But if they’ve done any homework, that’s just a fact about me.”

“Perhaps you had sex with Andre, then,” she said calmly. “And you let me watch.”

I thought of several questions, the first one being, “Is that the usual procedure with you?” followed by, “It’s not okay to misplace a bracelet, but okay to bump pelvises with someone else?” But I clamped my mouth shut. If someone were holding a gun to my head, I’d actually have to vote for having sex with the queen rather than with Andre, no matter what my gender preference, because Andre creeped me out big-time. But if we were just pretending …

In a businesslike way, Andre removed his tie, folded it, put it in his pocket, and undid a few shirt buttons. He beckoned to me with a crook of his fingers. I approached him warily. He took me in his arms and held me close, pressed against him, and bent his head to my neck. For a second I thought he was going to bite, and I had a flare of absolute panic, but instead he inhaled. That’s a deliberate act for a vampire.

“Put your mouth on my neck,” he said, after another long whiff of me. “Your lipstick will transfer.”

I did as he told me. He was cold as ice. This was like … well, this was just weird. I thought of the picture-taking session with Claude; I’d spent a lot of time latelypretending to have sex.

“I love the smell of fairy. Do you think she knows she has fairy blood?” he asked Sophie-Anne, while I was in the process of transferring my lipstick.

My head snapped back then. I stared right into his eyes, and he stared right back at me. He was still holding me, and I understood that he was ensuring I would smell like him and he would smell like me, as if we’d actually done the deed. He definitely wasn’t up for the real thing, which was a relief.

“I what?” I hadn’t heard him correctly, I was sure. “I have what?”

“He has a nose for it,” the queen said. “My Andre.” She looked faintly proud.

“I was hanging around with my friend Claudine earlier in the day,” I said. “She’s a fairy. That’s where the smell is coming from.” I really must need to shower.

“You permit?” Andre asked, and without waiting for an answer, he jabbed my wounded arm with a fingernail, right above the bandage.

“Yow!” I said in protest.

He let a little blood trickle onto his finger, and he put it in his mouth. He rolled it around, as if it were a sip of wine, and at last he said, “No, this smell of fairy is not from association. It’s in your blood.” Andre looked at me in a way that was meant to tell me that his words made it a done deal. “You have a little streak of fairy. Maybe your grandmother or your grandfather was half-fey?”