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“Sookie,” said Bill’s smooth voice, “stay out of the woods. The maenad was dissatisfied with our tribute. Eric will be in Bon Temps tomorrow night to negotiate with her, and he may call you. The—other people—of Dallas, the ones who helped you, are asking for outrageous recompense from the vampires of Dallas, so I am going over there on Anubis to meet with them, with Stan. You know where I’ll be staying.”

Yikes. Bill wouldn’t be in Bon Temps to help me, and he was out of my reach. Or was he? It was one in the morning. I called the number I’d put in my address book, for the Silent Shore. Bill had not yet checked in, though his coffin (which the concierge referred to as his “baggage”) had been put in his room. I left a message, which I had to phrase so guardedly that it might be incomprehensible.

I was really tired, since I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, but I had no intention of going to the next night’s party alone. I sighed deeply, and called Fangtasia, the vampire bar in Shreveport.

“You’ve reached Fantasia, where the undead live again every night,” said a recording of Pam’s voice. Pam was a co-owner. “For bar hours, press one. To make a party reservation, press two. To talk to a live person or a dead vampire, press three. Or, if you were intending to leave a humorous prank message on our answering machine, know this: we will find you.”

I pressed three.

“Fangtasia,” Pam said, as if she were bored more completely than anyone had ever been bored.

“Hi,” I said, weighing in on the perky side to counteract the ennui. “This is Sookie, Pam. Is Eric around?”

“He is enthralling the vermin,” Pam said. I took that to mean Eric was sprawling in a chair on the main floor of the bar, looking gorgeous and dangerous. Bill had told me that some vampires were under contract to Fangtasia, to put in one or two appearances a week of a stated duration, so the tourists would keep coming. Eric, as an owner, was there almost every night. There was another bar where vampires went of their own accord, a bar a tourist would never enter. I’d never been in it, because frankly, I see enough of bars while I’m at work.

“Could you take him the phone, please, ma’am?”

“Oh, all right,” she said grudgingly. “I hear you had quite a time in Dallas,” she said as she walked. Not that I could hear her steps, but the noise in the background ebbed and flowed.

“Unforgettable.”

“What did you think of Stan Davis?”

Hmmm. “He’s one of a kind.”

“I like that nerdy, geeky look myself.”

I was glad she wasn’t there to see the astonished look I gave the telephone. I’d never realized Pam liked guys, too. “He certainly didn’t seem to be dating anyone,” I said, I hoped casually.

“Ah. Maybe I’ll take a vacation to Dallas soon.”

It was also news to me that vampires were interested in each other. I’d never actually seen two vampires together.

“I am here,” Eric said.

“And I am here.” I was a little amused at Eric’s phone answering technique.

“Sookie, my little bullet-sucker,” he said, sounding fond and warm.

“Eric, my big bullshitter.”

“You want something, my darling?”

“I’m not your darling, and you know it, for one thing. For another—Bill said you were coming over here tomorrow night?”

“Yes, to tromp up in the woods looking for the maenad. She finds our offerings of vintage wine and a young bull inadequate.”

“You took her live bull?” I was momentarily side-tracked by the vision of Eric herding a cow into a trailer and driving it to the shoulder of the interstate and shooing it into the trees.

“Yes, indeed we did. Pam and Indira and I.”

“Was it fun?”

“Yes,” he said, sounding faintly surprised. “It had been several centuries since I dealt with livestock. Pam is a city girl. Indira had too much awe of the bull to be a lot of help. But if you like, the next time I have to transport animals I will give you a call, and you can go along.”

“Thanks, that would be lovely,” I said, feeling pretty confident that was a call I’d never get. “The reason I called you is that I need you to go to a party with me tomorrow night.”

A long silence.

“Bill is no longer your bedmate? The differences you developed in Dallas are permanent?”

“What I should have said is, ‘I need a bodyguard for tomorrow night.’ Bill’s in Dallas.” I was smacking myself on the forehead with the heel of my hand. “See, there’s a long explanation, but the situation is that I need to go to a party tomorrow night that’s really just a . . . well, it’s a . . . kind of orgy thing? And I need someone with me in case . . . just in case.”

“That’s fascinating,” Eric said, sounding fascinated. “And since I’m going to be in the neighborhood, you thought I might do as an escort? To an orgy?”

“You can look almost human,” I said.

“This is a human orgy? One that excludes vampires?”

“It’s a human orgy that doesn’t know a vampire is coming.”

“So, the more human I look the less frightening I’ll be?”

“Yes, I need to read their thoughts. Pick their brains. And if I get them thinking about a certain thing, and pick their brains, then we can get out of there.” I’d just had a great idea about how to get them to think about Lafayette. Telling Eric was going to be the problem.

“So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself?”

“Yes,” I said, almost squeaking in my anxiety. In for a penny, in for a pound. “And . . . do you think you could pretend to be gay?”

There was a long silence. “What time do I need to be there?” Eric asked softly.

“Um. Nine-thirty? So I can brief you?”

“Nine-thirty at your house.”

“I am carrying the phone back,” Pam informed me. “What did you say to Eric? He is shaking his head back and forth with his eyes shut.”

“Is he laughing, even a little bit?”

“Not that I can tell,” Pam said.

B
ILL DIDN’T CALL back that night, and I left for work before sunset the next day. He’d left a message on the answering machine when I came home to dress for the “party.”

“Sookie, I had a hard time making out what the situation was, from your very guarded message,” he said. His usually calm voice was definitely on the unhappy side. Miffed. “If you are going to this party, don’t go alone, whatever you do. It isn’t worth it. Get your brother or Sam to go with you.”

Well, I’d gotten someone even stronger to go with me, so I should be feeling pretty virtuous. Somehow, I didn’t think that my having Eric with me would reassure Bill.

“Stan Davis and Joseph Velasquez send their regards, and Barry the bellhop.”

I smiled. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed wearing only an old chenille bathrobe, giving my hair a brushing while I listened to my messages.

“I haven’t forgotten Friday night,” Bill said, in the voice that always made me shiver. “I will never forget.”

“So what happened Friday night?” Eric asked.

I shrieked. Once I could feel my heart was going to stay in my chest cavity, I scrambled off the bed and strode over to him with my fists balled.

“You are old enough to know you don’t come in someone’s house without knocking on the door and having it answered. Besides, when did I ever invite you inside?” I had to have extended the invitation, or else Eric couldn’t have crossed the threshold.

“When I stopped by last month to see Bill. I did knock,” Eric said, trying his best to look wounded. “You didn’t answer, and I thought I heard voices, so I came in. I even called your name.”

“You may have whispered my name.” I was still furious. “But you acted bad, and you know it!”

“What are you wearing to the party?” Eric asked, effectively changing the subject. “If this is to be an orgy, what does a good girl like you wear?”

“I just don’t know,” I said, deflated by the reminder. “I’m sure I’m supposed to look like the kind of girl who goes to orgies, but I’ve never been to one and I have no idea how to start out, though I have a pretty clear idea of how I’m supposed to end up.”

“I have been to orgies,” he offered.

“Why does that not surprise me? What do you wear?”

“The last time I wore an animal hide; but this time I settled for this.” Eric had been wearing a long trench coat. Now he threw it off dramatically, and I could only stand and stare. Normally, Eric was a blue-jeans-and-T-shirt kind of guy. Tonight, he wore a pink tank top and Lycra leggings. I don’t know where he got them; I didn’t know any company made Lycra leggings in Men’s X-tra Large Tall. They were pink and aqua, like the swirls down the sides of Jason’s truck.

“Wow,” I said, since it was all I could think of to say. “Wow. That’s some outfit.” When you’ve got a big guy wearing Lycra it doesn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. I resisted the temptation to ask Eric to turn around.

“I don’t believe I could be convincing as a queen,” Eric said, “but I decided this sent such a mixed signal, almost anything was possible.” He fluttered his eyelashes at me. Eric was definitely enjoying this.

“Oh, yes,” I said, trying to find somewhere else to look.

“Shall I go through your drawers and find something for you to wear?” Eric suggested. He had actually opened the top drawer of my bureau before I said, “No, no! I’ll find something!” But I couldn’t find anything more informally sexy than shorts and a tee shirt. However, the shorts were some I had left over from my junior high days, and they encased me “like a caterpillar embraces a butterfly,” Eric said poetically.

“More like Daisy Dukes,” I muttered, wondering if the lace pattern of my bikini underwear would be imprinted on my butt for the rest of my life. I wore a matching steel blue bra with a dipping white tank top that exposed a lot of the decoration on the bra. This was one of my replacement bras, and Bill hadn’t even gotten to see it yet, so I sure hoped nothing happened to it. My tan was still holding up, and I wore my hair loose.

“Hey, our hair’s the same color,” I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror.

“Sure is, girlfriend.” Eric grinned at me. “But are you blond all the way down?”

“Don’t you wish you knew?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

“Well, you’ll just have to wonder.”

“I am,” he said. “Blond everywhere.”

“I could tell as much from your chest hair.”

He raised my arm to check my armpit. “You silly women, shaving your body hair,” he said, dropping my arm.

I opened my mouth to say something else on the topic, suddenly realized that would lead to disaster, and said instead, “We need to go.”

“Aren’t you going to wear perfume?” He was sniffing all the bottles on top of my dressing table. “Oh, wear this!” He tossed me a bottle and I caught it without thinking. His eyebrows flew up. “You have had more vampire blood than I thought, Miss Sookie.”

“Obsession,” I said, looking at the bottle. “Oh, okay.” Carefully not responding to his observation, I dabbed a little bit of Obsession between my breasts and behind my knees. I figured that way I was covered from head to toe.

“What is our agenda, Sookie?” Eric asked, eyeing this procedure with interest.

“What we’re going to do is go to this stupid so-called sex party and do as little as possible in that line while I gather information from the minds of the people there.”

“Pertaining to?”

“Pertaining to the murder of Lafayette Reynold, the cook at Merlotte’s Bar.”

“And why are we doing this?”

“Because I liked Lafayette. And to clear Andy Bellefleur of the suspicion that he murdered Lafayette.”

“Bill knows you are trying to save a Bellefleur?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“You know Bill hates the Bellefleurs,” Eric said, as if that were the best-known fact in Louisiana.

“No,” I said. “No, I didn’t know that at all.” I sat down on the chair by my bed, my eyes fixed on Eric’s face. “Why?”

“You’ll have to ask Bill that, Sookie. And this is the only reason we’re going? You’re not cleverly using this as an excuse to make out with me?”

“I’m not that clever, Eric.”

“I think you deceive yourself, Sookie,” Eric said with a brilliant smile.

I remembered he could now sense my moods, according to Bill. I wondered what Eric knew about me that I didn’t know.

“Listen, Eric,” I began, as we went out the door and across the porch. Then I had to stop and cast around in my mind for how to say what I wanted to say.

He waited. The evening had been cloudy, and the woods felt closer around the house. I knew the night just seemed oppressive because I was going to go to an event personally distasteful to me. I was going to learn things about people that I didn’t know and didn’t want to know. It seemed stupid to be seeking the kind of information that I’d spent my life learning how to block out. But I felt a sort of public service obligation to Andy Bellefleur to discover the truth; and I respected Portia, in an odd way, for her willingness to subject herself to something unpleasant in order to save her brother. How Portia could feel a genuine distaste for Bill was simply incomprehensible to me, but if Bill said she was frightened of him, it was true. This coming evening, the idea of seeing the true secret face of people I’d known forever was just as frightening to me.

“Don’t let anything happen to me, okay?” I said to Eric directly. “I have no intention of getting intimate with any of those people. I guess I’m scared that something will happen, someone will go too far. Even for the sake of Lafayette’s murder being avenged, I won’t willingly have sex with any of those people.” That was my real fear, one I hadn’t admitted to myself until this moment: that some cog would slip, some safeguard fail, and I would be a victim. When I’d been a child, something had happened to me, something that I could neither prevent nor control, something incredibly vile. I would almost rather die than be subjected to abuse like that again. That was why I’d fought so hard against Gabe and been so relieved when Godfrey had killed him.