All Together Dead

would say.
    “Andre,” I said, trying to sound firm instead of cowed and scared, “I’ll finish the job I undertook to do for the queen here, because I shook on it. But I’ll never work for you two again. Eric, thank you for making that as pleasant for me as you could.” (Though pleasant hardly seemed the right word.)
    Eric had staggered a step over to lean against the wall. He’d allowed the cloak to fall open, and the stain on his pants was clearly visible. “Oh, no problem,” Eric said dreamily.
    That didn’t help. I suspected he was doing it on purpose. I felt heat rise in my cheeks. “Quinn, I’ll talk to you later, as we agreed,” I snapped. Then I hesitated. “That is, if you’re still willing to talk to me.” I thought, but couldn’t say because it would have been too grossly unfair, that it would have been more help to me if he’d come ten minutes earlier…or not at all.
    Looking neither to the right nor the left, I made myself march down that hall, took the right-angle turn, and walked through a swinging doorway directly into the kitchen.
    This clearly wasn’t where I wanted to be, but at least it was away from the three men in the hall. “Where’s the baggage area?” I asked the first uniformed staff person I saw. She was a server loading glasses of synthetic blood onto a huge round tray, and she didn’t pause in her task but nodded her head toward a door in the south wall marked EXIT. I was taking a lot of those this evening.
    This door was heavier and led to a flight of stairs descending to a lower level, which I figured was actually under the ground. We don’t have basements where I come from (the water table’s too high), so it gave me a little frisson to be below street level.
    I’d been walking as if something was chasing me, which in a nonliteral way was absolutely true, and I’d been thinking about the damn suitcase so I wouldn’t have to think about anything else. But when I reached the landing, I came a complete stop.
    Now that I was out of sight and truly alone, I took a moment to stand still, one hand resting against the wall. I let myself react to what had just happened. I began shaking, and when I touched my neck, I realized my collar felt funny. I pulled the material out and away and did a sort of sideways downward squinch to have a look at it. The collar was stained with my blood. Tears began flooding my eyes, and I sank to my haunches on the landing of that bleak staircase in a city far from home.

Chapter 12
    I simply couldn’t process what had just happened ; it didn’t jibe with my inner picture of myself or how I behaved. I could only think, You had to be there. And even then that didn’t sound convincing.
    Okay, Sookie, I said to myself. What else could you have done? It wasn’t the time to do a lot of detailed thinking, but a quick scan of my options came up zero. I couldn’t have fought off Andre or persuaded him to leave me alone. Eric could have fought Andre, but he chose not to because he wanted to keep his place in the Louisiana hierarchy, and also because he might have lost. Even if he’d chanced to win, the penalty would have been incredibly heavy. Vampires didn’t fight over humans.
    Likewise, I could have chosen to die rather than submit to the blood exchange, but I wasn’t quite sure how I would have achieved that, and I was quite sure I didn’t want to.
    There was simply nothing I could have done, at least nothing that popped to my mind as I squatted there in the beigeness of the back stairway.
    I shook myself, blotted my face with a tissue from my pocket, and smoothed my hair. I stood up straighter. I was on the right track to regaining my self-image. I would have to save the rest for later.
    I pushed open the metal door and stepped into a cavernous area floored with concrete. As I’d progressed farther into the working area of the hotel (beginning with the first plain beige corridor), the decor had scaled back to minimal. This area was absolutely functional.
    No one paid the least attention to me, so I had a good look around. It’s not like I was anxious to hurry back to the queen, right? Across the floor, there was a huge industrial elevator. This hotel had been designed with as few openings onto the outside world as possible, to minimize the chance of intrusion, both of humans and the enemy sun. But the hotel had to have at least one large dock to load and unload coffins and supplies. This was the elevator that served that dock.