Club Dead

Alcide’s warm mouth.
    I switched off the bedside lamp after I’d put my book-mark in my book. I snuggled down in the bed and piled the covers high on top of me, and felt—finally—warm and safe.
    Someone knocked at my window.
    I let out a little shriek. Then, figuring who it must be, I yanked on my robe, belted it, and opened the shades.
    Sure enough, Eric was floating just outside. I switched on the lamp again, and struggled with the unfamiliar window.
    “What the hell do you want?” I was saying, as Alcide dashed into the room.
    I barely spared him a glance over my shoulder. “You better leave me alone and let me get some sleep,” I told Eric, not caring if I sounded like an old scold, “and you better stop showing up outside places in the middle of the night and expecting me to let you in!”
    “Sookie, let me in,” Eric said.
    “No! Well, actually, this is Alcide’s place. Alcide, what you want to do?”
    I turned to look at him for the first time, and tried not to let my mouth fall open. Alcide slept in those long drawstring pants, period. Whoa. If he’d been shirtless thirty minutes before, the timing might have seemed just perfect.
    “What do you want, Eric?” Alcide asked, much more calmly than I had done.
    “We need to talk,” Eric said, sounding impatient.
    “If I let him in now, can I rescind it?” Alcide asked me.
    “Sure.” I grinned at Eric. “Any moment, you can rescind it.”
    “Okay. You can come in, Eric.” Alcide took the screen off the window, and Eric slid in feetfirst. I eased the window shut behind him. Now I was cold again. There was gooseflesh all over Alcide’s chest, too, and his nipples . . . I forced myself to keep an eye on Eric.
    Eric gave both of us a sharp look, his blue eyes as brilliant as sapphires in the lamplight. “What have you found out, Sookie?”
    “The vampires here do have him.”
    Eric’s eyes may have widened a little, but that was his only reaction. He appeared to be thinking intently.
    “Isn’t it a little dangerous for you to be on Edgington’s turf, unannounced?” Alcide asked. He was doing his leaning-against-the-wall thing again. He and Eric were both big men and the room really seemed crowded all of a sudden. Maybe their egos were using up all the oxygen.
    “Oh, yes,” Eric said. “Very dangerous.” He smiled radiantly.
    I wondered if they’d notice if I went back to bed. I yawned. Two pairs of eyes swung to focus on me. “Anything else you need, Eric?” I asked.
    “Do you have anything else to report?”
    “Yes, they’ve tortured him.”
    “Then they won’t let him go.”
    Of course not. You wouldn’t let loose a vampire you’d tortured. You’d be looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life. I hadn’t thought that through, but I could see its truth.
    “You’re going to attack?” I wanted to be nowhere around Jackson when that happened.
    “Let me think on it,” Eric said. “You are going back to the bar tomorrow night?”
    “Yes, Russell invited us specifically.”
    “Sookie attracted his attention tonight,” Alcide said.
    “But that’s perfect!” Eric said. “Tomorrow night, sit with the Edgington crew and pick their brains, Sookie.”
    “Well, that would never have occurred to me, Eric,” I said, wonderingly. “Gosh, I’m glad you woke me up tonight to explain that to me.”
    “No problem,” Eric said. “Anytime you want me to wake you up, Sookie, you have only to say.”
    I sighed. “Go away, Eric. Good night again, Alcide.”
    Alcide straightened, waiting for Eric to go back out the window. Eric waited for Alcide to leave.
    “I rescind your invitation into my apartment,” Alcide said, and abruptly Eric walked to the window, reopened it, and launched himself out. He was scowling. Once outside, he regained his composure and smiled at us, waving as he vanished downward.
    Alcide slammed the window shut and let the blinds back down.
    “No, there are lots of men who don’t like me at all,” I told him. He’d been easy to read that time, all right.
    He gave me an odd look. “Is that so?”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “If you say so.”
    “Most people, regular people, that is . . . they think I’m nuts.”
    “Is that right?”
    “Yes, that’s right! And it makes them very nervous to have me serve them.”
    He began laughing, a reaction that was so far from what I had intended that I had no idea what to say next.
    He left the room, still more or less chuckling to himself.
    Well, that