Club Dead

more than, ‘Hi, my name is Bubba.’ ”
    “Hi, my name is Bubba.”
    “Right.”
    “Hi, my name is Bubba.”
    “Yes. That’s fine. Now, you sneak, and you be quiet and invisible.”
    Bubba smiled at us. “Yes, Mr. Eric. But after that, I gotta go find me some food. I’m mighty hungry.”
    “Okay, Bubba. Go search now.”
    Bubba scrambled back out the window, which was on the second story. I wondered how he was going to get to the ground, but if he’d gotten into the window, I was sure he could get out of it.
    “Sookie,” Eric said, right in my ear. “We could have a long argument about you taking my blood, and I know everything you would say. But the fact is, dawn is coming. I don’t know if you will be allowed to stay the day here or not. I will have to find shelter, here or elsewhere. I want you strong and able to defend yourself; at least able to move quickly.”
    “I know Bill is here,” I said, after I’d thought this over for a moment. “And no matter what we almost just did—thank God for Bubba—I need to find Bill. The best time to get him out of here would be while all you vampires are asleep. Can he move at all during the daytime?”
    “If he knows he is in great danger, he may be able to stagger,” Eric said, slowly and thoughtfully. “Now I am even more sure you will need my blood, because you need strength. He will need to be covered thoroughly. You will need to take the blanket off this bed; it’s thick. How will you get him out of here?”
    “That’s where you come in,” I said. “After we do this blood thing, you need to go get me a car—a car with a great big trunk, like a Lincoln or a Caddy. And you need to get the keys to me. And you’ll need to sleep somewhere else. You don’t want to be here when they wake up and find their prisoner is gone.” Eric’s hand was resting quietly on my stomach, and we were still wrapped up together in the bedding. But the situation felt completely different.
    “Sookie, where will you take him?”
    “An underground place,” I said uncertainly. “Hey, maybe Alcide’s parking garage! That’s better than being out in the open.”
    Eric sat up against the headboard. The silk boxers were royal blue. He spread his legs and I could see up the leg hole. Oh, Lord. I had to close my eyes. He laughed.
    “Sit up with your back against my chest, Sookie. That will make you more comfortable.”
    He carefully eased me up against him, my back to his chest, and wrapped his arms around me. It was like leaning against a firm, cool, pillow. His right arm vanished, and I heard a little crunch sound. Then his wrist appeared in front of my face, blood running from the two wounds in his skin.
    “This will cure you of everything,” Eric said.
    I hesitated, then derided myself for my foolish hesitation. I knew that the more of Eric’s blood I had in me, the more he would know me. I knew that it would give him some kind of power over me. I knew that I would be stronger for a long time, and given how old Eric was, I would be very strong. I would heal, and I would feel wonderful. I would be more attractive. This was why vampires were preyed upon by Drainers, humans who worked in teams to capture vamps, chain them with silver, and drain their blood into vials, which sold for varying sums on the black market. Two hundred dollars had been the going price for one vial last year; God knows what Eric’s blood would bring, since he was so old. Proving that provenance would definitely be a problem for the Drainer. Draining was an extremely hazardous occupation, and it was also extremely illegal.
    Eric was giving me a great gift.
    I have never been what you would call squeamish, thank goodness. I closed my mouth over the little wounds, and I sucked.
    Eric moaned, and I could tell quickly that he was once again pleased to be in such close contact. He began to move a little, and there wasn’t a lot I could do about it. His left arm was keeping me firmly clamped against him, and his right arm was, after all, feeding me. It was still hard not to be icked out by the process. But Eric was definitely having a good time, and since with every pull I felt better, it was hard to argue with myself that this was a bad thing to be doing. I tried not to think, and I tried not to move myself in response. I remembered the time I’d taken Bill’s blood because I needed extra strength, and I remembered Bill’s reaction.
    Eric pressed against me even harder, and suddenly he