Club Dead

said, “Ohhhhh,” and relaxed all over. I felt wetness against my back, and I took one deep, last draw. Eric groaned again, a deep and guttural sound, and his mouth trailed down the side of my neck.
    “Don’t bite me,” I said. I was holding on to the remnants of my sanity with difficulty. What had excited me, I told myself, was my memory of Bill; his reaction when I’d bitten him, his intense arousal. Eric just happened to be here. I couldn’t have sex with a vampire, especially Eric, just because I found him attractive—not when there would be such dire consequences. I was just too strung out to enumerate those consequences to myself. I was an adult, I told myself sternly; true adults don’t have sex just because the other person is skilled and pretty.
    Eric’s fangs scraped my shoulder.
    I launched myself out of that bed like a rocket. Intending to locate a bathroom, I flung open the door to find the short brunette vampire, the one with the curly hair, standing just outside, his left arm draped with clothes, his right raised to knock.
    “Well, look at you,” he said, smiling. And he certainly was looking. He burned his candle at both ends, apparently.
    “You needed to talk to me?” I leaned against the door frame, doing my best to look wan and frail.
    “Yes, after we cut your beautiful dress off, Russell figured you’d need some clothes. I happened to have these in my closet, and since we’re the same height . . .”
    “Oh,” I said faintly. I’d never shared clothes with a guy. “Well, thank you so much. This is very kind of you.” And it was. He’d brought some sweats (powder blue) and socks, and a silk bathrobe, and even some fresh panties. I didn’t want to think about that too closely.
    “You seem better,” the small man said. His eyes were admiring, but not in any real personal way. Maybe I’d overestimated my charms.
    “I am very shaky,” I said quietly. “I was up because I was on my way to the bathroom.”
    Curly’s brown eyes flared, and I could tell he was looking at Eric over my shoulder. This view definitely was more to his taste, and his smile became frankly inviting. “Leif, would you like to share my coffin today?” he asked, practically batting his eyelashes.
    I didn’t dare turn to look at Eric. There was a patch on my back that was still wet. I was suddenly disgusted with myself. I’d had thoughts about Alcide, and more than had thoughts about Eric. I was not pleased with my moral fiber. It was no excuse that I knew Bill had been unfaithful to me, or at least it wasn’t much of an excuse. It was probably also not an excuse that being with Bill had accustomed me to regular, spectacular sex. Or not much of an excuse.
    It was time to pull my moral socks up and behave myself. Just deciding that made me feel better.
    “I have to run an errand for Sookie,” Eric was telling the curly-haired vamp. “I am not sure I’ll return before daybreak, but if I do, you can be sure I’ll seek you out.” Eric was flirting back. While all this repartee was flying around me, I pulled on the silk robe, which was black and pink and white, all flowers. It was really outstanding. Curly spared me a glance, and seemed more interested than he had when I’d just appeared in my undies.
    “Yum,” he said simply.
    “Again, thanks,” I said. “Could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?”
    He pointed down the hall to a half-open door.
    “Excuse me,” I said to both of them, and reminded myself to walk slowly and carefully, as if I was still in pain, as I made my way down the hall. Past the bathroom, by maybe two doors, I could see the head of the staircase. Okay, I knew the way out now. That was actually a comfort.
    The bathroom was just a regular old bathroom. It was full of the stuff that usually clutters bathrooms: hair dryers, hot curlers, deodorant, shampoo, styling gel. Some makeup. Brushes and combs and razors.
    Though the counter was clean and orderly, it was apparent several people shared the room. I was willing to bet Russell Edgington’s personal bathroom looked nothing like this one. I found some bobby pins and secured my hair on top of my head, and I took the quickest shower on record. Since my hair had just been washed that morning, which now seemed years ago and took forever to dry besides, I was glad to skip it in favor of scrubbing my skin vigorously with the scented soap in the built-in dish. There were clean towels in the closet, which was a relief.
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