Dead as a Doornail

think I was going to get a vote on this. I cleared my throat. “Eric,” I said, a little hoarsely, “we need to talk about something.”
    “No. No. No,” he said. With each “no” his lips brushed my skin.
    I was looking past his shoulder at the window. “Eric,” I breathed, “someone’s watching us.”
    “Where?” His posture didn’t change, but Eric had shifted from a mood that was definitely dangerous to me to one that was dangerous for someone else.
    Since the eyes-at-the-window scenario was an eerie echo of the situation the night my house had burned, and that night the skulker had proved to be Bill, I hoped the watcher might be Bill again. Maybe he was jealous, or curious, or just checking up on me. If the trespasser was a human, I could have read his brain and found out who he was, or at least what he intended; but this was a vampire, as the blank hole where the brain pattern should be had informed me.
    “It’s a vampire,” I told Eric in the tiniest whisper I could manage, and he put his arms around me and pulled me into him.
    “You’re so much trouble,” Eric said, and yet he didn’t sound exasperated. He sounded excited. Eric loved the action moments.
    By then, I was sure that the lurker wasn’t Bill, who would have made himself known. And Charles was presumably busy at Merlotte’s, mixing daiquiris. That left one vampire in the area unaccounted for. “Mickey,” I breathed, my fingers gripping Eric’s shirt.
    “Salome moved more quickly than I thought,” Eric saidin a regular voice. “He’s too angry to obey her, I suppose. He’s never been in here, correct?”
    “Correct.” Thank God.
    “Then he can’t come inside.”
    “But he can break the window,” I said as glass shattered to our left. Mickey had thrown a large rock as big as my fist, and to my dismay the rock hit Eric squarely in the head. He went down like a—well, like a rock. He lay without moving. Dark blood welled from a deep cut in his temple. I leaped to my feet, completely stunned at seeing the powerful Eric apparently out cold.
    “Invite me in,” said Mickey, just outside the window. His face, white and angry, shone in the pelting rain. His black hair was plastered to his head.
    “Of course not,” I said, kneeling beside Eric, who blinked, to my relief. Not that he could be dead, of course, but still, when you see someone take a blow like that, vampire or not, it’s just plain terrifying. Eric had fallen in front of the armchair, which had its back to the window, so Mickey couldn’t see him.
    But now I could see what Mickey was holding by one hand: Tara. She was almost as pale as he was, and she’d been beaten to a pulp. Blood was running out of the corner of her mouth. The lean vampire had a merciless grip on her arm. “I’ll kill her if you don’t let me in,” he said, and to prove his point, he put both hands around her neck and began to squeeze. A clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning lit up Tara’s desperate face as she clawed weakly at his arms. He smiled, fangs completely exposed.
    If I let him in, he’d kill all of us. If I left him out there, I would have to watch him kill Tara. I felt Eric’s hands take hold of my arm. “Do it,” I said, not moving my gaze from Mickey. Eric bit, and it hurt like hell. He wasn’t finessing this at all. He was desperate to heal in a hurry.
    I’d just have to swallow the pain. I tried hard to keep my face still, but then I realized I had a great reason to look upset. “Let her go!” I yelled at Mickey, trying to buy a few seconds. I wondered if any of the neighbors were up, if they could hear the ruckus, and I prayed they wouldn’t come searching to find out what was going on. I was even afraid for the police, if they came. We didn’t have any vampire cops to handle vampire lawbreakers, like the cities did.
    “I’ll let her go when you let me in,” Mickey yelled. He looked like a demon out there in the rain. “How’s your tame vamp doing?”
    “He’s still out,” I lied. “You hurt him bad.” It didn’t take any effort at all to make my voice crack as if I were on the verge of tears. “I can see his skull,” I wailed, looking down at Eric to see that he was still feeding as greedily as a hungry baby. His head was mending as I watched. I’d seen vamps heal before, but it was still amazing. “He can’t even open his eyes,” I added in a heartbroken way, and just then Eric’s blue eyes blazed up at me. I didn’t know if he