Dead in the Family

voice. Wait, wait! Until you hear my cell phone! Okay?”
    Jason flipped the phone shut. “That was Michele,” he said. “Alexei was just at my house looking for me. She went to the door, but when she saw he was a deader, she didn’t ask him in. He told her he wants to warm himself in my life, whatever that means. He’d tracked me there from your house by my smell.” Jason looked self-conscious, as if he were afraid he’d forgotten to put on deodorant.
    “Did the older one come after him?” I asked. I leaned against a handy wall. I was beginning to feel really ragged.
    “Yeah, within a minute.”
    “What did Michele tell them?”
    “She told ’em to go back to your house. She figured if they were vamps, they were some problem of yours.” That was Michele, all right.
     
     
     
    My cell was out in Jason’s truck. I used his to call my house. Claude answered. “What are you doing there?” I said.
    “We’re closed on Monday,” he said. “Why’d you call if you didn’t want me to answer?”
    “Claude, there is a very bad vamp headed to the house. And he can come in, he’s been there before,” I said. “You gotta get out. Get in your car and get out. ”
    Alexei’s psychotic break plus Claude’s fairy allure to vampires: This was a deadly combination. The night, apparently, was still not over. I wondered if it ever would be. For an awful moment, I looked into an endless nightmare of wandering from crisis to crisis, always one step behind.
    “Give me your keys, Jason,” I said. “You’re in no shape to drive after your blood donation, and Eric’s still healing. I don’t want to drive his car.” My brother fished his keys from his pocket and tossed them to me, and I was grateful for someone who didn’t argue.
    “I’m coming,” Eric said, and pushed to his feet once more. Pam had shut her eyes, but they flew open as she realized we were leaving.
    “All right,” I said, since I would take any help I could get. Even a weak Eric was stronger than almost anything. I told Jason about the cleanup crew that was coming, and then we were out the door and into the truck with Pam still protesting that if we loaded her in she would heal along the way.
    I drove, and I drove fast. There was no point in asking if Eric could fly so he could get there faster, because I knew he couldn’t. Eric and I didn’t talk along the way. We had either too much to say, or not enough. When we were about four minutes away from the house, Eric doubled over with pain. It wasn’t his. I got a backwash of it from him. Something big had happened. We were rocketing down the driveway to my house less than forty-five minutes after we’d left Shreveport, which was pretty damn good.
    The security light in my front yard illuminated a strange scene. A pale-haired fairy I’d never seen before was standing back-to-back with Claude. The one I didn’t know had a long, thin sword. Claude had two of my longest kitchen knives, one in each hand. Alexei, who appeared to be unarmed, was circling them like a small white killing machine. He was naked and covered in splotches, which were all shades of red. Ocella was lying sprawled on the gravel. His head was covered in dark blood. That seemed to be the theme of the night.
    We skidded to a stop and scrambled out of Jason’s truck. Alexei smiled, so he knew we were there, but he didn’t stop his circling. “You didn’t bring Jason,” he called. “I wanted to see him.”
    “He had to give Pam a lot of blood to keep her from dying,” I said. “He was too weak.”
    “He should have let her pass away,” Alexei called, and darted under the sword to give the unknown fairy a hard fist to the stomach. Though Alexei had a knife, he seemed to be feeling playful. The fairy swung the sword faster than I could follow with my eyes, and it nicked Alexei, adding another rivulet to the blood already coursing down his chest.
    “Can you please stop?” I asked. I staggered, because I seemed to have run out of steam. Eric put his arm around me.
    “No,” Alexei said in his high boy’s voice. “Eric’s love for you is pouring through our bond, Sookie, but I can’t stop. This is the best I’ve felt in decades.” He did feel wonderful; I could feel that coming through the bond. Though the drugs had temporarily deadened it, now I was feeling nuances, and there was such a contradictory bundle of them that it was like standing in a wind that kept changing directions.
    Eric was trying to