Dead Until Dark
to do.
“Sis, what’s his game?” Jason said. He was working up a head of steam. “That gal’s a fang-banger from Monroe. I knew her when she liked humans.”
I still had no idea what to do. My hurt was overwhelming, but my pride kept trying to contain it. I had to add a dash of guilt to that emotional stew. I hadn’t been where Bill had expected me to be, and I hadn’t left him a note. Then again—on the other hand (my fifth or sixth)—I’d had a lot of shocks the night before at the command performance in Shreveport; and only my association with him had obliged me to go to that shindig.
My warring impulses held me still. I wanted to pitch myself on her and beat the shit out of her, but I hadn’t been brought up to brawl in barrooms. (I also wanted to beat the shit out of Bill, but I might as well go bang my head on the wall for the all the damage it would do him.) Then, too, I wanted to burst into tears because my feelings were hurt—but that would be weak. The best option was not to show anything because Jason was ready to launch into Bill, and all it needed was some action from me to squeeze his trigger.
Too much conflict on top of too much alcohol.
While I was enumerating all these options, Bill had approached, wending his way through the tables, with the woman in tow. I noticed the room was quieter. Instead of watching, I was being watched.
I could feel my eyes well with tears while my hands fisted. Great. The worst of both responses.
“Sookie,” Bill said, “this is what Eric dropped off at my doorstep.”
I could hardly understand what he was saying.
“So?” I said furiously. I looked right into the girl’s eyes. They were big and dark and excited. I kept my own lids wide apart, knowing if I blinked the tears would flow.
“As a reward,” Bill said. I couldn’t understand how he felt about this.
“Free beverage ?” I said, and couldn’t believe how venomous my voice sounded.
Jason put his hand on my shoulder. “Steady, girl,” he said, his voice as low and mean as mine. “He ain’t worth it.”
I didn’t know what Bill wasn’t worth, but I was about to find out. It was almost exhilarating to have no idea what I was about to do, after a lifetime of control.
Bill was regarding me with sharp attention. Under the flourescents over the bar, he looked remarkably white. He hadn’t fed from her. And his fangs were retracted.
“Come outside and talk,” he said.
“With her?” I was almost growling.
“No,” he said. “With me. I have to send her back.”
The distaste in his voice influenced me, and I followed Bill outside, keeping my head up and not meeting any eyes. He kept ahold of the girl’s arm, and she was practically walking on her toes to keep up. I didn’t know Jason was coming with us until I turned to see him behind me as we passed into the parking lot. Outside, people were coming and going, but it was marginally better than the crowded bar.
“Hi,” the girl said chattily. “My name’s Desiree. I think I’ve met you before, Jason.”
“What are you doing here, Desiree?” Jason asked, his voice quiet. You could almost believe he was calm.
“Eric sent me over here to Bon Temps as a reward for Bill,” she said coyly, looking at Bill from the corners of her eyes. “But he seems less than thrilled. I don’t know why. I’m practically a special vintage.”
“Eric?” Jason asked me.
“A vampire from Shreveport. Bar owner. Head honcho.”
“He left her on my doorstep,” Bill told me. “I didn’t ask for her.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Send her back,” he said impatiently. “You and I have to talk.”
I gulped. I felt my fingers uncurl.
“She needs a ride back to Monroe?” Jason asked.
Bill looked surprised. “Yes. Are you offering? I need to talk to your sister.”
“Sure,” Jason said, all geniality. I was instantly suspicious.
“I can’t believe you’re refusing me,” Desiree said, looking up at Bill and pouting. “No one has ever turned me down before.”
“Of course I am grateful, and I’m sure you are, as you put it, a special vintage,” Bill said politely. “But I have my own wine cellar.”
Little Desiree stared at him blankly for a second before comprehension slowly lit her brown eyes. “This woman yours?” she asked, jerking her head at me.
“She is.”
Jason shifted nervously at Bill’s flat statement.
Desiree gave me a good looking over. “She’s got funny eyes,” she finally
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