Definitely Dead

some respects . . . though not at all in others.
    “This will be much better than Arkansas,” Felicia said.
    “Why’d you leave Arkansas?” I asked, because I just couldn’t help it. Felicia was the simplest vampire I’d ever met.
    “Peter Threadgill,” she said. “The king. He just married your queen.”
    Sophie-Anne Leclerq of Louisiana was by no means my queen, but out of curiosity, I wanted to continue the conversation.
    “What’s so wrong with Peter Threadgill?”
    That was a poser for Felicia. She mulled it over. “He holds grudges,” she said, frowning. “He’s never pleased with what he has. It’s not enough that he’s the oldest, strongest vampire in the state. Once he became king—and he’d schemed for years to work his way up to it—he still wasn’t content. There was something wrong with the state, you see?”
    “Like, ‘Any state that would have me for a king isn’t a good state to be king of ’?”
    “Exactly,” Felicia said, as if I were very clever to think of such a phrase. “He negotiated with Louisiana for months and months, and even Jade Flower got tired of hearing about the queen. Then she finally agreed to the alliance. After a week of celebrating, the king grew sullen again. Suddenly, that wasn’t good enough. She had to love him. She had to give up everything for him.” Felicia shook her head at the vagaries of royalty.
    “So it wasn’t a love match?”
    “That’s the last thing vampire kings and queens marry for,” Felicia said. “Now he is having his visit with the queen in New Orleans, and I’m glad I’m at the other end of the state.”
    I didn’t grasp the concept of a married couple visiting, but I was sure that sooner or later I’d understand.
    I would have been interested in hearing more, but it was time for me to get back to my section and work. “Thanks for visiting, Felicia, and don’t worry about a thing. I’m glad you’re working for Eric,” I said.
    Felicia smiled at me, a dazzling and toothy experience. “I’m glad you don’t plan on killing me,” she said.
    I smiled back at her, a bit hesitantly.
    “I assure you, now that I know who you are, you won’t get a chance to creep up on me,” Felicia continued. Suddenly, the true vampire looked out from Felicia’s eyes, and I shivered. It could be fatal to underestimate Felicia. Smart, no. Savage, yes.
    “I don’t plan on creeping up on anyone, much less a vampire,” I said.
    She gave me a sharp nod, and then she glided out the door as suddenly as she’d come in.
    “What was all that about?” Arlene asked me, when we happened to be at the bar waiting for orders at the same time. I noticed Sam was listening, as well.
    I shrugged. “She’s working at Fangtasia, in Shreveport, and she just wanted to make my acquaintance.”
    Arlene stared at me. “They got to check in with you, now? Sookie, you need to shun the dead and involve yourself more with the living.”
    I stared right back. “Where’d you get an idea like that?”
    “You act like I can’t think for myself.”
    Arlene had never worked out a thought like that in her life. Arlene’s middle name was tolerance , mostly because she was too easygoing to take a moral stance.
    “Well, I’m surprised,” I said, sharply aware of how harshly I’d just evaluated someone I’d always looked on as a friend.
    “Well, I been going to church with Rafe Prudhomme.”
    I liked Rafe Prudhomme, a very quiet man in his forties who worked for Pelican State Title Company. But I’d never had the chance to get to know him well, never listened in to his thoughts. Maybe that had been a mistake. “What kind of church does he go to?” I said.
    “He’s been attending that Fellowship of the Sun, that new church.”
    My heart sank, almost literally. I didn’t bother to point out that the Fellowship was a collection of bigots who were bound together by hatred and fear. “It’s not really a church, you know. There’s a branch of the Fellowship close to here?”
    “Minden.” Arlene looked away, the very picture of guilt. “I knew you wouldn’t like that. But I saw the Catholic priest, Father Riordan, there. So even the ordained people think it’s okay. We’ve been the past two Sunday evenings.”
    “And you believe that stuff?”
    But one of Arlene’s customers yelled for her, and she was definitely glad to walk away.
    My eyes met Sam’s, and we looked equally troubled. The Fellowship of the Sun was an antivampire,