Living Dead in Dallas

I’d been a child, something had happened to me, something that I could neither prevent nor control, something incredibly vile. I wouldalmost rather die than be subjected to abuse like that again. That was why I’d fought so hard against Gabe and been so relieved when Godfrey had killed him.
    “You trust me?” Eric sounded surprised.
    “Yes.”
    “That’s . . . crazy, Sookie.”
    “I don’t think so.” Where that surety had come from, I didn’t know, but it was there. I pulled on a thigh-length heavy sweater I had brought out with me.
    Shaking his blond head, his trench coat drawn close around him, Eric opened the door to his red Corvette. I would be arriving at the orgy in style.
    I gave Eric directions to Mimosa Lake, and I filled him in as much as I could on the background of this series of events as we drove (flew) down the narrow two-lane. Eric drove with great zest and élan—and the recklessness of someone extremely hard to kill.
    “Remember, I’m mortal,” I said, after going around a curve at a speed that made me wish my fingernails were long enough to bite.
    “I think about that often,” Eric said, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him.
    I didn’t know what to make of that, so I let my mind drift to relaxing things. Bill’s hot tub. The nice check I would get from Eric when the check from the Dallas vampires cleared. The fact that Jason had dated the same woman several months in a row, which might mean he was serious about her, or might mean he’d run through all the available women (and a few who shouldn’t have been) in Renard Parish. That it was a beautiful, cool night and I was riding in a wonderful car.
    “You are happy,” Eric said.
    “Yes. I am.”
    “You will be safe.”
    “Thanks. I know I will.”
    I pointed to the little sign marked FOWLER thatindicated a driveway almost hidden by a stand of myrtle and hawthorn. We turned down a short, rutted gravel driveway lined with trees. It canted sharply downhill. Eric frowned as the Corvette lurched along the deep ruts. By the time the drive leveled out into the clearing where the cabin stood, the slope was enough to render the roof a little below the height of the road around the lake. There were four cars parked on the beaten dirt in front of the cabin. The windows were open to admit the sharp cool of the evening, but the shades were drawn. I could hear voices drifting out, though I couldn’t make out words. I was suddenly, deeply reluctant to enter Jan Fowler’s cabin.
    “I could be bisexual?” Eric asked. It didn’t seem to bother him; he seemed, if anything, amused. We stood by Eric’s car, facing each other, my hands stuffed in the sweater pockets.
    “Okay.” I shrugged. Who cared? This was make believe. I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Someone was watching us through a partially raised shade. “We’re being watched.”
    “Then I’ll act friendly.”
    We were out of the car by that time. Eric bent, and without yanking me to him, set his mouth on mine. He didn’t grab me, so I felt fairly relaxed. I’d known that at the very minimum I’d have to kiss other people. So I set my mind to it.
    Maybe I had natural talent, which had been nurtured by a great teacher. Bill had pronounced me an excellent kisser, and I wanted to do him proud.
    Judging from the state of Eric’s Lycra, I succeeded.
    “Ready to go in?” I asked, doing my best to keep my eyes above his chest.
    “Not really,” Eric said. “But I suppose we have to. At least I look in the mood.”
    Though it was dismaying to think that this was the second time I had kissed Eric and that I had enjoyed itmore than I should, I could feel a smile twitch the corners of my mouth as we crossed the bumpy ground of the clearing. We went up the steps to a large wooden deck, strewn with the usual aluminum folding chairs and a large gas grill. The screen door screeched as Eric pulled it open, and I knocked lightly on the inner door. “Who is it?” Jan’s voice said.
    “It’s Sookie and a friend,” I answered.
    “Oh, goodie! Come on in!” she called.
    When I pushed open the door, all the faces in the room were turned toward us. The welcoming smiles turned to startled looks as Eric came in behind me.
    Eric stepped to my side, his coat over his arm, and I almost hooted at the variety of expressions. After the shock of realizing Eric was vampire, which everyone in the room did after a minute or so, eyes flickered up and down the length of