I tried to imagine Jason's face when I told him that I expected him to support me for the rest of my life because I was a woman and shouldn't work outside the home. "Oh, for goodness sake, Eric." I looked up at him, scowling. "Jason's got his own problems." Like being chronically selfish and a true tomcat.
I eased the pan of water to the side and patted Eric dry with a dishtowel. This vampire now had clean feet. Rather stiffly, I stood. My back hurt. My feet hurt. "Listen, I think what I better do is call Pam. She'll probably know what's going on with you."
"Pam?"
It was like being around a particularly irritating two-year-old.
"Your second-in-command."
He was going to ask another question, I could just tell. I held up a hand. "Just hold on. Let me call her and find out what's happening."
"But what if she has turned against me?"
"Then we need to know that, too. The sooner the better."
I put my hand on the old phone that hung on the kitchen wall right by the end of the counter. A high stool sat below it. My grandmother had always sat on the stool to conduct her lengthy phone conversations, with a pad and pencil handy. I missed her every day. But at the moment I had no room in my emotional palette for grief, or even nostalgia. I looked in my little address book for the number of Fangtasia, the vampire bar in Shreveport that provided Eric's principal income and served as the base of his operations, which I understood were far wider in scope. I didn't know how wide or what these other moneymaking projects were, and I didn't especially want to know.
I'd seen in the Shreveport paper that Fangtasia, too, had planned a big bash for the evening - "Begin Your New Year with a Bite" - so I knew someone would be there. While the phone was ringing, I swung open the refrigerator and got out a bottle of blood for Eric. I popped it in the microwave and set the timer. He followed my every move with anxious eyes.
"Fangtasia," said an accented male voice.
"Chow?"
"Yes, how may I serve you?" He'd remembered his phone persona of sexy vampire just in the nick of time.
"It's Sookie."
"Oh," he said in a much more natural voice. "Listen, Happy New Year, Sook, but we're kind of busy here."
"Looking for someone?"
There was a long, charged silence.
"Wait a minute," he said, and then I heard nothing.
"Pam," said Pam. She'd picked up the receiver so silently that I jumped when I heard her voice.
"Do you still have a master?" I didn't know how much I could say over the phone. I wanted to know if she'd been the one who'd put Eric in this state, or if she still owed him loyalty.
"I do," she said steadily, understanding what I wanted to know. "We are under... we have some problems."
I mulled that over until I was sure I'd read between the lines. Pam was telling me that she still owed Eric her allegiance, and that Eric's group of followers was under some kind of attack or in some kind of crisis.
I said, "He's here." Pam appreciated brevity.
"Is he alive?"
"Yep."
"Damaged?"
"Mentally."
A long pause, this time.
"Will he be a danger to you?"
Not that Pam cared a whole hell of a lot if Eric decided to drain me dry, but I guess she wondered if I would shelter Eric. "I don't think so at the moment," I said. "It seems to be a matter of memory."