“You’re not talking,” he said, after a man of forty had left, his eyes actually tearing up at Bill’s rejection.
“There’s nothing for me to say,” I replied, with great self-control.
“You could have sent them on their way. Do you want me to leave you? Is there someone else here who catches your fancy? Long Shadow, there at the bar, would love to spend time with you, I can tell.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, no!” I wouldn’t have felt safe with any of the other vampires in the bar, would have been terrified they were like Liam or Diane. Bill had turned his dark eyes to me and seemed to be waiting for me to say something else. “I do have to ask them if they’ve seen Dawn and Maudette in here, though.”
“Do you want me with you?”
“Please,” I said, and sounded more frightened than I’d wanted to. I’d meant to ask like it would be a casual pleasure to have his company.
“The vampire over there is handsome; he has scanned you twice,” he said. I almost wondered if he was doing a little tongue biting himself.
“You’re teasing me,” I said uncertainly after a moment.
The vampire he’d indicated was handsome, in fact, radiant; blond and blue-eyed, tall and broad shouldered. He was wearing boots, jeans, and a vest. Period. Kind of like the guys on the cover of romance books. He scared me to death.
“His name is Eric,” said Bill.
“How old is he?”
“Very. He’s the oldest thing in this bar.”
“Is he mean?”
“We’re all mean, Sookie. We’re all very strong and very violent.”
“Not you,” I said. I saw his face close in on itself. “You want to live mainstream. You’re not gonna do antisocial stuff.”
“Just when I think you’re too naive to walk around alone, you say something shrewd,” he said, with a short laugh. “All right, we’ll go talk to Eric.”
Eric, who, it was true, had glanced my way once or twice, was sitting with a female vampire who was just as lovely as he. They’d already repelled several advances by humans. In fact, one lovelorn young man had already crawled across the floor and kissed the female’s boot. She’d stared down at him and kicked him in the shoulder. You could tell it had been an effort for her not to kick him in the face. Tourists flinched, and a couple got up and left hurriedly, but the fang-bangers seemed to take this scene for granted.
At our approach, Eric looked up and scowled until he realized who the intruders were.
“Bill,” he said, nodding. Vampires didn’t seem to shake hands.
Instead of walking right up to the table, Bill stood a careful distance away, and since he was gripping my arm above my elbow, I had to stop, too. This seemed to be the courteous distance with this set.
“Who’s your friend?” asked the female. Though Eric had a slight accent, this woman talked pure American, and her round face and sweet features would have done credit to a milkmaid. She smiled, and her fangs ran out, kind of ruining the image.
“Hi, I’m Sookie Stackhouse,” I said politely.
“Aren’t you sweet,” Eric observed, and I hoped he was thinking of my character.
“Not especially,” I said.
Eric stared at me in surprise for a moment. Then he laughed, and the female did, too.
“Sookie, this is Pam and I am Eric,” the blond vampire said. Bill and Pam gave each other the vampire nod.
There was a pause. I would have spoken, but Bill squeezed my arm.
“My friend Sookie would like to ask a couple of questions,” Bill said.
The seated vampires exchanged bored glances.
Pam said, “Like how long are our fangs, and what kind of coffin do we sleep in?” Her voice was laced with contempt, and you could tell those were tourist questions that she hated.
“No, ma’am,” I said. I hoped Bill wouldn’t pinch my arm off. I thought I was being calm and courteous.
She stared at me with amazement.
What the hell was so startling? I was getting a little tired of this. Before Bill could give me any more painful hints, I opened my purse and took out the pictures. “I’d like to know if you’ve seen either of these women in this bar.” I wasn’t getting Jason’s picture out in front of this female. It would’ve been like putting a bowl of milk in front of a cat.
They looked at the pictures. Bill’s face was blank. Eric looked up. “I have been with this one,” he said coolly,