Even Sam, not Bill’s biggest fan, managed to put his hands together.
Everyone wanted to have a personal word with Bill afterward except me and Sam. While the reluctant guest speaker was surrounded by Descendants, Sam and I sneaked out to Sam’s pickup. We went to the Crawdad Diner, a real dive that happened to have very good food. I wasn’t hungry, but Sam had key lime pie with his coffee.
“That was interesting,” Sam said cautiously.
“Bill’s speech? Yes,” I said, just as cautiously.
“Do you have feelings for him?”
After all the indirection, Sam had decided to storm the main gate.
“Yes,” I said.
“Sookie,” Sam said, “You have no future with him.”
“On the other hand, he’s been around a while. I expect he’ll be around for a another few hundred years.”
“You never know what’s going to happen to a vampire.”
I couldn’t argue with that. But, as I pointed out to Sam, I couldn’t know what was going to happen to me, a human, either.
We wrangled back and forth like this for too long. Finally, exasperated, I said, “What’s it to you, Sam?”
His ruddy skin flushed. His bright blue eyes met mine. “I like you, Sookie. As friend or maybe something else sometime . . .”
Huh?
“I just hate to see you take a wrong turn.”
I looked at him. I could feel my skeptical face forming, eyebrows drawn together, the corner of my mouth tugging up.
“Sure,” I said, my voice matching my face.
“I’ve always liked you.”
“So much that you had to wait till someone else showed an interest, before you mentioned it to me?”
“I deserve that.” He seemed to be turning something over in his mind, something he wanted to say, but hadn’t the resolution.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t come out with it, apparently.
“Let’s go,” I suggested. It would be hard to turn the conversation back to neutral ground, I figured. I might as well go home.
It was a funny ride back. Sam always seemed on the verge of speaking, and then he’d shake his head and keep silent. I was so aggravated I wanted to swat him.
We got home later than I’d thought. Gran’s light was on, but the rest of the house was dark. I didn’t see her car, so I figured she’d parked in back to unload the leftovers right into the kitchen. The porch light was on for me.
Sam walked around and opened the pickup door, and I stepped down. But in the shadow, my foot missed the running board, and I just sort of tumbled out. Sam caught me. First his hands gripped my arms to steady me, then they just slid around me. And he kissed me.
I assumed it was going to be a little good-night peck, but his mouth just kind of lingered. It was really more than pleasant, but suddenly my inner censor said, “This is the boss.”
I gently disengaged. He was immediately aware that I was backing off, and gently slid his hands down my arms until he was just holding hands with me. We went to the door, not speaking.
“I had a good time,” I said, softly. I didn’t want to wake Gran, and I didn’t want to sound bouncy.
“I did, too. Again sometime?”
“We’ll see,” I said. I really didn’t know how I felt about Sam.
I waited to hear his truck turn around before I switched off the porch light and went into the house. I was unbuttoning my blouse as I walked, tired and ready for bed.
Something was wrong.
I stopped in the middle of the living room. I looked around me.
Everything looked all right, didn’t it?
Yes. Everything was in its proper place.
It was the smell.
It was a sort of penny smell.
A coppery smell, sharp and salty.
The smell of blood.
It was down here with me, not upstairs where the guest bedrooms sat in neat solitude.
“Gran?” I called. I hated the quavering in my voice.
I made myself move, I made myself go to the door of her room. It was pristine. I began switching on lights as I went through the house.
My room was just as I’d left it.
The bathroom was empty.
The washroom was empty.
I switched on the last light. The kitchen was . . .
I screamed, over and over. My hands were fluttering uselessly in the air, trembling more with each scream. I heard a crash behind me, but couldn’t be concerned. Then big hands gripped me and moved me, and a big body was between me and what I’d seen on the kitchen floor. I didn’t recognize Bill, but he picked me up and moved