anyone?” I said, exasperated at my brother’s slow wits. “It could be anyone, anyone we know. I don’t think it was Bill. I don’t think Bill killed Maudette and Dawn. And I do think whoever killed Maudette and Dawn killed Grandmother.”
“Did you know,” Jason said, his voice too loud, “that Grandmother left you this house all by yourself?”
It was like he’d thrown a bucket of cold water in my face. I saw Sam wince, too. Bill’s eyes got darker and chillier.
“No. I just always assumed you and I would share like we did on the other one.” Our parents’ house, the one Jason lived in now.
“She left you all the land, too.”
“Why are you saying this?” I was going to cry again, just when I’d been sure I was dry of tears now.
“She wasn’t fair!” he was yelling. “It wasn’t fair, and now she can’t set it right!”
I began to shake. Bill pulled me out of the chair and began walking with me up and down the yard. Sam sat in front of Jason and began talking to him earnestly, his voice low and intense.
Bill’s arm was around me, but I couldn’t stop shaking.
“Did he mean that?” I asked, not expecting Bill to answer.
“No,” he said. I looked up, surprised.
“No, he couldn’t help your grandmother, and he couldn’t handle the idea of someone lying in wait for you and killing her instead. So he had to get angry about something. And instead of getting angry with you for not getting killed, he’s angry about things. I wouldn’t let it worry me.”
“I think it’s pretty amazing that you’re saying this,” I told him bluntly.
“Oh, I took some night school courses in psychology,” said Bill Compton, vampire.
And, I couldn’t help thinking, hunters always study their prey. “Why would Gran leave me all this, and not Jason?”
“Maybe you’ll find out later,” he said, and that seemed fine to me.
Then Andy Bellefleur came out of the house and stood on the steps, looking up at the sky as if there were clues written on it.
“Compton,” he called sharply.
“No,” I said, and my voice came out as a growl.
I could feel Bill look down at me with the slight surprise that was a big reaction, coming from him.
“Now it’s gonna happen,” I said furiously.
“You were protecting me,” he said. “You thought the police would suspect me of killing those two women. That’s why you wanted to be sure they were accessible to other vampires. Now you think this Bellefleur will try to blame your grandmother’s death on me.”
“Yes.”
He took a deep breath. We were in the dark, by the trees that lined the yard. Andy bellowed Bill’s name again.
“Sookie,” Bill said gently, “I am sure you were the intended victim, as sure as you are.”
It was kind of a shock to hear someone else say it.
“And I didn’t kill them. So if the killer was the same as their killer, then I didn’t do it, and he will see that. Even if he is a Bellefleur.”
We began walking back into the light. I wanted none of this to be. I wanted the lights and the people to vanish, all of them, Bill, too. I wanted to be alone in the house with my grandmother, and I wanted her to look happy, as she had the last time I’d seen her.
It was futile and childish, but I could wish it nonetheless. I was lost in that dream, so lost I didn’t see harm coming until it was too late.
My brother, Jason, stepped in front of me and slapped me in the face.
It was so unexpected and so painful that I lost my balance and staggered to the side, landing hard on one knee.
Jason seemed to be coming after me again, but Bill was suddenly in front of me, crouched, and his fangs were out and he was scary as hell. Sam tackled Jason and brought him down, and he may have whacked Jason’s face against the ground once for good measure.
Andy Bellefleur was stunned at this unexpected display of violence. But after a second he stepped in between our two little groups on the lawn. He looked at Bill and swallowed, but he said in a steady voice, “Compton, back off. He won’t hit her again.”
Bill was taking deep breaths, trying to control his hunger for Jason’s blood. I couldn’t read his thoughts, but I could read his body language.
I couldn’t exactly read Sam’s thoughts, but I could tell he was very angry.