“Eric?” the lovely vampire said. She seemed startled. “He’s good to work for, but I’m not a lover of men.”
I glanced over at my tables, not only checking to see if anyone urgently needed a drink, but to see who’d picked up on that line of dialogue. Hoyt’s tongue was practically hanging out, and Catfish looked as though he’d been caught in the headlights. Dago was happily shocked. “So, Felicia, how’d you end up in Shreveport, if you don’t mind me asking?” I turned my attention back to the new vamp.
“Oh, my friend Indira asked me to come. She said servitude with Eric is not so bad.” Felicia shrugged, to show how “not so bad” it was. “He doesn’t demand sexual services if the woman is not so inclined, and he asks in return only a few hours in the bar and special chores from time to time.”
“So he has a reputation as a good boss?”
“Oh, yes.” Felicia looked almost surprised. “He’s no softie, of course.”
Softie was not a word you could use in the same sentence as Eric.
“And you can’t cross him. He doesn’t forgive that,” she continued thoughtfully. “But as long as you fulfill your obligations to him, he’ll do the same for you.”
I nodded. That more or less fit with my impression of Eric, and I knew Eric very well in some respects . . . though not at all in others.
“This will be much better than Arkansas,” Felicia said.
“Why’d you leave Arkansas?” I asked, because I just couldn’t help it. Felicia was the simplest vampire I’d ever met.
“Peter Threadgill,” she said. “The king. He just married your queen.”
Sophie-Anne Leclerq of Louisiana was by no means my queen, but out of curiosity, I wanted to continue the conversation.
“What’s so wrong with Peter Threadgill?”
That was a poser for Felicia. She mulled it over. “He holds grudges,” she said, frowning. “He’s never pleased with what he has. It’s not enough that he’s the oldest, strongest vampire in the state. Once he became king—and he’d schemed for years to work his way up to it—he still wasn’t content. There was something wrong with the state, you see?”
“Like, ‘Any state that would have me for a king isn’t a good state to be king of ’?”
“Exactly,” Felicia said, as if I were very clever to think of such a phrase. “He negotiated with Louisiana for months and months, and even Jade Flower got tired of hearing about the queen. Then she finally agreed to the alliance. After a week of celebrating, the king grew sullen again. Suddenly, that wasn’t good enough. She had to love him. She had to give up everything for him.” Felicia shook her head at the vagaries of royalty.
“So it wasn’t a love match?”
“That’s the last thing vampire kings and queens marry for,” Felicia said. “Now he is having his visit with the queen in New Orleans, and I’m glad I’m at the other end of the state.”
I didn’t grasp the concept of a married couple visiting, but I was sure that sooner or later I’d understand.
I would have been interested in hearing more, but it was time for me to get back to my section and work. “Thanks for visiting, Felicia, and don’t worry about a thing. I’m glad you’re working for Eric,” I said.
Felicia smiled at me, a dazzling and toothy experience. “I’m glad you don’t plan on killing me,” she said.
I smiled back at her, a bit hesitantly.
“I assure you, now that I know who you are, you won’t get a chance to creep up on me,” Felicia continued. Suddenly, the true vampire looked out from Felicia’s eyes, and I shivered. It could be fatal to underestimate Felicia. Smart, no. Savage, yes.
“I don’t plan on creeping up on anyone, much less a vampire,” I said.
She gave me a sharp nod, and then she glided out the door as suddenly as she’d come in.
“What was all that about?” Arlene asked me, when we happened to be at the bar waiting for orders at the same time. I noticed Sam was listening, as well.
I shrugged. “She’s working at Fangtasia, in Shreveport, and she just wanted to make my acquaintance.”
Arlene stared at me. “They got to check in with you, now? Sookie, you need to shun the dead and involve yourself more with the living.”
I stared right back. “Where’d you get an idea like that?”
“You act like I can’t think for myself.”
Arlene had never worked out a thought like that in her life. Arlene’s