All Together Dead (Sookie Stackhouse #7)(55)
Author: Charlaine Harris

"Eric," I said, but I couldn’t finish the sentence because I couldn’t think of what to say next. I had to concentrate on the speed with which my feet were moving. We were dancing so fast I felt like I was flying. Suddenly Eric dropped my hand to grip my waist, and as we turned, he swung me up, and then I was really flying, with a little help from a Viking. I laughed like a loon, my hair billowing out around my head, and then he let me go and caught me, just inches away from the floor, and then he did it again and again, until at last I was standing on the floor and the music was over.

"Thank you," I said, knowing I must look like I’d been standing in a high gale. "Excuse me while I go to the ladies’ room."

I scooted off through the crowd, trying not to grin like an idiot. I should be with – oh, yeah – my boyfriend. Instead of dancing with another guy until I felt tingly with happiness. And it didn’t do any good, excusing myself on account of our blood tie.

Sophie-Anne and Andre had stopped dancing, and they were standing with a group of other vampires. She couldn’t need me, then, since there were no humans for me to "listen" to. I spotted Carla dancing with Gervaise, and they seemed happy enough. Carla was getting lots of admiring looks from other vampires, and that would make Gervaise swell with pride. Having his fellow vampires craving what he was already getting was sweet.

I knew how Gervaise felt.

I stopped in my tracks.

Had I…I wasn’t really reading his mind, was I? No, I couldn’t. The only times I’d caught a fragment of vampire thought prior to tonight, that fragment had felt cold and snaky.

But I knew how Gervaise felt, for sure, just as I’d read Henrik’s thoughts. Was it just my knowledge of men and their reactions or my knowledge of vampires, or could I really follow vampire emotions better since I’d had Eric’s blood for a third time? Or had my skill, or my talent, or my curse – whatever I called it – broadened to include vampires since I was closer to being one myself?

No. No, no, no. I felt like myself. I felt human. I felt warm. I was breathing. I had to use the bathroom. I was hungry, too. I thought about old Mrs. Bellefleur’s famous chocolate cake. My mouth watered. Yep, human.

Okay, then, this new affinity for vamps would fade, like my extra strength would fade, in time. I’d had two drinks from Bill, I thought; maybe more. And three from Eric. And every time I’d had their blood, two or three months had seen the waning of the strength and acuity I’d gained from the intake. So that would happen this time, too, right? I shook myself briskly. Sure, it would.

Jake Purifoy was leaning against the wall, watching the couples dance. I’d glimpsed him earlier steering a young vampire woman around the floor, and she’d been laughing. So it wasn’t all melancholy for Jake, and I was glad.

"Hey," I said.

"Sookie, that was quite some action at the trial."

"Yeah, it was scary."

"Where’d that guy come from?"

"Rogue, I guess. Eric’s got me looking at archery ranges tomorrow to track him down, try to find out who hired him."

"Good. That was a close call for you. I’m sorry," he said awkwardly. "I know you must have been frightened."

I’d really been too worried about Quinn to think about the arrow being aimed at me. "I guess I was. You have a good time, now."

"Something’s got to make up for not being able to change anymore," Jake said.

"I didn’t know you’d tried." I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

"Over and over," he said. We looked at each other for a long, long moment. "Well, I’m off to find another partner," he told me, and headed purposefully in the direction of a vampire who’d come with Stan Davis’s group from Texas. She looked glad to see him coming.

By that time I was ducking into the ladies’ room, which was small, of course; most of the females at the Pyramid of Gizeh wouldn’t need to use such a facility, except to comb their hair. There was an attendant, a nicety I’d never seen before though I’d read about it in books. I was supposed to tip her. I still had my little evening purse with my room key in it, and I was relieved to recall I’d slipped a few dollars in there, along with some tissues and breath mints and a tiny brush. I nodded to the attendant, a squatty, dark-skinned woman with an unhappy face.

I took care of business in the nice clean stall and then emerged to wash my hands and to try to smooth out my hair. The attendant, wearing a name tag that read "Lena," turned on the water for me, which kind of weirded me out. I mean, I can turn a faucet. But I washed my hands and used the towel she extended to me, figuring this was the routine and I shouldn’t act ignorant. I dropped two dollars in the tip bowl, and she tried to smile at me, but she looked too unhappy to manage it. She must be having a bad night.

"Thanks," I said, and turned to leave. I don’t know why, but I glanced into the mirror on the inside of the door before I pulled on the handle. There Lena was, staring a hole into my back. She’d looked so unhappy because she’d been having to suppress how much she loathed me.

That’s always a bad feeling, when you know someone hates you; especially when it’s for no good reason. But her problems were not mine, and if she didn’t want to turn on the faucet for women who dated vampires, she could find another job. I didn’t want her damn faucet-turning-on, anyway, by God.

So I forged my way through the crowd, checking with the queen to see if she had any humans around who needed scanning (no), checking to see if I could find a Were or shifter to give me an update on Quinn (no).

By a stroke of luck, I did find the weather witch, the male witch I’d spotted earlier. I confess it made me a little proud to find my conjecture had actually been right. His being here tonight was his reward for good service, though I couldn’t detect who his patron was. The weather witch had a drink in his hand and a middle-aged woman on his arm. Mrs. Witch, I discovered with another quick dip into his mental pool. He was hoping she hadn’t observed that he was very interested in the beautiful vampire dancer and the pretty blond human coming toward him, the one who’d looked at him earlier like she knew him. Oh…that would be me.

I couldn’t pick up his name, which would have greased the skids, and I didn’t know what to say to him. But this was a person who should be brought to Sophie-Anne’s attention. Someone had used him against her.

"Hello," I said, giving them my biggest smile. The wife smiled back, a little cautiously, because the sedate couple weren’t normally approached by young single women (she’d glanced at my left hand) during glamorous parties. The weather witch’s smile was more on the frightened side. "Are you all enjoying the party?" I asked.