Dead to the World (Sookie Stackhouse #4)(12)
Author: Charlaine Harris

"Though some of us thought he might be wise to agree, our master balked," Chow said, shooting "our master" a less than loving glance. "And our master saw fit to refuse in such insulting terms that Hallow cursed him."

Eric looked embarrassed.

"Why on earth would you turn down a deal like that?" Jason asked, honestly puzzled.

"I don’t remember," Eric said, moving fractionally closer to my legs. Fractionally was all the closer he could get. He looked relaxed, but I knew he wasn’t. I could feel the tension in his body. "I didn’t know my name until this woman, Sookie, told me it."

"And how did you come to be out in the country?"

"I don’t know that either."

"He just vanished from where he was," Pam said. "We were sitting in the office with the young witch, and Chow and I were arguing with Eric about his refusal. And then we weren’t."

"Ring any bells, Eric?" I asked. I’d caught myself reaching out to stroke his hair, like I would a dog that was huddling close to me.

The vampire looked puzzled. Though Eric’s English was excellent, every now and then an idiom would faze him.

"Do you recall anything about this?" I said, more plainly. "Have any memories of it?"

"I was born the moment I was running down the road in the dark and the cold," he said. "Until you took me in, I was a void."

Put that way, it sounded terrifying.

"This just doesn’t track," I said. "This wouldn’t just happen out of the blue, with no warning."

Pam didn’t look offended, but Chow tried to make the effort.

"You two did something, didn’t you? You messed up. What did you do?" Both Eric’s arms wrapped around my legs, so I was pinned in place. I suppressed a little ripple of panic. He was just insecure.

"Chow lost his temper with the witch," Pam said, after a significant pause.

I closed my eyes. Even Jason seemed to grasp what Pam was saying, because his eyes got bigger. Eric turned his face to rub his cheek along my thigh. I wondered what he was making of this.

"And the minute she was attacked, Eric vanished?" I asked.

Pam nodded.

"So she was booby-trapped with a spell."

"Apparently," Chow said. "Though I had never heard of such a thing, and I can’t be held responsible." His glare dared me to say anything.

I turned to Jason and rolled my eyes. Dealing with Chow’s blunder was not my responsibility. I was pretty sure that if the whole story was told to the queen of Louisiana, Eric’s overlord, she might have a few things to say to Chow about the incident.

There was a little silence, during which Jason got up to put another log on the fire. "You’ve been in Merlotte’s before, haven’t you?" he asked the vampires. "Where Sookie works?"

Eric shrugged; he didn’t remember. Pam said, "I have, but not Eric." She looked at me to confirm, and after some thought, I nodded.

"So no one’s going to instantly associate Eric with Sookie." Jason dropped that observation casually, but he was looking very pleased and almost smug.

"No," Pam said slowly. "Maybe not."

There was definitely something I ought to be worrying about right now, but I couldn’t quite see the shape of it.

"So you’re clear as far as Bon Temps goes," Jason continued. "I doubt if anyone saw him out last night, except Sookie, and I’m damned if I know why he ended up on that particular road."

My brother had made a second excellent point. He was really operating on all his batteries tonight.

"But lots of people from here do drive to Shreveport to go to that bar, Fangtasia. I’ve been myself," Jason said. This was news to me, and I gave him a narrow-eyed glare. He shrugged and looked just a tad embarrassed. "So what’s gonna happen when someone tries to claim the reward? When they call the number on the poster?"

Chow decided to contribute more to the conversation. "Of course, the ‘close friend’ who answers will come right away to talk to the informant firsthand. If the caller can convince the ‘close friend’ that he saw Eric after the whore witch worked her spell on him, the witches will begin looking in a specific area. They’re sure to find him. They’ll try to contact the local witches, too, get them working on it."

"No witches in Bon Temps," Jason said, looking amazed that Chow would even suggest the idea. There my brother went again, making assumptions.

"Oh, I’ll bet there are," I said. "Why not? Remember what I told you?" Though I’d been thinking of Weres and shifters when I’d warned him there were things in the world he wouldn’t want to see.

My poor brother was getting overloaded with information this evening. "Why not?" he repeated weakly. "Who would they be?"

"Some women, some men," Pam said, dusting her hands together as if she were talking about some infectious pest. "They are like everyone else who has a secret life – most of them are quite pleasant, fairly harmless." Though Pam didn’t sound too positive when she said that. "But the bad ones tend to contaminate the good."

"However," Chow said, staring thoughtfully at Pam, "this is such a backwater that there may well be very few witches in the area. Not all of them are in covens, and getting an unattached witch to cooperate will be very difficult for Hallow and her followers."

"Why can’t the Shreveport witches just cast a spell to find Eric?" I asked.

"They can’t find anything of his to use to cast such a spell," Pam said, and she sounded as if she knew what she was talking about. "They can’t get into his daytime resting place to find a hair or clothes that bear his scent. And there’s no one around who’s got Eric’s blood in her."

Ah-oh. Eric and I looked at each other very briefly. There was me; and I was hoping devoutly that no one knew that but Eric.

"Besides," Chow said, shifting from foot to foot, "in my opinion, since we are dead, such things would not work to cast a spell."

Pam’s eyes latched on to Chow’s. They were exchanging ideas again, and I didn’t like it. Eric, the cause of all this message swapping, was looking back and forth between his two fellow vamps. Even to me he looked clueless.

Pam turned to me. "Eric should stay here, where he is. Moving him will expose him to more danger. With him out of the way and in safety, we can take countermeasures against the witches."

"Going to the mattresses," Jason muttered in my ear, still stuck on the Godfather terminology.

Now that Pam had said it out loud, I could see clearly why I should have become concerned when Jason began emphasizing how impossible it was that anyone should associate Eric with me. No one would believe that a vampire of Eric’s power and importance would be parked with a human barmaid.