Sookie Stackhouse 8-copy Boxed Set

by Charlaine Harris

  I glanced around but I didn’t see Diantha. “How’s your niece?” I asked.

  “My surviving niece,” he said grimly, “is at home with her mother.”

  “That’s too bad,” I said. “She should be here this evening.”

  He stared at me. Then he looked interested.

  “Indeed,” he said.

  “I heard that someone from here stopped to get gas a week ago Wednesday, on her way to Bon Temps,” I said. “Someone with a long sword. Here, let me tuck this in your pocket. I don’t need it any more.” When I stepped away from him and faced the queen, I had one hand over my injured wrist. The bandage had vanished.

  I held out my right hand, and the queen was forced to take it in her own. I had counted on obliging the queen to follow the human custom of shaking hands, and I was mighty relieved when she did. Quinn had passed from the queen to the king, and he said, “Your Majesty, I’m sure you remember me. I was the event coordinator at your wedding. Did the flowers turn out like you wanted?”

  Somewhat startled, Peter Threadgill turned his large eyes on Quinn, and Jade Flower kept her eyes on what her king did.

  Trying very hard to keep my movements swift but not jerky, I pressed my left hand and what was in it onto the queen’s wrist. She didn’t flinch, but I think she thought about it. She glanced down at her wrist to see what I’d put on it, and her eyes closed in relief.

  “Yes, my dear, our visit was lovely,” she said, at random. “Andre enjoyed it very much, as did I.” She glanced back over her shoulder, and Andre picked up his cue, and inclined his head to me, in tribute to my supposed talents in the sack. I was so glad to get the ordeal over with that I smiled at him radiantly, and he looked a shade amused. The queen raised her arm slightly to beckon him closer, and her sleeve rode up. Suddenly Andre was smiling as broadly as I was.

  Jade Flower was distracted by Andre’s movement forward, and her eyes followed his. They widened, and she was very much not smiling. In fact, she was enraged. Mr. Cataliades was looking at the sword on Jade Flower’s back with a completely blank face.

  Then Quinn was dismissed by the king and it was my turn to pay homage to Peter Threadgill, King of Arkansas.

  “I hear that you had an adventure in the swamps yesterday,” he said, his voice cool and indifferent.

  “Yes, sir. But it all worked out okay, I think,” I said.

  “Good of you to come,” he said. “Now that you have wrapped up your cousin’s estate, I am sure you will be returning to your home?”

  “Oh, yes, quick as can be,” I said. It was the absolute truth. I would go home providing I could just survive this evening, though at the moment the chances weren’t looking too good. I had counted, as well as I was able in a throng like this. There were at least twenty vampires in the room wearing the bright Arkansas outfit, and perhaps the same number of the queen’s homies.

  I moved away, and the Were couple that had entered after Quinn and me took my place. I thought he was the lieutenant governor of Louisiana, and I hoped he had good life insurance.

  “What?” Quinn demanded.

  I led him over to a place against the wall, and gently maneuvered him until his back was against it. I had to face away from any lip-readers in the room.

  “Did you know the queen’s bracelet was missing?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “One of the diamond bracelets the king gave her as a wedding present?” he asked, his head ducked to baffle any watchers.

  “Yes, missing,” I said. “Since Hadley died.”

  “If the king knew the bracelet was missing, and if he could force the queen to acknowledge that she’d given it to a lover, then he would have grounds for divorce.”

  “What would he get then?”

  “What wouldn’t he get! It was a vampire hierarchal marriage, and you don’t get any more binding than that. I think the wedding contract was thirty pages.”

  I understood much better now.

  A beautifully dressed vampire woman wearing a gray-green gown strewn with gleaming silver flowers raised her arm to get the attention of the crowd. Gradually the assembled people fell silent.

  “Sophie-Anne and Peter welcome you to their first joint entertainment,” the vamp said, and her voice was so musical and mellow that you wanted to listen to her for hours. They should get her to do the Oscars. Or the Miss America pageant. “Sophie-Anne and Peter invite all of you to have a wonderful evening of dancing, eating, and drinking. To open the dancing, our host and hostess will waltz.”

  Despite his glitzy surface, I thought Peter might be more comfortable doing a square dance, but with a wife like Sophie-Anne, it was waltz or nothing. He advanced on his wife, his arms at the ready to receive her, and in his carrying vampire voice he said, “Darling, show them the bracelets.”

  Sophie-Anne swept the crowd with a smile and raised her own arms to make the sleeves slide back, and a matching bracelet on each wrist shone at the guests, the two huge diamonds winking and blinking in the chandelier lights.

  For a moment Peter Threadgill was absolutely still, as if someone had zapped him with a freeze gun. He altered his stance as he moved forward, after that, and took one of her hands in both of his. He stared down at one bracelet, then released her hand to take the other. That bracelet, too, passed his silent test.

  “Wonderful,” he said, and if it was through his fangs you’d only think they’d extended because he was horny for his beautiful wife. “You’re wearing both of them.”

  “Of course,” Sophie-Anne said. “My darling.” Her smile was just as sincere as his.

  And away they danced, though something about the way he swung her let me know the king was letting his temper get the better of him. He’d had a big plan, and now I’d spoiled it . . . but thankfully, he didn’t know my part. He just knew that somehow Sophie-Anne had managed to retrieve her bracelet and save her face, and he had nothing to justify whatever he’d plotted to do. He would have to back down. After this, he’d probably think of another way to subvert his queen, but at least I’d be out of the fray.

  Quinn and I retreated to the refreshments table, located to the south side of the large room, beside one of the thick pillars. Servers were there with carving knives to shave off ham or roast beef. There were yeasty rolls to pile the meat on. It smelled wonderful, but I was too nervous to think of eating. Quinn got me a cup of ginger ale from the bar. I stared at the dancing couple and waited for the ceiling to fall in.

  “Don’t they look lovely together?” a well-dressed gray-haired woman said. I realized she was the one who’d come in after me.

  “Yes, they do,” I agreed.

  “I’m Genevieve Thrash,” she said. “This is my husband, David.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” I said. “I’m Sookie Stackhouse, and this is my friend, John Quinn.” Quinn looked surprised. I wondered if that was actually his first name.

  The two men, tiger and Were, shook hands while Genevieve and I watched the couple dance a bit longer.

  “Your dress is so pretty,” Genevieve said, giving every indication she was speaking sincerely. “It takes a young body to show off a gown like that.”

  “I appreciate your saying so,” I said. “I’m showing a bit more of that body than I’m comfortable with, so you’ve made me feel better.”

  “I know your date appreciates it,” she said. “And so does that young man over there.” She nodded her head subtly, and I glanced in the direction she was indicating. Bill. He looked very good in his tuxedo, but even being in the same room made something within me twist with pain.

  “I believe your husband is the lieutenant governor?” I said.

  “You’re absolutely correct.”

  “And how do you like being Mrs. Lieutenant?” I asked.

  She told some amusing stories about people she’d met while she followed David’s political career. “And what does your young man do?” she asked, with that eager interest that must have helped her husband up that ladder.

 
“He’s an events coodinator,” I said, after a moment’s hesitation.

  “How interesting,” Genevieve said. “And yourself, you have a job?”

  “Oh, yes ma’am,” I said. “I’m a barmaid.”

  That was a bit startling to the politician’s wife, but she grinned at me. “You’re the first I’ve ever met,” she said cheerfully.

  “You’re the first Mrs. Lieutenant Governor I’ve ever met,” I said. Damn, now that I’d met her and liked her, I felt responsible for her. Quinn and David were just chatting away, and I think fishing was their topic.

  “Mrs. Thrash,” I said, “I know you’re a Were and that means you’re tough as tough can be, but I’m going to give you a piece of advice.”

  She looked at me quizzically.

  “This advice is pure gold,” I said.

  Her eyebrows flew up. “Okay,” she said, slowly. “I’m listening.”

  “Something very bad is going to happen here in the next hour or so. It’s going to be so bad that it might get a lot of people killed. Now you can stay and have a good time until it happens, and then you’ll wonder why you didn’t listen to me, or you can leave now after acting like you’ve been taken ill, and you can save yourself a lot of unhappiness.”

  Her gaze was intent. I could hear her wondering whether to take me seriously. I didn’t seem like a weirdo or a crazy person. I seemed like a normal, attractive, young woman with a heck of a handsome date.

  “Are you threatening me?” she asked.

  “No, ma’am. I’m trying to save your ass.”

  “We’ll get one dance in first,” Genevieve Thrash said, making up her mind. “David, honey, let’s take a spin around the dance floor and then make our excuses. I’ve got the worst headache you ever felt.” David obligingly broke off his conversation with Quinn to take his wife to the clear space and begin waltzing along with the royal vampire couple, who looked relieved to have company.

  I was beginning to relax my posture again, but a glance from Quinn reminded me to stand very straight. “I love the dress,” he said. “Shall we dance?”

  “You can waltz?” I hoped my jaw hadn’t dropped too far.

  “Yep,” he said. He didn’t ask if I could, though as a matter of fact I’d been watching the queen’s steps intently. I can dance—can’t sing, but I love a dance floor. I’d never waltzed, but I figured I could do it.

  It was wonderful to have Quinn’s arm around me, to be moving so gracefully around the floor. For a moment, I just forgot everything and enjoyed looking up at him, feeling the way a girl feels when she’s dancing with a guy she expects she’ll make love with, sooner or later. Quinn’s fingers touching my bare back just made me tingle.

  “Sooner or later,” he said, “we’re gonna be in a room with a bed, no phones, and a door that will lock.”

  I smiled up at him and spied the Thrashes easing out of the door. I hoped their car had been brought around. And that was the last normal thought I had for some time.

  A head flew past Quinn’s shoulder. It was moving too fast for me to pin down whose head it was, but it looked familiar. A spray of blood created a ruddy cloud in the head’s wake.

  I made a sound. It wasn’t a scream or a gasp; more like “Eeeeep.”

  Quinn stopped dead, though the music didn’t for a long moment. He looked in all directions, trying to analyze what was happening and how we could survive it. I’d thought one dance would be okay, but we should have gone with the Were couple. Quinn began pulling me over to the side of the ballroom, and he said, “Backs against the wall.” We’d know from which direction the danger was coming: good thinking. But someone cannoned into us and Quinn’s hold on my hand was broken.

  There was a lot of screaming and a lot of movement. The screaming was all from the Weres and other supes who’d been invited to the party, and the movement was mostly from the vampires, who were looking for their allies amid the chaos. This was where the horrible outfits worn by the king’s followers came into their own. It was instantly easy to see who belonged to the king. Of course, that made them an easy target, too, if you didn’t happen to like the king and his minions.

  A thin black vampire with dreadlocks had whipped a sword with a curved blade out of nowhere, apparently. The blade was bloody, and I thought Dreadlocks was the headlopper. He was wearing the awful suit, so he was someone I wanted to dodge. If I had any allies here, it wasn’t anyone working for Peter Threadgill. I’d gotten behind one of the pillars holding up the ceiling of the west end of the refectory, and I was trying to figure out the safest way from the room when my foot bumped something that shifted. I looked down to see the head. It belonged to Wybert. I wondered for a fraction of a second if it would move or speak, but decapitation is pretty final, no matter what species you are.

  “Oh,” I moaned, and decided I’d better get a good hold on myself, or I was gonna look just like Wybert, at least in one important respect.

  Fighting had broken out throughout the room. I hadn’t seen the precipitating incident, but on some pretext the black vampire had attacked Wybert and cut off his head. Since Wybert was one of the queen’s bodyguards and Dreadlocks was one of Peter’s attendants, the beheading was a pretty decisive act.

  The queen and Andre were standing back to back in the middle of the floor. Andre was holding a gun in one hand and a long knife in the other, and the queen had acquired a carving knife from the buffet. There was a circle of white coats surrounding them, and when one fell, another would take its place. This was like Custer’s last stand, with the queen standing in for Custer. Sigebert was equally besieged on the bandstand, and the orchestra, part Were or shifter and part vampire, had separated into its various components. Some were joining in the combat, while others were trying to flee. Those who were doing their best to get the hell out of there were clogging the door leading to the long corridor. The effect was a logjam.

  The king was under attack from my three friends Rasul, Chester, and Melanie. I was sure I’d find Jade Flower at his back, but she was having her own problems, I was glad to see. Mr. Cataliades was doing his best to—well, it looked like he was just trying to touch her. She was parrying his attempts with her whacking big sword, the sword that had sliced Gladiola in two, but neither of them looked like they were giving up any time soon.

  Just then I was knocked flat to the floor, losing my breath for a minute. I struck out, only to have my hand trapped. I was smushed under a big body. “I’ve got you,” Eric said.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Protecting you,” he said. He was smiling with the joy of battle, and his blue eyes were glittering like sapphires. Eric loved a brawl.

  “I don’t see anybody coming after me,” I said. “It seems to me like the queen needs you more than I do. But I appreciate it.”

  Carried away on a wave of excitement, Eric kissed me long and hard and then scooped up Wybert’s head. “Bowling for vampires,” he said happily, and flung the disgusting object at the black vampire with an accuracy and force that knocked the sword out of the vampire’s hand. Eric was on it with a great leap, and the sword swung on its owner with deadly force. With a war cry that had not been heard in a thousand years, Eric attacked the circle around the queen and Andre with a savagery and abandon that was almost beautiful in its way.

  A shifter trying to find another way out of the room knocked against me with enough force to dislodge me from behind my comparatively secure position. Suddenly, there were too many people between me and the pillar, and the way back was blocked. Damn! I could see the door Wybert and his brother had been guarding. The door was across the room, but it was the only empty passage. Any way out of this room was a good way. I began sidling around the walls to reach it, so I wouldn’t have to cross the dangerous open spaces.

  One of the whitecoats leaped in front of me.

  “We’re supposed to find you!” he bellowed. He was a young vampire; there were clues, even at such a moment. This vamp had known the amenities of modern
life. He had all the signs—superstraight teeth that had known braces, a husky build from modern nutrition, and he was big-boned and tall.

  “Look!” I said, and pulled one side of my bodice away. He did, God bless him, and I kicked him in the balls so hard I thought they’d come out through his mouth. That’s gonna get a man on the floor, no matter what their nature is. This vampire was no exception. I hurried around him and reached the east wall, the one with the door.

  I had maybe a yard to go when someone grabbed my foot, and down I went. I slipped in a pool of blood and landed on my knees in it. It was vamp blood, I could tell by the color.

  “Bitch,” said Jade Flower. “Whore.” I didn’t think I’d ever heard her talk before. I could have done without it now. She began dragging me, hand over hand, toward her extended fangs. She wasn’t getting up to kill me, because one of her legs was missing. I almost threw up but became more concerned with getting away than with ralphing. My hands scrabbled at the smooth wood floor, and my knees tried to get purchase so I could pull away from the vampire. I didn’t know if Jade Flower would die of this terrible wound or not. Vampires could survive so many things that would kill a human, which of course was a big part of the attraction . . . Snap to, Sookie! I told myself fiercely.

  The shock must be getting to me.

  I threw out my hand and managed to get a grip on the door frame. I pulled and pulled, but I couldn’t break free from Jade Flower’s hold, and her fingers were digging into the flesh of my ankle. Soon she would snap the bones, and then I wouldn’t be able to walk.

  With my free foot I kicked the little Asian woman in the face. I did it again and again. Her nose was bleeding, and her lips were, too, but she would not let go. I don’t think she even felt it.

  Then Bill jumped on her back, landing with enough force to break her spine, and her hold on my ankle relaxed. I scrambled away while he raised a carving knife very like the one the queen had had. He sank it into Jade Flower’s neck, over and over, and then her head was off and he was looking at me.

  He didn’t speak, just gave me that long, dark look. Then he was up and gone, and I had to get the hell out of there.