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And I slipped over to Arlene. My tables are pretty thin, can you cover for me? She, too, offered me help. If you clean my area, I'll do your trailer. I pointed to the employee door, to myself, and made my fingers walk, to tell Sam where I was going. He nodded. He didn't look happy. So out the back door I went, trying to make my feet quiet on the gravel. The employee parking lot is at the rear of the bar, through a door leading into the storeroom. The cook's car was there, and Arlene's, Dawn's, and mine.

To my right, the east, Sam's pickup was sitting in front of his trailer. I went out of the gravelled employee parking area onto the blacktop that surfaced the much larger customer lot to the west of the bar. Woods surrounded the clearing in which Merlotte's stood, and the edges of the parking lot were mostly gravel.

Sam kept it well lit, and the surrealistic glare of the high, parking lot lights made everything look strange. I saw the Rat Couple's dented red sports car, so I knew they were close. I found Jason's truck at last. It was black with custom aqua and pink swirls on the sides. He sure did love to be noticed.

I pulled myself up by the tailgate and rummaged around in the bed for his chain, a thick length of links that he carried in case of a fight. I looped it and carried it pressed to my body so it wouldn't chink. I thought a second. The only halfway private spot to which the Rattrays could have lured the vampire was the end of the parking lot where the trees actually overhung the cars. So I crept in that direction, trying to move fast and low. I paused every few seconds and listened.

Soon I heard a groan and the faint sounds of voices. I snaked between the cars, and I spotted them right where I'd figured they'd be. The vampire was down on the ground on his back, his face contorted in agony, and the gleam of chains crisscrossed his wrists and ran down to his ankles. There were two little vials of blood already on the ground beside Denise's feet, and as I watched, she fixed a new Vacutainer to the needle.

The tourniquet above his elbow dug cruelly into his arm. Their backs were to me, and the vampire hadn't seen me yet. I loosened the coiled chain so a good three feet of it swung free.

Who to attack first? They were both small and vicious. I remembered Mack's contemptuous dismissal and the fact that he never left me a tip.

Mack first. I'd never actually been in a fight before. Somehow I was positively looking forward to it. I leapt out from behind a pickup and swung the chain.

It thwacked across Mack's back as he knelt beside his victim. He screamed and jumped up. After a glance, Denise set about getting the third Vacutainer plugged. Mack's hand dipped down to his boot and came up shining. I gulped. He had a knife in his hand. He sounded like he was looking forward to using the knife.

I was too involved to keep my mental guard up, and I had a clear flash of what Mack wanted to do to me. It drove me really crazy. I went for him with every intention of hurting him as badly as I could.

But he was ready for me and jumped forward with the knife while I was swinging the chain. He sliced at my arm and just missed it. Mack's yell of triumph turned into a gurgle. He dropped the knife and clawed at the links with both hands.

Losing air, he dropped to his knees on the rough pavement, yanking the chain from my hand. Well, there went Jason's chain. I swooped down and scooped up Mack's knife, holding it like I knew how to use it. Denise had been lunging forward, looking like a redneck witch in the lines and shadows of the security lights. She stopped in her tracks when she saw I had Mack's knife. She cursed and railed and said terrible things.

I waited till she'd run down to say, "Get. She tried to scoop up the vials of blood, but I hissed at her to leave them alone. So she pulled Mack to his feet. He was still making choking, gurgling sounds and holding the chain.

Denise kind of dragged him along to their car and shoved him in through the passenger's side. Yanking some keys from her pocket, Denise threw herself in the driver's seat. As I heard die engine roar into life, suddenly I realized that the Rats now had another weapon.

Faster than I've ever moved, I ran to the vampire's head and panted, "Push with your feet! We were just inside the tree line when the red car came roaring down at us. Denise missed us by less than a yard when she had to swerve to avoid hitting a pine.

Then I heard the big motor of the Rats' car receding in the distance. I breathed heavily for just a minute, trying to get hold of myself. The vampire moved a little, and I looked over. To my horror, I saw wisps of smoke coming up from his wrists where the silver touched them. Still trying to catch my breath, I began to unwind the thin bands of silver, which all seemed to be part of one very long chain. I have agile fingers, and I released his wrists pretty quickly.

I wondered how the Rats had distracted him while they got into position to put them on, and I could feel myself reddening as I pictured it. The vampire cradled his arms to his chest while I worked on the silver wrapped around his legs. His ankles had fared better since the drainers hadn't troubled to pull up his jeans legs and put the silver against his bare skin. Do you want me to leave? I made a sour face at him, and while he was recovering, I took a few precautions.

I sat with my back to him, giving him some privacy. I know how unpleasant it is to be stared at when you're hurting. I hunkered down on the pavement, keeping watch on the parking lot. Several cars left, and others came in, but none came down to our end by the woods. By the movement of the air around me, I knew when the vampire had sat up. He didn't speak right away. I turned my head to the left to look at him. He was closer than I'd thought.

His big dark eyes looked into mine. His fangs had retracted; I was a little disappointed about that. So he wasn't thrilled about being rescued by a woman. Typical guy. Since he was being so ungracious, I felt I could do something rude, too, and I listened to him, opening my mind completely. And I heard I can hear you speak, but I turned fully to him and put my hands on both sides of his white face, and I looked at him intently.

I focused with all my energy. It was like having to listen to the radio all the time, to stations you didn't get to select, and then suddenly tuning in to a wavelength you couldn't receive. It was heaven. His eyes were getting wider and darker, though he was holding absolutely still. I snatched my hands away and resumed staring at the parking lot.

I began babbling about Mack and Denise, all the time thinking how marvelous it would be to have a companion I could not hear unless he chose to speak out loud. How beautiful his silence was. It was brave," he said in a voice so seductive it would have shivered DeeAnne right out of her red nylon panties.

He looked astonished for a whole second before his face returned to its white smoothness. Vampires often turn on those who trust them. We don't have human values, you know. I can be practical. While he'd been recovering, I'd been wrapping the Rats' chains around my neck and arms.

He shivered visibly. I was afraid I'd never see him again; after all, his first visit to Merlotte's hadn't exactly been a success. So I was trying to absorb every detail I could; I would treasure this encounter and rehash it for a long, long time.

It was rare, a prize. I wanted to touch his skin again. I couldn't remember how it felt. But that would be going beyond some boundary of manners, and also maybe start him going on the seductive crap again. You do what you want with it. To my pleasure, I could not hear a one of them. I'm Sookie Stackhouse, and I'm a waitress," I told him. Before I could stop myself, I rocked back onto my butt with laughter. I got to get back to work.

I put my hand on Bill's shoulder and pushed up. It was rock hard, and I was on my feet so fast I had to stop myself from stumbling.

I examined my socks to make sure their cuffs were exactly even, and I looked up and down my outfit to check for wear and tear during the fight with the Rats. I dusted off my bottom since I'd been sitting on the dirty pavement and gave Bill a wave as I started off across the parking lot. It had been a stimulating evening, one with a lot of food for thought. I felt almost as cheerful as my smile when I considered it. But Jason was going to be mighty angry about the chain. Jason had been gone and so had DeeAnne when I got back to work, and that had been another good thing.

I was reviewing the evening as I drove to my grandmother's house, where I lived. It's right before Tall Pines cemetery, which lies off a narrow two-lane parish road. My great-great-great grandfather had started the house, and he'd had ideas about privacy, so to reach it you had to turn off the parish road into the driveway, go through some woods, and then you arrived at the clearing in which the house stood. It's sure not any historic landmark, since most of the oldest parts have been ripped down and replaced over the years, and of course it's got electricity and plumbing and insulation, all that good modern stuff.

But it still has a tin roof that gleams blindingly on sunny days. When the roof needed to be replaced, I wanted to put regular roofing tiles on it, but my grandmother said no. Though I was paying, it's her house; so naturally, tin it was.

Historical or not, I'd lived in this house since I was about seven, and I'd visited it often before then, so I loved it. It was just a big old family home, too big for Granny and me, I guess. It had a broad front covered by a screened-in porch, and it was painted white, Granny being a traditionalist all the way. I went through the big living room, strewn with battered furniture arranged to suit us, and down the hall to the first bedroom on the left, the biggest.

Adele Hale Stackhouse, my grandmother, was propped up in her high bed, about a million pillows padding her skinny shoulders. She was wearing a long-sleeved cotton nightgown even in the warmth of this spring night, and her bedside lamp was still on.

There was a book propped in her lap. She wears it kind of rolled against her neck during the day, but at night it's loose or braided. I looked at the cover of her book. You got a date? He just sat and had a glass of red wine. Well, he ordered it, but he didn't drink it. I think he just wanted some company. Did you like him? I mulled it over. He was real interesting," I said cautiously.

She wasn't one of those reactionaries who'd decided vampires were damned right off the bat. I was just waiting for you to come home before I turned out my light. My cat, Tina, came from wherever she'd been sleeping to rub against my legs, and I picked her up and cuddled her for a while before putting her out for the night. I glanced at the clock. It was almost two o'clock, and my bed was calling me. My room was right across the hall from Gran's. When I first used this room, after my folks had died, Gran had moved my bedroom furniture from their house so I'd feel more homey.

And here it was still, the single bed and vanity in white-painted wood, the small chest of drawers. I turned on my own light and shut the door and began taking off my clothes.

I had at least five pair of black shorts and many, many white T-shirts, since those tended to get stained so easily. No telling how many pairs of white socks were rolled up in my drawer.

So I didn't have to do the wash tonight. I was too tired for a shower. I did brush my teeth and wash the makeup off my face, slap on some moisturizer, and take the band out of my hair.

I crawled into bed in my favorite Mickey Mouse sleep T-shirt, which came almost to my knees. I turned on my side, like I always do, and I relished the silence of the room.

Almost everyone's brain is turned off in the wee hours of the night, and the vibrations are gone, the intrusions do not have to be repelled. With such peace, I only had time to think of the vampire's dark eyes, and then I fell into the deep sleep of exhaustion.

I was in my favorite white strapless two-piece, and it was a little roomier than last summer, so I was pleased as punch. Then I heard a vehicle coming down the drive, and Jason's black truck with its pink and aqua blazons pulled up to within a yard of my feet. Jason climbed down—did I mention the truck sports those high tires?

He was wearing his usual work clothes, a khaki shirt and pants, and he had his sheathed knife clipped to his belt, like most of the county road workers did. Just by the way he walked, I knew he was in a huff.

I put my dark glasses on. Gran used the dryer in a pinch, but she really liked hanging the wet clothes out in the sun. Of course the clothesline was in the backyard, where clotheslines should be. I hoped Gran stayed out back. He was over to the Rattrays' trailer last night to buy him some weed, and Denise drove up like she wanted to kill someone. Rene said he liked to have gotten killed, she was so mad. It took both Rene and Denise to get Mack into the trailer, and then they took him to the hospital in Monroe.

I could tell Jason's pique was due in large part to the fact that he had heard about this from someone else. I knew you'd feel obliged to go after him if I told you about the knife," I added diplomatically. There was a lot more truth in that, since Jason dearly loves a fight. I couldn't have that. Even if you don't want a vampire for your best friend, you can't let trash like the Rats drain them.

It's not like siphoning gas out of a car. And they would have left him out in the woods to die. Even if they'd put him under cover so he could survive the day, a drained vampire took at least twenty years to recover, at least that's what one had said on Oprah.

And that's if another vampire took care of him. The dark-haired guy sitting with the Rats. But he hadn't let go of the night before, yet. He tilted his face back to catch the sun, and I knew we were off dangerous ground. Homulka was the town Bon Temps loved to hate. We'd been rivals in football, basketball, and historical significance for generations. I give Jason credit, he jumps up and gives Gran a hug every time he sees her.

Our grandmother smiled up at Jason. She was not blind to his faults or mine , but she loved him. She was telling me you hooked up with DeeAnne last night. You just take care she doesn't have one of yours, you'll be paying the rest of your life. Course, that may be the only way I get great-grandchildren! Then Gran and Jason began gossiping with each other though they called it "catching up" about people in our little town and parish. My brother worked for the state, supervising road crews.

It seemed to me like Jason's day consisted of driving around in a state pickup, clocking off work, and then driving around all night in his own pickup. Rene was on one of the work crews Jason oversaw, and they'd been to high school together. They hung around with Hoyt Fortenberry a lot. He lives in my parents' old house, the one we'd been living in when they died in a flash flood. We lived with Gran after that, but when Jason got through his two years of college and went to work for the state, he moved back into the house, which on paper is half mine.

It played out in a few years, but my parents and then Gran made sure the money was invested. It saved Jason and me a lot of struggle, that padding. I don't know how Gran could have raised us if it hadn't been for that money. She was determined not to sell any land, but her own income is not much more than social security. That's one reason I don't get an apartment.

If I get groceries when I'm living with her, that's reasonable, to her; but if I buy groceries and bring them to her house and leave them on her table and go home to my house, that's charity and that makes her mad. He was dying to tell me; Jason's an appliance freak, and he wanted to describe his comparison shopping for a new water heater in detail. I listened with as much attention as I could muster.

And then he interrupted himself. Her boss tried to call her to find out why she hadn't shown up for work yesterday and today and got no answer, so he rode over and got the manager up, and they unlocked the place. You know she had the apartment across from DeeAnne's? I remembered Maudette clearly. Maudette had had a heavy jaw and a square bottom, pretty black hair and husky shoulders. Maudette had been a plodder, never bright or ambitious. She was strangled.

DeeAnne told me Maudette liked to go to that vampire bar in Shreveport when she had a couple of days off, so maybe that's where she got the bites. Might not have been Sookie's vampire. She must have missed Sally-Jessy the day the phenomenon was explored. Vampire groupies. They don't last too long, I think, because they want to be bitten too much, and sooner or later they get that one bite too many. So do a lot of people. I took that to mean he'd bedded Maudette when he couldn't find anyone else.

It wasn't much, but it was something, and there were so few mysterious homicides in Bon Temps that I thought every stone would be turned in its investigation. Plenty of other guys get their gas there, and all of them know Maudette. So she will have talked about who she saw. I began to think a little better of my big brother. Jason looked at both of us, then, and saw we were surprised and touched.

She keeps a guy standing by with a stake in case one gets carried away. She drinks synthetic blood to keep her blood supply up. Once we got off the topic of Maudette's murder, lunch went about as usual, with Jason looking at his watch and exclaiming that he had to leave just when it was time to do the dishes.

But Gran's mind was still running on vampires, I found out. She came into my room later, when I was putting on my makeup to go to work. After all, Gran was a charter member of the Descendants of the Glorious Dead. We could have a special meeting. Yes, it'd have to be. I thought about it. It would be plain rude to suggest to the vampire that he ought to speak to Gran's club because I'd saved his blood from Drainers, but maybe he would offer if I gave a little hint?

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