"There's an elvish warding spell in place," Amelia admitted. "But since it's not human in origin, it may not be totally effective in protecting against human attackers or vampires."
That made sense, at least to me. Bellenos the elf had scoffed at Amelia's spells and added his own, and there wasn't anything human about Bellenos.
I felt guilty at doubting her. It was time for me to act happy. "Having defense money calls for some ice cream with that cake. How about it, you all? I've got Rocky Road and Dulce de Leche." I smiled all around the kitchen. While I was dishing up the ice cream (everyone wanted some), I was keeping my fingers crossed that Amelia and Bob would cast a good spell.
After dessert, as the two witches went outside to work and Barry covered the remains of the cake while I put away the ice cream, Diantha said she was going upstairs to sleep. She still looked exhausted. Mr. Cataliades went up with her and came down with the papers about the monthly payment and a check for the property sale. It was attached to the legal documents with a paper clip in the shape of a heart.
I rinsed my hands and dried them on a dish towel before I took the documents from him. I glanced down at the check, with no idea what to expect. The amount made my head swim, and the letter clipped to it said I would be getting three thousand dollars a month. "This year?" I asked, to be sure I understood. "Three thousand a month? Wow. That's amazing." A whole year of luxury!
"Not this year. For the rest of your life," Mr. Cataliades said.
I had to sit down very quickly.
"Sookie, you okay?" Barry asked, bending over. Bad news or good news? he asked.
I can pay for my legal defense, I told him. And I can get the house sprayed for bugs.
Chapter 15
At midnight the alarms went off.
I hadn't known there were alarms and I hadn't known it was midnight, but when the chiming started, I glanced at the clock. I'd been having the best sleep I'd had in days, and I experienced a moment of vicious disappointment before I launched myself out of bed.
From across the hall, Amelia shouted, "It worked!" I flung open my bedroom door and stumbled out. Amelia and Bob, in a nightgown and sleep shorts respectively, were hurrying through their doorway and heading to the back door. I heard Mr. Cataliades bellow something. Diantha shrieked back. They were pounding down the stairs completely dressed in their day clothes. Barry staggered down after them in LSU sleep pants and shirtless.
We all crowded onto the back porch, staring outside. There was one big security light in the back, but we could also see that a ring of blue light had sprung up around the yard and house. A body lay on the ground outside the ring. "Oh, no!" I said, and put my hand on the porch door.
"Sookie, don't go out!" Amelia said, grabbing my shoulder and yanking me backward. "That's someone who tried to sneak up on the house."
"But what if it's Bill and he was only coming to see if everything was okay?"
"Our defensive circle recognizes enmity," Bob said with simple pride.
"Diantha, do you have your cell phone?" Mr. Cataliades asked.
"SureIgotit," she said, and I spared a moment to be relieved that she was back to normal.
"Go take a picture of the person who is lying on the ground, but from well within the circle," he directed.
Before we could think to stop her or argue with the procedure, Diantha was out of the house and running across the backyard at an incredible speed. The phone was out in her hand, and as she reached the perimeter of the protective circle, she paused and took a picture. Then, before we could be more frightened for her, she was back.
Mr. Cataliades turned the little screen toward me. "Do you recognize this vampire?" he asked.
I peered at it. "Yes, I do. That's Horst Friedman, Felipe de Castro's right-hand man."
"I thought as much. Amelia, Bob, I congratulate you on your power and your perspicacity."
I didn't know what "perspicacity" was, but Amelia did, and she beamed with delight. Even the dour Bob looked proud.
"Yes, thanks," I said with extra enthusiasm, hoping it wasn't too belated. "I don't know what he wanted, and I don't want to know, at least right now. Do you have to recharge the circle, or something like that?"
"We should retest it," Bob suggested, and Amelia nodded.
I saw Barry's gaze encompass the nightgown and Amelia in it, and he looked away resolutely. I really didn't want to hear his thoughts about my witch friend. I said lalalalala inside my head for a moment so the lust could abate.
"Sookie!" The call came from outside, from the dark woods.
"Who's there?" I called in reply.
"Bill," he said. "What has happened here?"
"I guess Horst tried to sneak up on the house, and Bob and Amelia's witch spell zapped him," I yelled. I opened the back door and took two steps down. I figured if I was still standing on the steps, I could jump back inside.
Bill emerged from the tree line. "I felt the magic from my house," he said. He looked down at Horst's limp body. I wondered if the vampire was finally dead, but his body seemed intact. "What shall I do with him?" Bill asked me.
"That's up to you," I called, wishing that I could walk out to the blue ring and lower my voice. I was afraid to, though. "You gotta keep the peace with the king, I guess." Otherwise, I might be tempted to ask Bill to use a little persuasion on Horst when the vampire woke up, so we could discover what Horst and his boss had had in mind for me.
"I'll take him to my place and call the king," Bill said, and he hoisted the unconscious vampire to his shoulder as if Horst weighed nothing. In a moment, Bill and his burden were out of sight.
"That was exciting," I said, trying to sound calm and casual. I stepped back onto the porch. "I guess I'll go back to bed. Thanks, you two, for putting that protection around. Diantha, I appreciate your help. You all okay? Anybody need anything?"
"We'll be right back in as soon as we test the spell," Bob said, and turned to Amelia. "You up to it, babe?"
"We should check its strength now that it's reacted," she said, nodding, and they went down to the yard in their bare feet. Without any consultation, they each took the other's hands and began to chant. A strong scent wafted across the back porch, and I knew it was the scent of their magic. It was musky and heavy, like sandalwood.
It wasn't easy to get back to sleep after such a rude awakening, but somehow I managed it. For all I knew, the sudden drop into deep sleep was part of the spell my friends were casting in my yard. When I next opened my eyes, the room was full of light and I could hear my guests moving around the house.