"Well, look at you," he said, smiling. And he certainly was looking. He burned his candle at both ends, apparently.
"You needed to talk to me?" I leaned against the door frame, doing my best to look wan and frail.
"Yes, after we cut your beautiful dress off, Russell figured you'd need some clothes. I happened to have these in my closet, and since we're the same height ..."
"Oh," I said faintly. I'd never shared clothes with a guy. "Well, thank you so much. This is very kind of you." And it was. He'd brought some sweats (powder blue) and socks, and a silk bathrobe, and even some fresh panties. I didn't want to think about that too closely.
"You seem better," the small man said. His eyes were admiring, but not in any real personal way. Maybe I'd overestimated my charms.
"I am very shaky," I said quietly. "I was up because I was on my way to the bathroom."
Curly's brown eyes flared, and I could tell he was looking at Eric over my shoulder. This view definitely was more to his taste, and his smile became frankly inviting. "Leif, would you like to share my coffin today?" he asked, practically batting his eyelashes.
I didn't dare turn to look at Eric. There was a patch on my back that was still wet. I was suddenly disgusted with myself. I'd had thoughts about Alcide, and more than had thoughts about Eric. I was not pleased with my moral fiber. It was no excuse that I knew Bill had been unfaithful to me, or at least it wasn't much of an excuse. It was probably also not an excuse that being with Bill had accustomed me to regular, spectacular sex. Or not much of an excuse.
It was time to pull my moral socks up and behave myself. Just deciding that made me feel better.
"I have to run an errand for Sookie," Eric was telling the curly-haired vamp. "I am not sure I'll return before daybreak, but if I do, you can be sure I'll seek you out." Eric was flirting back. While all this repartee was flying around me, I pulled on the silk robe, which was black and pink and white, all flowers. It was really outstanding. Curly spared me a glance, and seemed more interested than he had when I'd just appeared in my undies.
"Yum," he said simply.
"Again, thanks," I said. "Could you tell me where the nearest bathroom is?"
He pointed down the hall to a half-open door.
"Excuse me," I said to both of them, and reminded myself to walk slowly and carefully, as if I was still in pain, as I made my way down the hall. Past the bathroom, by maybe two doors, I could see the head of the staircase. Okay, I knew the way out now. That was actually a comfort.
The bathroom was just a regular old bathroom. It was full of the stuff that usually clutters bathrooms: hair dryers, hot curlers, deodorant, shampoo, styling gel. Some makeup. Brushes and combs and razors.
Though the counter was clean and orderly, it was apparent several people shared the room. I was willing to bet Russell Edgington's personal bathroom looked nothing like this one. I found some bobby pins and secured my hair on top of my head, and I took the quickest shower on record. Since my hair had just been washed that morning, which now seemed years ago and took forever to dry besides, I was glad to skip it in favor of scrubbing my skin vigorously with the scented soap in the built-in dish. There were clean towels in the closet, which was a relief.
I was back in the bedroom within fifteen minutes. Curly was gone, Eric was dressed, and Bubba was back.
Eric did not say one word about the embarrassing incident that had taken place between us. He eyed the robe appreciatively but silently.
"Bubba has scoped out the territory, Sookie," Eric said, clearly quoting.
Bubba was smiling his slightly lopsided smile. He was pleased with himself. "Miss Sookie, I found Bill," he said triumphantly. "He ain't in such good shape, but he's alive."
I sank into a chair with no forewarning. I was just lucky it was behind me. My back was still straight - but all of a sudden, I was sitting instead of standing. It was one more strange sensation in a night full of them.
When I was able to think of anything else, I noticed vaguely that Eric's expression was a bewildering blend of things: pleasure, regret, anger, satisfaction. Bubba just looked happy.
"Where is he?" My voice didn't even sound like my own.
"There's a big building in back of here, like a four-car garage, but it's got apartments on top of it and a room to the side."
Russell liked to keep his help handy.
"Are there other buildings? Could I get confused?"
"There's a swimming pool, Miss Sookie, and it's got a little building right by it for people to change into their bathing suits. And there's a great big toolshed, I think that's what it's for, but it's separate from the garage."
Eric said, "What part of the garage is he being kept in?"
Bubba said, "The room to the right side. I think maybe the garage used to be stables, and the room is where they kept the saddles and stuff. It isn't too big."
"How many are in there with him?" Eric was asking some good questions. I could not get over Bubba's assurance that Bill was still alive and that I was very close to him.
"They got three in there right now, Mr. Eric, two men and one woman. All three are vamps. She's the one with the knife."
I shrank inside myself. "Knife," I said.
"Yes'm, she's cut him up pretty bad."
This was no time to falter. I'd been priding myself on my lack of squeamishness earlier. This was the moment to prove I'd been telling the truth to myself.
"He's held out this long," I said.
"He has," Eric agreed. "Sookie, I will go to get a car. I'll try to park it back there by the stables."
"Do you think they'll let you back in?"
"If I take Bernard with me."
"Bernard?"
"The little one." Eric smiled at me, and his own smile was a little lopsided.
"You mean ... Oh, if you take Curly with you, they'll let you back in because he lives here?"
"Yes. But I may have to stay here. With him."
"You couldn't, ah, get out of it?"
"Maybe, maybe not. I don't want to be caught here, rising, when they discover Bill is gone, and you with him."
"Miss Sookie, they'll put werewolves to guarding him during the day."
We both looked at Bubba simultaneously.
"Those werewolves that have been on your trail? They'll be guarding Bill when the vamps go to sleep."
"But tonight is the full moon," I said. "They'll be worn out when it's their turn to take over. If they show up at all."