I reared back from him, completely forgetting about Andy and his gun. And I lost my temper.
This is a rare thing, but not as rare as it used to be. It was kind of exhilarating. 'Yeah, uh-huh, and I can't even tell what you smell like! For all I know you've been with six women! Hardly fair, is it?'
Bill gaped at me, stunned. Behind me, Eric started laughing. The crowd on the sundeck was silently enthralled. Andy didn't think we should all be ignoring the man with the gun.
'Stand together in a group,' he bellowed. Andy had had a lot to drink.
Eric shrugged. 'Have you ever dealt with vampires, Bellefleur?' he asked.
'No,' Andy said. 'But I can shoot you dead. I have silver bullets.'
'That's—' I started to say, but Bill's hand covered my mouth. Silver bullets were only definitely fatal to werewolves, but vampires also had a terrible reaction to silver, and a vampire hit in a vital place would certainly suffer.
Eric raised an eyebrow and sauntered over to the orgiasts on the deck. Bill took my hand, and we joined them. For once, I would have loved to know what Bill was thinking.
'Which one of you was it, or was it all of you?' Andy bellowed.
We all kept silent. I was standing by Tara, who was shivering in her red underwear. Tara was scared, no big surprise. I wondered if knowing Andy's thoughts would help any, and I began to focus on him. Drunks don't make for good reading, I can tell you, because they only think about stupid stuff, and their ideas are quite unreliable. Their memories are shaky, too. Andy didn't have too many thoughts at the moment. He didn't like anyone in the clearing, not even himself, and he was determined to get the truth out of someone.
'Sookie, come here,' he yelled.
'No,' Bill said very definitely.
'I have to have her right here beside me in thirty seconds, or I shoot—her!' Andy said, pointing his gun right at me.
'You will not live thirty seconds after, if you do,' Bill said.
I believed him. Evidently Andy did, too.
'I don't care,' Andy said. 'She's not much loss to the world.'
Well, that made me mad all over again. My temper had begun to die down, but that made it flare up in a big way.
I yanked free from Bill's hand and stomped down the steps to the yard. I wasn't so blind with anger that I ignored the gun, though I was sorely tempted to grab Andy by his balls and squeeze. He'd still shoot me, but he'd hurt, too. However, that was as self-defeating as drinking was. Would the moment of satisfaction be worth it?
'Now, Sookie, you read the minds of those people and you tell me which one did it,' Andy ordered. He gripped the back of my neck with his big hands, like I was an untrained puppy, and swiveled me around to face the deck.
'What the hell do you think I was doing here, you stupid shit? Do you think this is the way I like to spend my time, with assholes like these?'
Andy shook me by my neck. I am very strong, and there was a good chance that I could break free from him and grab the gun, but it was not close enough to a sure thing to make me comfortable. I decided to wait for a minute. Bill was trying to tell me something with his face, but I wasn't sure what it was. Eric was trying to cop a feel from Tara. Or Eggs. It was hard to tell.
A dog whined at the edge of the woods. I rolled my eyes in that direction, unable to turn my head. Well, great. Just great.
'That's my collie,' I told Andy. 'Dean, remember?' I could have used some human-shaped help, but since Sam had arrived on the scene in his collie persona, he'd have to stay that way or risk exposure.
'Yeah. What's your dog doing out here?'
'I don't know. Don't shoot him, okay?'
'I'd never shoot a dog,' he said, sounding genuinely shocked.
'Oh, but me, it's okay,' I said bitterly.
The collie padded over to where we were standing. I wondered what was on Sam's mind. I wondered if he retained much human thinking while he was in his favorite form. I rolled my eyes toward the gun, and Sam/Dean's eyes followed mine, but how much comprehension was in there, I just couldn't estimate.
The collie began to growl. His teeth were bared and he was glaring at the gun.
'Back up, dog,' Andy said, annoyed.
If I could just hold Andy still for a minute, the vampires could get him. I tried to work out all the moves in my mind. I'd have to grab his gun hand with both of my hands and force it up. But with Andy holding me out from him like this, that wasn't going to be easy.
'No, sweetheart,' Bill said.
My eyes flashed over to him. I was considerably startled. Bill's eyes moved from my face to behind Andy. I could take a hint.
'Oh, who is being held like a little cub?' inquired a voice behind Andy.
Oh, this was just
'It is my messenger!' The maenad sauntered around Andy in a wide circle and came to stand to his right, a few feet before him. She was not between Andy and the group on the deck. She was clean tonight, and wearing nothing at all. I guessed she and Sam had been out in the woods making whoopee, before they heard the crowd. Her black hair fell in a tangled mass all the way to her hips. She didn't seem cold. The rest of us (except the vampires) were definitely feeling the nip in the air. We'd come dressed for an orgy, not an outdoors party.
'Hello, messenger,' the maenad said to me. 'I forgot to introduce myself last time, my canine friend reminds me. I am Callisto.'
'Miss Callisto,' I said, since I had no idea what to call her. I would have nodded, but Andy had hold of my neck. It was sure beginning to hurt.
'Who is this stalwart brave gripping you?' Callisto moved a little closer.
I had no idea what Andy looked like, but everyone on the deck was enthralled and terrified, Eric and Bill excepted. They were easing back, away from the humans. This wasn't good.
'This is Andy Bellefleur,' I croaked. 'He has a problem.'
I could tell from the way my skin crawled that the maenad had eased forward a little.
'You have never seen anything like me, have you?' she said to Andy.
'No,' Andy admitted. He sounded dazed.
'Am I beautiful?'
'Yes,' he said, without hesitation.
'Do I deserve tribute?'
'Yes,' he said.
'I love drunkenness, and you are very drunk,' Callisto said happily. 'I love pleasures of the flesh, and these people are full of lust. This is my kind of place.'
'Oh, good,' Andy said uncertainly. 'But one of these people is a murderer, and I need to know which.'
'Not just one,' I muttered. Reminded I was on the end of his arm, Andy shook me again. I was getting really tired of this.
The maenad had gotten close enough now to touch me. She gently stroked my face, and I smelled earth and wine on her fingers.
'You are not drunk,' she observed.
'No, ma'am.'
'And you have not had the pleasures of the flesh this evening.'
'Oh, just give me time,' I said.
She laughed. It was a high, whooping laugh. It went on and on.
Andy's grip loosened, as he grew more and more disconcerted by the maenad's nearness. I don't know what the people on the deck thought they saw. But Andy knew he was seeing a creature of the night. He let go of me, quite suddenly.
'Come on up here, new girl,' called Mike Spencer. 'Let's have a look at you.'
I was on a heap on the ground by Dean, who was licking my face enthusiastically. From that point of view, I could see the maenad's arm snake around Andy's waist. Andy transferred his gun to his left hand so he could
