'Then we went farther into the bomb shelter and found the larger room, along with an extended area full of supplies—food and guns—where it was obvious another vampire had been staying.'
I hadn't seen that part of the bomb shelter, and I certainly had no plans to revisit it to view what I'd missed.
'In the second cell we found Farrell and Hugo.'
'Was Hugo alive?'
'Just barely.' Bill kissed my forehead. 'Luckily for Hugo, Farrell likes his sex with younger men.'
'Maybe that was why Godfrey chose Farrell to abduct, when he decided to make an example of another sinner.'
Bill nodded. 'That is what Farrell said. But he had been without sex and blood for a long time, and he was hungry in every sense. Without the silver manacles, Hugo would have … had a bad time. Even with silver on his wrists and ankles, Farrell was able to feed from Hugo.'
'Did you know that Hugo was the traitor?'
'Farrell heard your conversation with him.'
'How—oh, right, vampire hearing. Stupid me.'
'Farrell would also like to know what you did to Gabe to make him scream.'
'Clapped him over the ears.' I cupped one hand to show him.
'Farrell was delighted. This Gabe was one of those men who enjoys power over others. He subjected Farrell to many indignities.'
'Farrell's just lucky he's not a woman,' I said. 'Where is Hugo now?'
'He is somewhere safe.'
'Safe for who?'
'Safe for vampires. Away from the media. They would enjoy Hugo's story all too much.'
'What are they gonna do with him?'
'That's for Stan to decide.'
'Remember the deal we had with Stan? If humans are found guilty by evidence of mine, they don't get killed.'
Bill obviously didn't want to debate me on this now. His face shut down. 'Sookie, you have to go to sleep now. We'll talk about it when you get up.'
'But by then he may be dead.'
'Why should you care?'
'Because that was the deal! I know Hugo is a shit, and I hate him, too, but I feel sorry for him; and I don't think I can be implicated in his death and live with a clear conscience.'
'Sookie, he will still be alive when you get up. We'll talk about it then.'
I felt sleep pulling me under like the undertow of the surf. It was hard to believe it was only two o'clock in the morning.
'Thanks for coming after me.'
Bill said, after a pause, 'First you weren't at the Fellowship, just traces of your blood and dead rapist. When I found you weren't at the hospital, that you had been spirited out of there somehow …'
'Mmmmh?'
'I was very, very scared. No one had any idea where you were. In fact, while I stood there talking to the nurse who admitted you, your name went off the computer screen.'
I was impressed. Those shapeshifters were organized to an amazing degree. 'Maybe I should send Luna some flowers,' I said, hardly able to get the words out of my mouth.
Bill kissed me, a very satisfying kiss, and that was the last thing I remembered.
Chapter 7
I turned over laboriously and peered at the illuminated clock on the bedside table. It was not yet dawn, but dawn would come soon. Bill was in his coffin already: the lid was closed. Why was I awake? I thought it over.
There was something I had to do. Part of me stood back in amazement at my own stupidity as I pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt and slid my feet into sandals. I looked even worse in the mirror, to which I gave only a sideways glance. I stood with my back to it to brush my hair. To my astonishment and pleasure, my purse was sitting on the table in the sitting room. Someone had retrieved it from the Fellowship headquarters the night before. I stuck my plastic key in it and made my way painfully down the silent halls.
Barry was not on duty anymore, and his replacement was too well trained to ask me what the hell I was doing going around looking like something a train had dragged in. He got me a cab and I told the driver where I needed to go. The driver looked at me in the rearview mirror. 'Wouldn't you rather go to a hospital?' he suggested uneasily.
'No. I've already been.' That hardly seemed to reassure him.
'Those vampires treat you so bad, why do you hang around them?'
'People did this to me,' I said. 'Not vampires.'
We drove off. Traffic was light, it being nearly dawn on a Sunday morning. It only took fifteen minutes to get to the same place I'd been the night before, the Fellowship parking lot.
'Can you wait for me?' I asked the driver. He was a man in his sixties, grizzled and missing a front tooth. He wore a plaid shirt with snaps instead of buttons.
'I reckon I can do that,' he said. He pulled a Louis L'Amour western out from under his seat and switched on a dome light to read.
Under the glare of the sodium lights, the parking lot showed no visible traces of the events of the night before. There were only a couple of vehicles remaining, and I figured they'd been abandoned the night before. One of these cars was probably Gabe's. I wondered if Gabe had had a family; I hoped not. For one thing, he was such a sadist he must have made their lives miserable, and for another, for the rest of their lives they'd have to wonder how and why he'd died. What would Steve and Sarah Newlin do now? Would there be enough members left of their Fellowship to carry on? Presumably the guns and provisions were still in the church. Maybe they'd been stockpiling against the apocalypse.
Out of the dark shadows next to the church a figure emerged. Godfrey. He was still bare-chested, and he still looked like a fresh-faced sixteen. Only the alien character of the tattoos and his eyes gave the lie to his body.
'I came to watch,' I said, when he was close to me, though maybe 'bear witness' would have been more accurate.
'Why?'
'I owe it to you.'
'I am an evil creature.'
'Yes, you are.' There just wasn't any getting around that. 'But you did a good thing, saving me from Gabe.'
'By killing one more man? My conscience hardly knew the difference. There have been so many. At least I spared you some humiliation.'
His voice grabbed at my heart. The growing light in the sky was still so faint that the parking lot security lights remained on, and by their glow I examined the young, young face.
All of a sudden, absurdly, I began to cry.
'That's nice,' Godfrey said. His voice was already remote. 'Someone to cry for me at the end. I had hardly expected that.' He stepped back to a safe distance.
And then the sun rose.
When I got back in the cab, the driver stowed away his book.
'They have a fire going over there?' he asked. 'I thought I saw some smoke. I almost came to see what was happening.'
