Charlaine Harris - Dead to the World

I FOUND THE note taped to my door when I got home from work. Id had the lunch-to-early-evening shift at Merlottes, but since we were at the tail end of December, the day darkened early. So Bill, my former boyfriendthats Bill Compton, or Vampire Bill, as most of the regulars at Merlottes call himmust have left his message within the previous hour. He cant get up until dark.

I hadnt seen Bill in over a week, and our parting hadnt been a happy one. But touching the envelope with my name written on it made me feel miserable. Youd thinkthough Im twenty-sixId never had, and lost, a boyfriend before.

Youd be right.

Normal guys dont want to date someone as strange as I am. People have been saying Im messed up in the head since I started school.

Theyre right.

Thats not to say I dont get groped at the bar occasionally. Guys get drunk. I look good. They forget their misgivings about my reputation for strangeness and my ever-present smile.

But only Bill has ever gotten close to me in an intimate way. Parting from him had hurt me bad.

I waited to open the envelope until I was sitting at the old, scarred kitchen table. I still had my coat on, though Id shucked my gloves.

Dearest SookieI wanted to come over to talk to you when you had somewhat recovered from the unfortunate events of earlier this month.

Unfortunate events, my round rear end. The bruises had finally faded, but I had a knee that still ached in the cold, and I suspected that it always would. Every injury I had incurred had been in the course of rescuing my cheating boyfriend from his imprisonment by a group of vampires that included his former flame, Lorena. I had yet to figure out why Bill had been so infatuated with Lorena that hed answered her summons to Mississippi.

Probably, you have a lot of questions about what happened.

Damn straight.

If youll talk to me face-to-face, come to the front door and let me in.

Yikes. I hadnt seen that one coming. I pondered for a minute. Deciding that while I didnt trust Bill anymore, I didnt believe that he would physically harm me, I went back through the house to the front door. I opened it and called, Okay, come on in.

He emerged from the woods surrounding the clearing in which my old house stood. I ached at the sight of him. Bill was broad-shouldered and lean from his life of farming the land next to mine. He was hard and tough from his years as a Confederate soldier, before his death in 1867. Bills nose was straight off a Greek vase. His hair was dark brown and clipped close to his head, and his eyes were just as dark. He looked exactly the same as he had while we were dating, and he always would.

He hesitated before he crossed the threshold, but Id given him permission, and I moved aside so he could step past me into the living room filled with old, comfortable furniture and neat as a pin.

Thank you, he said in his cold, smooth voice, a voice that still gave me a twinge of sheer lust. Many things had gone wrong between us, but they hadnt started in bed. I wanted to talk to you before I left.

Where are you going? I tried to sound as calm as he.

To Peru. The queens orders.

Still working on your, ah, database? I knew almost nothing about computers, but Bill had studied hard to make himself computer literate.

Yes. Ive got a little more research to do. A very old vampire in Lima has a great fund of knowledge about those of our race on his continent, and I have an appointment to confer with him. Ill do some sight-seeing while Im down there.

I fought the urge to offer Bill a bottle of synthetic blood, which would have been the hospitable thing to do. Have a seat, I said curtly, and nodded at the sofa. I sat on the edge of the old recliner catty-cornered to it. Then a silence fell, a silence that made me even more conscious of how unhappy I was.

Hows Bubba? I asked finally.

Hes in New Orleans right now, Bill said. The queen likes to keep him around from time to time, and he was so visible here over the last month that it seemed like a good idea to take him elsewhere. Hell be back soon.

Youd recognize Bubba if you saw him; everyone knows his face. But he hadnt been brought over too successfully. Probably the morgue attendant, who happened to be a vampire, should have ignored the tiny spark of life. But since he was a great fan, he hadnt been able to resist the attempt, and now the entire southern vampire community shuffled Bubba around and tried to keep him from public view.

Another silence fell. Id planned on taking off my shoes and uniform, putting on a cuddly robe, and watching television with a Freschetta pizza by my side. It was a humble plan, but it was my own. Instead, here I was, suffering.

If you have something to say, you better go on and say it, I told him.

He nodded, almost to himself. I have to explain, he said. His white hands arranged themselves in his lap. Lorena and I

I flinched involuntarily. I never wanted to hear that name again. Hed dumped me for Lorena.

I have to tell you, he said, almost angrily. Hed seen me twitch. Give me this chance. After a second, I waved a hand to tell him to continue.

The reason I went to Jackson when she called me is that I couldnt help myself, he said.

My eyebrows flew up. Id heard that before. It means, I have no self-control, or, It seemed worth it at the time, and I wasnt thinking north of my belt.

We were lovers long ago. As Eric says he told you, vampire liaisons dont tend to last long, though theyre very intense while they are ongoing. However, what Eric did not tell you was that Lorena was the vampire who brought me over.

To the Dark Side? I asked, and then I bit my lip. This was no subject for levity.

Yes, Bill agreed seriously. And we were together after that, as lovers, which is not always the case.