Drained: Chapter 10
I waddled into work, exquisitely sore the next morning and anxious to learn if there was any news on the True Blood conspiracy. I was in a great mood because of Eric and my mood continued to soar when I saw Amelia sitting at the counter reading the paper. The headline said: Corruption, Murder Rock the BVA.
I felt the weight of the world—or at least the world of vampires—had been lifted from my shoulders. I sat to eat breakfast and Amelia filled me in on what she’d read so far. There had already been many arrests and the investigation continued. The director of the BVA—a Presidential appointee—was one of the people charged with multiple counts of murder and conspiracy. The paper called it a carefully orchestrated hate-fueled genocide. It was suspected that thousands of vampires had already perished and many more were still missing.
The customers were all talking about the news all day and as the day grew long, I got more and more information. Before I left, Amelia was watching the news in her bedroom and I sat and joined her for a bit.
I picked up a newspaper before going home to Eric.
Back at home, I anxiously waited for Eric to wake and when he did, I told him everything I knew. We jumped in the car and drove to the pay phone outside the post office and Eric called the palace in New Orleans again, but had no luck speaking to a vampire. I called Jason and he seemed relieved to hear from me.
“I’ve been worried sick about you. Where are you?” he asked.
“I’m fine. I had to leave town for a little while, but I think I’ll be able to come home soon. I’m staying with a friend. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s crazy here. Everybody’s talking about that True Blood poisoning. Do you think that’s what killed Bill?”
“I don’t know.” The less Jason knew, the better.
“Some guy from the BVA was here yesterday asking about you, Sookie. He said he was investigating Bill’s death.”
My blood ran cold. Had I put Jason in danger as well? “What was his name?”
“What did he look like?”
“Middle-aged. White guy. Flat top hair cut.”
He was the one who’d spoken to me at Merlotte’s. “Listen, Jason, call Bud Dearborn and tell him about it. Those BVA men are very dangerous. You be careful. Maybe you should go stay with Hoyt for a while. Or better yet, get out of town.”
“No, I’m okay. If that guy’s one of the ones in on that True Blood stuff, we won’t have to worry about him any more. They’re arresting people right and left. The D.A. in Shreveport got arrested today. Can you believe that?”
“Well, if he comes back, don’t open the door. Call Bud, okay? Just tell him what’s going on.”
“Okay, okay. Don’t worry. When are you coming home?”
“I don’t know. I’ll call you soon, I promise.”
I hung up and went to the car where Eric was engrossed in the newspaper. I told him what Jason had said. I was worried, but also optimistic that the bad guys were being rounded up and put away.
When Eric and I got home, I was washing my clothes in the creek when he pulled off his clothes and my dress and carried me out into the water. I pretended I wanted to get away from him and we laughed like we didn’t have a care in the world. He lay on his back in a shallow part of the creek and I climbed on top of him and relished the unusual sensations of sex in the cool water. We felt free and joyful and celebrated by playing naked in the creek.
Afterwards, we cuddled together on the sofa in our candle-lit haven. I was blissfully happy.
Eric surprised me when he asked me, “Do you love me, Sookie?”
I hesitated and he jumped in before I could answer.
“It’s something like love, isn’t it? But maybe not exactly,” he added.
“Yes, I think so.”
“It’s been so long, I don’t really recognize the feelings. It’s confusing. But I think I might feel something like love for you.”
I touched his face and looked into his eyes and said, “I feel the same way.”