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"Bill"
Mixed feelings regarding my first boyfriend rise within me. On the one hand he's a lying backstabbing bastard that deserves to die a slow agonising death, on the other he nearly died fighting for me during the recent fae wars.
And by this time, I would have been happy to get a call from anyone back home, heck even Arlene.
Well, maybe not but you get the point,
"Bill, how are you?" I ask eagerly, I hear a grunt of the other line,
"Never mind how I am...what happened to Pam? Eric has been catatonic with pain since he woke this evening, he has not even left his coffin"
So Eric sometimes slept in a coffin, interesting, I remember how in Rhodes he slept in a bed, but that information could be filed away for another time.
"She got tortured by Felipe and his vamps" I reveal to him, a little shamefaced. He hisses before I can explain further,
"Torturing the child of one of his entourage without provocation, surely not even His Majesty is that arrogantly daring!"
"Well" I swallow on my guilt and chew my lip,
"It wasn't entirely without provocation, he was torturing her in the hopes that she would reveal where I was"
He is silent for an annoying length of time, "And where were you Sookie?" he asks in a very unhappy tone,
"I was in another casino eating dinner with an Italian family"
"Sookie Stackhouse!"
For a usually quiet and soft-spoken guy, Bill Compton sure can holler. I held the phone away from my ear, flinching at his tones, for about three minutes he keeps up a steady stream of castigation, and I smartly keep silent. Finally he runs himself down,
"Sookie my dear, please do not be as foolish as to treat this like a holiday, you are a prisoner of the King of Nevada in every sense of the word. Personally I was stunned when Pam reported in last night and told me that, contrary to our assumptions, you were being kept in his hotel room rather than a dungeon"
"I know that" I tell him, "I went out today to see how far their willing to play the charade of having me here as a guest. I know now that I'm gonna have to tell them every time I so much as step outside, although if I'd known what they were going to do to Pam I wouldn't have left my room at all"
"If we had known what they were going to do to Pam we would have tried to prevent it" he retorts and his voice is laced with enough displeasure that shoddy phone reception can't cover it. I lean back against the loveseat, looking up as Sandy swans into my room, bringing a gaggle of stereotypical fangbangers with her. I don't bother to cover the mouthpiece of my mobile, let Bill Compton hear every word, at this point it can only help,
"Are they all free of infection?" I enquire and she seems stunned that I would dare ask such a thing. But I wouldn't put it past her to feed Pam a human with Syno-AIDS, thereby weakening my only guardian. "Of course" she answers, innocently and I reply just as sweetly,
"Then by all means, you can have your dinner first, Pam certainly wouldn't mind, it'll be easier for her if they're already bleeding anyways"
Her expression turns sour and I award myself a point against my captors,
"Thank-you, but I'll have dinner outside with the others"
She grabs the arm of one of the fangbangers and swans out of the room again. I'd activated my telepathy during our conversation and found that the rest were clean, as far as they knew anyways.
I wave them over to Pam, and the bravest one crawls onto my bed and leans over her, exposing still healing puncture marks on his neck, like metal to a magnet, Pam latches on and begins feeding as fast as she can. I raise the phone to my ear again,
"Okay she's gone" I tell Bill and I swear I can see him nodding at the other end of the line,
"I am afraid I must go also" he tells me and my heart falls just a little bit, "But rest assured, we are doing everything we can to get you returned to us as soon as possible"
"Anything I can do to help?" I offer, glad to be of assistance when I was the primary benefactress in the plot. I sense him hesitating,
"Unfortunately Sookie, no, we have to assume everything we say is being listened to. If I were de Castro I would have your every word recorded"
"If you were de Castro, the King of Nevada wouldn't be such a prick" I state, hoping that unchristian dig went straight to Felipe's ears.
"Yes well, until tomorrow my dear," he says, taking his leave.
"See you Bill" I sigh, feeling lonely, even with five fangbangers and Pam in the room,
"Tell everyone I miss them, particularly Eric"
"I would assume he already knows" he hangs up before I can reply.
Eric probably does already know, but it never hurts to hear someone cares about you.
I should know.
On my bed, Pam is recovering quickly, making an all-too-familiar noise and starting to pull at the clothes of her third or fourth meal for the night. Not wanting to be in the audience of a part of Pam's colourful and unusual sex life. I grab my toiletries and nightclothes and head into the bathroom, assuming that the fangbangers were too focused on their encounter with a real vampire to want to try and sneak a peek of me while I was in the bath. Yes it was late, yes I might be exhausted after a long and trying day, but damn there was nothing better than a nice, long bath to ease a troubled mind. Also I'd bought every different scented item I could get my hands on today, and planning on coming out of that bath smelling so strongly of each and every one that a vampire could press his nose to my stomach and not be able to smell my fairy baby.
Damn if I was going to give those vamps the excuse to take a chomp on me.