Dead Ever After: A True Blood Novel by Charlaine Harris Page B

back over the conversation I’d just had, which I didn’t remember any too well. “If you say so,” I said doubtfully.
    “I do,” said the calm voice.
    “Karin, why are you here?”
    “To guard you,” she said, with obvious patience.
    “To keep me here? Or to keep other people out?”
    “Other people out,” Karin said. She didn’t sound irritated, just matter-of-fact.
    “I’m going to turn on the light,” I said. I reached over to my bedside lamp and switched it on. Karin the Slaughterer crouched by the door to my room.
    We regarded each other. Weirdly, after a moment, I could see Eric’s progression. If I was a golden blonde and Pam was a paler true blonde, Karin’s hair was at the ash blond end of the spectrum. It fell in heavy waves down her back. Her face was utterly bare of makeup and utterly lovely. Her lips were narrower than mine, as was her nose, but her eyes were wide and blue. Karin was shorter than me or Pam, but just as curvy. Karin was Me 101.
    Eric ran true to type.
    The biggest difference was not in our features but in our expressions. When I looked into Karin’s eyes, I knew she was a stone-cold killer. All vampires are, but some have more aptitude for it than others. And some take more pleasure in it than others. When Eric had turned Pam and Karin, he’d gotten blond warriors.
    If I became a vampire, I’d be like them. I thought of things I’d already done. I shivered.
    Then I saw what she was wearing.
    “Yoga pants?” I said. “A dread vampire wears yoga pants? ”
    “Why should I not? They are comfortable,” she said. “Freedom of movement. And very washable.”
    I was on the verge of asking her what detergent she used and if she washed them on the cold cycle when I stopped myself. Her sudden appearance had really thrown me for a loop.
    “Okay, I’m betting you heard everything Eric said to me. Would you care to expand on his very unsatisfactory conversation?” I asked, moderating my voice to a calm-and-casual level.
    “You know as well as I what he was telling you, Sookie,” Karin said. “You don’t need me to interpret, even assuming my father Eric wanted me to do that.”
    We kept silent for a moment, me still in the bed and her crouching a few feet away. I could hear the bugs outside when they resumed droning in unison. How’d they do that? I wondered, and realized I was still stunned with sleep and shock.
    “Well,” I said. “It’s been fun, but I need to get some rest.”
    “How is this Sam doing? The one you returned from the dead?” Karin asked unexpectedly.
    “Ahhh . . . well, he’s having a little trouble adjusting.”
    “To what?”
    “To being alive.”
    “He was hardly dead any time,” Karin scoffed. “I’m sure he is singing your praises? I’m sure his gratitude is heartfelt?” She wasn’t sure at all, but she was interested in hearing my answer.
    “Not so’s you’d notice,” I admitted.
    “That’s very strange.” I could not begin to imagine why she was curious.
    “I thought so, too. Good night, Karin. Can you watch me from outside my room?” I switched off my light.
    “Yes, I can do that. Eric didn’t say I had to stay by your bed and watch you sleep.” And there was a little ripple in the darkness to indicate she’d gone. I didn’t know where she’d stationed herself, and I didn’t know what she’d do when day came, but frankly, that belonged in the big pile of things that weren’t my problem. I lay back and considered my immediate future. Tomorrow, work. Tomorrow night, apparently I was scheduled to have some kind of painful public confrontation with Eric. I couldn’t get out of it, since I simply didn’t see not showing up as an option. I wondered where Arlene had found to lay her head tonight. I hoped it wasn’t nearby.
    The upcoming schedule of events didn’t seem very attractive.
    Do you sometimes wish you could fast-forward a week? You know something bad’s coming up, and you know you’ll get through it, but