Dead as a Doornail 5 by Charlaine Harris

Author:Charlaine Harris [Harris, Charlaine]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Before I could react in any way—in fact before I could blink—the

vampire backhanded me, and I stumbled across the small room,

landing half on the couch before I slid to the floor. The air went out of me in a big whoosh, and I simply couldn’t move, couldn’t even gasp

for air, for an agonizingly long minute. In the meantime, Mickey was

on top of me, his intentions completely clear when he reached down to

unzip his pants. “This is all you’re good for!” he said, contempt

making him even uglier. He tried to push his way into my head, too,

forcing the fear of him into my brain to cow me.

And my lungs inflated. The relief of breathing was exquisite, even

under the circumstances. With air came rage, as if I’d inhaled it along

with oxygen. This was the trump card male bullies played, always. I

was sick of it—sick of being scared of the bogeyman’s dick.

“No!” I screamed up at him. “No!” And finally I could think again; finally the fear let loose of me. “Your invitation is rescinded!” I yelled, and it was his turn to panic. He reared up off of me, looking ridiculous

with his pants open, and he went backward out of the window,

stepping on poor Tara as he went. He tried to bend, to grip her so he

could yank her with him, but I lunged across the little room to grab

her ankles, and her arms were too slick with rain to give him

purchase, and the magic that had hold of him was too strong. In a

second, he was outside looking in, screaming with rage. Then he

looked east, as if he heard someone calling, and he vanished into the

darkness.

Eric pushed himself to his feat, looking almost as startled as

Mickey. “That was clearer thinking than most humans can manage,”

he said mildly into the sudden silence. “How are you, Sookie?” He

reached down a hand and pulled me to my feet. “I myself am feeling

much better. I’ve had your blood without having to talk you into it,

and I didn’t have to fight Mickey. You did all the work.”

“You got hit in the head with a rock,” I pointed out, content just to

stand for a minute, though I knew I had to call an ambulance for Tara.

I was feeling a little on the weak side myself.

“A small price to pay,” Eric told me. He brought out his cell phone,

flipped it open, and pressed the REDIAL button. “Salome,” Eric said,

“glad you answered the phone. He’s trying to run. . . .”

I heard the gleeful laughter coming from the other end of the

phone. It was chilling. I couldn’t feel the least bit sorry for Mickey, but I was glad I wouldn’t have to witness his punishment.

“Salome’ll catch him?” I asked.

Eric nodded happily as he returned his phone to his pocket. “And

she can do things to him more painful than anything I could imagine,”

he said. “Though I can imagine plenty right now.”

“She’s that, ah, creative?”

“He’s hers. She’s his sire. She can do with him what she wishes. He

can’t disobey her and go unpunished.

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