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six-foot-five ancient Viking vampire. It was just too much. I didn’t have enough energy to laugh, so I just gave a sad little snigger. “Come on,” I said, my voice as limp as my legs. I turned off the light in that room, crossed the hall, and flipped on the one in my own room, yellow and white and clean and warm, and folded down the bedspread and blanket and sheet. While Eric sat forlornly in a slipper chair on the other side of the bed, I pulled off my shoes and socks, got a nightgown out of a drawer, and retreated into the bathroom. I was out in ten minutes, with clean teeth and face and swathed in a very old, very soft flannel nightgown that was cream-colored with blue flowers scattered around. Its ribbons were raveled and the ruffle around the bottom was pretty sad, but it suited me just fine. After I’d switched off the lights, I remembered my hair was still up in its usual ponytail, so I pulled out the band that held it and I shook my head to make it fall loose. Even my scalp seemed to relax, and I sighed with bliss.
    As I climbed up into the high old bed, the large fly in my personal ointment did the same. Had I actually told him he could get in bed with me? Well, I decided, as I wriggled down under the soft old sheets and the blanket and the comforter, if Eric had designs on me, I was just too tired to care.
    “Woman?”
    “Hmmm?”
    “What’s your name?”
    “Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse.”
    “Thank you, Sookie.”
    “Welcome, Eric.”
    Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine.
    And though I would not have thought it was possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that’s exactly what I did.

Southern Vampire 4 - Dead to the World
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    I woke up slowly. As I lay snuggled under the covers, now and then stretching an arm or a leg, I gradually remembered the surrealistic happenings of the night before.
    Well, Eric wasn’t in bed with me now, so I had to assume he was safely ensconced in the hidey-hole. I went across the hall. As I’d promised, I put the contents back in the closet to make it look normal. The clock told me it was noon, and outside the sun was bright, though the air was cold. For Christmas, Jason had given me a thermometer that read the outside temperature and showed it to me on a digital readout inside. He’d installed it for me, too. Now I knew two things: it was noon, and it was thirty-four degrees outside.
    In the kitchen, the pan of water I’d washed Eric’s feet with was still sitting on the floor. As I dumped it into the sink, I saw that at some point he’d rinsed out the bottle that had held the synthetic blood. I’d have to get some more to have around when he rose, since you didn’t want a hungry vampire in your house, and it would be only polite to have extra to offer Pam and whoever else drove over from Shreveport. They’d explain things to me-or not. They’d take Eric away and work on whatever problems were facing the Shreveport vampire community, and I would be left in peace. Or not.
    Merlotte’s was closed on New Year’s Day until four o’clock. On New Year’s Day, and the day after, Charlsie and Danielle and the new girl were on the schedule, since the rest of us had worked New Year’s Eve. So I had two whole days off . . . and at least one of them I got to spend alone in a house with a mentally ill vampire. Life just didn’t get any better.
    I had two cups of coffee, put Eric’s jeans in the washer, read a romance for a while, and studied my brand-new Word of the Day calendar, a Christmas gift from Arlene. My first word for the New Year was “exsanguinate.” This was probably not a good omen.
    Jason came by a little after four, flying down my drive in his black pickup with pink and purple flames on the side. I’d