“Help me, Jesus!” But instead of falling to his knees, he jumped to my right, seized me by the arm holding the spray, and began to yank at me.
At first, I thought he felt he was trying to remove me from the danger represented by the opening coffin, by pulling me to safety. And I guess that was what it looked like to the baggage handlers, who were wrapped up in their role-playing as Anubis Air attendants. The upshot was, they didn’t help me, even though I yelled, “Let go!” at the top of my well-developed lungs. The “priest” kept yanking at my arm and trying to run, and I kept digging in my two-inch heels and pulling back. I flailed at him with my free hand. I’m not letting anyone haul me off somewhere I don’t want to go, not without a good fight.
“Bill!” I was really frightened. The priest was not a big man, but he was taller and heavier than me, and almost as determined. Though I was making his struggle as hard as possible, inch by inch he was moving me toward a staff door into the terminal. A wind had sprung up from nowhere, a hot dry wind, and if I sprayed the chemicals they would blow right back in my face.
The man inside the coffin sat up slowly, his large dark eyes taking in the scene around him. I caught a glimpse of him running a hand over his smooth brown hair.
The staff door opened and I could tell there was someone right inside, reinforcements for the priest.
“Bill!”
There was a whoosh through the air around me, and all of a sudden the priest let go and zipped through the door like a rabbit at a greyhound track. I staggered andwould have landed on my butt if Bill hadn’t slowed to catch me.
“Hey, baby,” I said, incredibly relieved. I yanked at the jacket of my new gray suit, and felt glad I’d put on some more lipstick when the plane landed. I looked in the direction the priest had taken. “ That was pretty weird.” I tucked the pepper spray back in my purse.
“Sookie,” Bill said, “are you all right?” He leaned down to give me a kiss, ignoring the awed whispers of the baggage handlers at work on a charter plane next to the Anubis gate. Even though the world at large had learned two years ago that vampires were not only the stuff of legends and horror movies, but truly led a centuries-long existence among us, lots of people had never seen a vampire in the flesh.
Bill ignored them. Bill is good at ignoring things that he doesn’t feel are worth his attention.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I said, a little dazed. “I don’t know why he was trying to grab me.”
“He misunderstood our relationship?”
“I don’t think so. I think he knew I was waiting for you and he was trying to get me away before you woke up.”
“We’ll have to think about this,” said Bill, master of the understatement. “Other than this bizarre incident, how did the evening go?”
“The flight was all right,” I said, trying not to stick my bottom lip out.
“Did anything else untoward happen?” Bill sounded just a wee bit dry. He was quite aware that I considered myself put-upon.
“I don’t know what normal is for airplane trips, never having done it before,” I said tartly, “but up until the time the priest appeared, I’d say things pretty much ran smooth.” Bill raised one eyebrow in that superior way he has, so I’d elaborate. “I don’t think that man wasreally a priest at all. What did he meet the plane for? Why’d he come over to talk to me? He was just waiting till everyone working on the plane was looking in another direction.”
“We’ll talk about it in a more private place,” my vampire said, glancing at the men and women who’d begun to gather around the plane to check out the commotion. He stepped over to the uniformed Anubis employees, and in a quiet voice he chastised them for not coming to my help. At least, I assumed that was the burden of his conversation, from the way they turned white and began to babble. Bill slid an arm around my waist and we began
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