"Charlaine Harris - Sookie Stackhouse 4.5 - One Word Answer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harris Charlaine)

"I'm just gonna have to ship you right back to the queen," I said. "I can't do it."


"Get your whoremonger to do it, he's more than willing."


Bill was looking more vampiric by the second, and he tugged the stake from my fingers.


"He's trying to commit suicide by cop, Bill," I said.


Bill looked puzzled, and so did Bubba. Mr. Cataliades's round face was unreadable.


"He's trying to make us mad enough, or scared enough, to kill him, because he can't kill himself," I said.
"He's sure the queen will do something much, much worse to him than I would. And he's right."


"The queen was trying to give you the gift of vengeance," Mr. Cataliades said. "Won't you take it? She
may not be happy with you if you send him back."


"That's really her problem," I said. "Isn't it?"


"I think it might be very much your problem," Bill said quietly.


"Well, that just bites," I said. "You " I paused, and told myself not to be a fool. "You were very kind to
bring Waldo down here, Mr. Cataliades, and you were very clever in steering me around to the truth." I
took a deep breath and considered. "I appreciate your bringing down the legal papers, which I'll look
over at a calmer moment." I thought I'd covered everything. "Now, if you'd be so good as to pop the
trunk open, I'll ask Bill and Bubba to put him in there." I jerked my head toward the silver-bound
vampire, standing in silence not a yard away.
At that moment, when we were all thinking of something else, Waldo threw himself at me, jaws open
wide like a snake's, fangs fully extended. I threw myself backward, but I knew it wouldn't be enough.
Those fangs would rip open my throat and I would bleed out here in my own yard. But Bubba and Bill
were not bound with silver, and with a speed that was terrifying in itself, they gripped the old vampire and
knocked him to the ground. Quicker than any human could wink, Bill's arm rose and fell, and Waldo's
red eyes looked down at the stake in his chest with profound satisfaction. In the next second, those eyes
caved in and his long thin body began the instant process of disintegration. You never have to bury a
really dead vampire.


For a few long moments, we stayed frozen in the tableau; Mr. Cataliades was standing, I was on the
ground on my butt, and Bubba and Bill were on their knees beside the thing that had been Waldo.