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This is no unusual configuration among our kind the sad old building, my title to it, or the cellar room cut off from the
world above by iron doors no mortal could independently seek to lift.
I had lain down in the frigid darkness, the cover of the casket in its place, when I was suddenly overcome with the
strangest panic. It was as if someone were speaking to me, demanding that I listen, seeking to tell me that I had made a
dreadful error, and that I would pay for it with my conscience; that I had done a foolish and vain thing.
It was too late for me to respond to this lively mixture of emotion. The morning crept over me, stealing all warmth and
life from me. And the last thought I remember was that I had left the two of them alone out of vanity, because they had
excluded me. I had behaved like a schoolboy out of vanity, and I would pay as the result.
Inevitably the sunset followed on the sunrise, and, after some unmeasured sleep, I woke to the new evening, my eyes
open, my hands reaching at once for the lid of the coffin and then withdrawing and falling to my sides.
Something kept me from opening the coffin just yet. Even though I hated its stifling atmosphere, I remained in this, the
only true blackness ever bequeathed to my powerful vampire eyes.
I remained, because last night's panic had come back to me that keen awareness that I'd been a proud fool to leave
Merrick and Louis alone. It seemed some turbulence in the very air surrounded me, indeed, penetrated the iron of the
coffin so that I might breathe it into my lungs.
Something has gone horridly wrong, yet it was inevitable, I thought dismally, and I lay motionless, as if fixed by one of
Merrick's ruthless spells. But it was not a spell of her doing. It was grief and regretterrible, harrowing regret.
I had lost her to Louis. Of course I'd find her unharmed, for nothing on earth could make Louis give her the Dark Blood,
I reasoned, nothing, not even Merrick's own pleas. And as for her, she would never request it, never be fool enough to
relinquish her brilliant and unique soul. No, it was grief because they loved each other, those two, and I'd brought them
together, and now they would have whatever might have belonged to Merrick and me.
Well, I could not mourn for it. It was done, and I must go and find them now, I reasoned. I must go and find them
together, and see the manner in which they looked at each other, and I must wring more promises from them, which was
nothing more than a means of interposing myself between them, and then I must accept that Louis had become the
brilliant star for Merrick, and by that light I shone no more.
Only after a long while did I open the coffin, the lid creaking loudly, and step out of it, and begin my assent, up through
the steps of the damp old cellar, towards the dreary rooms above.
At last I came to a stop in a great unused brick-walled room which had once many years ago served as a department
store. Nothing remained now of its former glory except a few very dirty display cases and broken shelves, and a thick
layer of soil on its old uneven wooden floor.
I stood in the spring heat and in the soft dust, breathing in the scent of the mold and the red bricks around me, and
peering towards the unwashed show windows, beyond which the street, now much neglected, gave forth its few persistent
and sorrowful lights.
Why was I standing here?
Why had I not gone directly out to meet Louis and Merrick? Why had I not gone to feed, if it was blood I wanted, and
indeed, I did thirst, I knew that much. Why did I stand alone in the shadows, waiting, as if for my grief to be redoubled, as
if for my loneliness to be sharpened, so that I would hunt with the fine-tuned senses of a beast?
Then, gradually, the awareness stole over me, separating me totally from the melancholy surroundings, so I tingled in
every portion of my being as my eyes saw what my mind wanted desperately to deny.
Merrick stood before me in the very red silk of last night's brief meeting, and all her physiognomy was changed by the
Dark Gift.
Her creamy skin was almost luminous with vampiric powers; her green eyes had taken on the iridescence so common to
Lestat, Armand, Marius, yes, yes, and yes again, yes, all of the rest. Her long brown hair had its unholy luster, and her
beautiful lips their inevitable, eternal, and perfect unnatural sheen.
"David," she cried out, even her distinctive voice colored by the blood inside her, and she flew into my arms.
"Oh, dear God in Heaven, how could I have let it happen!" I was unable to touch her, my hands hovering above her
shoulders, and suddenly I gave in to the embrace with all my heart. "God forgive me. God forgive me!" I cried out even as
I held her tight enough to harm her, held her close to me as if no one could ever pry her loose. I didn't care if mortals
heard me. I didn't care if all the world knew.
"No, David, wait," she begged as I went to speak again. "You don't understand what's happened. He's done it, David,
he's gone into the sun. He did it at dawn, after he'd taken me and hidden me away, and showed me everything he could,
and promised me that he would meet me tonight. He's done it, David. He's gone, and there's nothing left of him now that
isn't burnt black."
The terrible tears flooding down her cheeks were glittering with unwholesome blood.
"David, can't you do anything to rescue him? Can't you do anything to bring him back? It's all my fault that it happened.
David, I knew what I was doing, I led him into it, I worked him so skillfully. I did use his blood and I used the silk of my
dress. I used every power natural and unnatural. I'll confess to more when there's time for it. I'll pour it all out to you. It's
my fault that he's gone, I swear it, but can't you bring him back?"
23
HE HAD DONE a most careful thing.
He had brought his coffin, a relic of venerable age and luster, to the rear courtyard of the town house in the Rue Royale,
a most secluded and high-walled place.
He had left his last letter on the desk upstairs, a desk which all of us I, Lestat, and Louis had at one time used for
important writings of our own. Then he had gone down into the courtyard, and he had removed the lid from the coffin,
and he had laid down in it to receive the morning sun.
He had addressed to me his candid farewell.
If I am correct I will be cremated by the sunlight. I am not old enough to remain as one severely burned, or young
enough to bequeath bloody flesh to those who come to carry off what is left. I shall be ashes as Claudia once was ashes,
and you, my beloved David, must scatter those ashes for me.
That you will oversee my final release is quite beyond doubt, for by the time you come upon what is left of me, you
will have seen Merrick and you will know the measure of my treachery and the measure of my love.
Yes, I plead love in the matter of what I've done in creating Merrick a vampire. I cannot lie to you on this score. But if
it matters at all, let me assure you that I imagined I meant only to frighten her, to bring her close to death so as to deter
her, to force her to beg to be saved.
But once begun, the process was brought by me to a speedy conclusion, with the purest ambition and the purest
yearning I've ever known. And now being the romantic fool I have always been, being the champion of questionable
actions and little endurance, being quite unable as always to live with the price of my will and my desires, I bequeath to
you this exquisite fledgling, Merrick, whom I know you will love with an educated heart.
Whatever your hatred of me, I ask that you give to Merrick the few jewels and relics I possess. I ask that you give
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