I felt the tremour as I pressed the tips of my right fingers to my lips. Look at these dark sunburnt fingers with their gleaming nails.
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Was it fair to say I didn't know the full state of my soul? I thought of the unbridled rage with which I'd smashed the head of David Talbot's body, and I shuddered. There was no physical cause for it, only my anger coming and going, and long spells of contentment, and then a terrifying emptiness which would open around me, and then the happiness coming again, quite complete, yet fragile, as though it were but a thin fine veneer.
My hands were shaking a little, as they had been off and on since I had come back into my old form. I fed ceaselessly among the desperate and the vicious and, now and then, the lost and the mad and the purely innocent who fell under my gaze. I pushed my speed to the limits I rose and plunged in the darkness, sometimes alighting in towns of which I did not know the name.
I was gone from the New World within hours, and night after night, I wandered, hunting in the seething slums of Asia-in Bangkok and Hong Kong and Singapore-and then in the dreary and frozen city of Moscow, and in the charming old cities of Vienna and Prague. I had eternity now to meet such creatures, if ever the urge came over me. I'd seen him standing under the porch opposite, staring up at the windows, and I'd appeared on the balcony above for only an instant-not even enough for a mortal eye to see. Work was progressing wonderfully well on the flat in the Rue Royale, and of course he had not failed to notice it. Wet and fragrant, the flowers blooming over the garden walls.įive nights had passed since my return. A perfect night for walking in New Orleans. It was warm this night, and it had rained earlier enough to darken the rich, rose-colored walls of the old French Quarter buildings, to deepen the brown of the bricks, and to leave the flags and the cobblestones with a fine and lovely sheen. What had he thought in that first instant? That it was Raglan James in my body come to destroy him? That James was making a home for himself in the Rue Royale? No, he'd known it was Lestat all along.Īt last I was tired. Some fierce purely male instinct in me wanted to claim her now simply because I had claimed her in another way before. It wasn't only that I would have frightened her, it was that the desire to kill her was almost overpowering. I wanted to kiss her, she was beautiful again to me. She shook her head and whispered the wordno. And then the death was slow and savage, and I was just as hungry when it was over, and off to find another before the sun rose. Except when the subject was damn near irresistible, an evildoer of the first rank.
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