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The following night, I went in search of Merrick.

Her home in the derelict neighborhood was dark and uninhabited. Only the caretaker remained on the property. And it was no problem for me to climb up to the second story window over the shed to see that the old fellow was contentedly inside, drinking his beer and watching his monstrous color TV.

I was dreadfully disconcerted. I felt that Merrick had all but promised to meet me, and where else if not in the old house?

I had to find her. I searched the city for her tirelessly, using every ounce of telepathic ability which I possessed.

As for Louis, he was also absent. I returned to the flat in the Rue Royale more than four times during my search for Merrick. And at no time did I find Louis or the simplest evidence that he’d been there.

At last, very much against my better judgment, but desperate, I approached Oak Haven, the Motherhouse, to see if I could spy Merrick within.

The discovery took only a matter of minutes. As I stood in the thick oak forest to the far north of the building, I could see her tiny figure in the library.

Indeed Merrick sat in the very oxblood leather chair which she’d claimed for her own as a child when we first met. Nestled in the cracked old leather, she appeared to be sleeping, but as I drew closer my fine vampiric senses confirmed that she was drunk. I could make out the bottle of Flor de Caña rum beside her, and the glass. Both were empty.

As for the other members, one was busy in the very same room, going over the shelves for some seemingly routine matter, and several others were at home upstairs.

I couldn’t conceivably approach Merrick where she was. And I was keenly aware that Merrick might have planned this. And if she had planned it, it might have been for her own mental safety, a cause of which I highly approved.

Once released from that tidy little spectacle—Merrick out cold with no regard for what the other members thought of her—I resumed my search for Louis from one end of the town to the next with no luck.

The hours before dawn found me striding back and forth before the slumbering figure of Lestat in the darkened chapel, explaining to him that Merrick had delivered herself into hiding and that Louis appeared to be gone.

At last I sat down on the cold marble floor, as I had done the night before.

“I’d know it, wouldn’t I?” I demanded of my sleeping master. “If Louis has put an end to himself, isn’t that so? I’d feel it somehow, wouldn’t I? If it happened at dawn yesterday, I would have felt it before I ever closed my eyes.”

Lestat gave no answer and there was no promise in his posture or facial expression that he ever would.

I felt as if I were speaking fervently to one of the statues of the saints.

When the second night went in exactly the same fashion, I was thoroughly unnerved.

Whatever Merrick had done by day, I couldn’t imagine, but once again she was drunk in the library, a slouched figure, quite alone now, in one of her splendid silk shirtwaist dresses, this one a vivid red. While I watched from a safe distance, one of the members, an old man whom I once knew and loved dearly, came into the library and covered up Merrick with a white wool blanket that looked quite soft.

I sped off lest I be detected.

As for Louis, as I prowled those portions of the city which were always his favorites, I cursed myself that I’d been so respectful of his mind that I’d never learnt to read it, so respectful of his privacy that I’d never learnt to scan for his presence; cursed myself that I’d not bound him to a strong promise to meet me in the flat in the Rue Royale at a certain time.

At last the third night came.

Having given up on Merrick to do anything but intoxicate herself thoroughly with rum in her typical fashion, I went directly to the flat in the Rue Royale with the purpose of writing a note for Louis, should it be that he was stopping in when I was not there.

I was filled with misery. It now seemed entirely possible to me that Louis no longer existed in his earthly form. It seemed entirely reasonable that he had let the morning sun cremate him precisely as he wanted, and that I was writing words in this note that would never be read.

Nevertheless, I sat down at Lestat’s fancy desk in the back parlor, the desk which faces the room, and I wrote hastily.

“ ‘You must talk with me. You must let me talk with you. It’s unfair for you not to do this. I am so anxious on your behalf. Remember, L., that I did what you asked of me. I cooperated with you completely. Of course I had my motives. I’m willing to admit them candidly. I missed her. My heart was breaking for her. But you must let me know how things go with you.’ ”

I had scarcely finished writing the initial “D,” when I looked up and saw Louis standing in the hallway door.

Quite unharmed, his black curly hair combed, he stood looking at me searchingly, and I, pleasantly shocked, sat back and gave a deep sigh.

“Look at you, and here I’ve been racing around like a madman,” I said. I surveyed his handsome gray velvet suit, and the dark-violet tie he wore with it. In amazement I noted the jeweled rings on his hands.

“Why all this unusual attention to your person?” I asked. “Talk to me, man. I’m quite ready to go out of my mind.”

He shook his head, and gestured quickly with his longer slender hand for me to be quiet. He sat down on the couch across the room and stared at me.

“I’ve never seen you so fancily dressed,” I said. “You’re positively dapper. What’s happened?”

“I don’t know what’s happened,” he said almost sharply. “You have to tell me.” He gestured urgently. “Come here, David, take your old chair here, sit close to me.”

I did as I was asked.

He wasn’t only handsomely turned out, he wore a faint masculine perfume.

His eyes flashed on me with a nervous energy.

“I can’t think of anything but her, David. I tell you, it’s as if I never loved Claudia,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “I mean it, it’s as if I never knew love or grief before I met Merrick. It’s as if I’m Merrick’s slave. No matter where I go, no matter what I do, I think of Merrick,” he declared. “When I feed, the victim turns to Merrick in my very arms. Hush, don’t say anything till I’m finished. I think of Merrick when I lie in my coffin before the coming sunlight. I think of Merrick when I wake up. I must go to Merrick, and as soon as I’ve fed, I go to where I can see her, David, yes, near the Motherhouse, the place you long ago forbade us ever to trouble. I go there. I was there last night when you came to spy on her. I saw you. The night before, I was there as well. I live for her, and the sight of her through those long windows only inflames me, David. I want her. If she doesn’t come out of that place soon, I tell you, whether I mean to or not, I’m going in after her, though what I want of her, except to be with her, I swear to you, I can’t say.”

“Stop it, Louis, let me explain what’s happened—.”

“How the hell can you explain such a thing? Let me pour it out, man,” he said. “Let me confess that it all began when I laid eyes on her. You knew it. You saw it. You tried to warn me. But I had no idea that the feelings would become so very intense. I was certain I could control them. Good Lord, how many mortals have I resisted over these two centuries, how many times have I turned my back on some random soul who drew me so painfully that I had to weep?”

“Stop it, Louis, listen to me.”

“I won’t hurt her, David,” he said, “I swear it. I don’t want to hurt her. I can’t bear the thought of feeding from her as I once did from Claudia, oh, that awful awful mistake, the making of Claudia. I won’t hurt her, I swear it, but I must see her, I must be with her, I must hear her voice. David, can you get her out of Oak Haven? Can you make her meet with me? Can you make her stop her love affair with her rum and come to her old house? You must be able to do it. I tell you, I’m losing my mind.”

He had scarcely paused when I broke in and would not be silenced.

“She’s fixed you, Louis!” I declared. “It’s a spell. Now, you must be quiet and listen to me. I know her tricks. And I know magic. And hers is a magic as old as Egypt, as old as Rome and Greece. She’s fixed you, man, made you fall in love with her through witchcraft. Damn, I should have never let her keep that bloodstained dress. No wonder she wouldn’t let me touch it. It had your blood on it. Oh, what a fool I was not to see what she was doing. We even talked of such charms together. Oh, she is beyond all patience. I let her keep that bloodstained silk dress, and she’s used it to make an age-old charm.”

“No, that’s not possible,” he said caustically. “I simply won’t accept it. I love her, David. You force me to use the words that will hurt you most of all. I love her, and I want her; I want her company, I want the wisdom and the kindness that I saw in her. It’s no spell.”

“It is, man, believe me,” I said. “I know her and I know magic. She used your blood to do it. Don’t you see, this woman not only believes in magic, she understands it. Perhaps a million mortal magicians have lived and died during the past millennia, but how many of them were the genuine article? She knows what she’s doing! Your blood was in the weave of her own garment. She’s cast a spell on you that I don’t know how to break!”

He was silent but not for very long.

“I don’t believe you,” he said. “No, it can’t be true. I feel this too completely.”

“Think back, Louis, on what I told you of her, of the visions of her I had after our first contact only a few nights ago. You remember, I told you I saw her everywhere—.”

“This is not the same. I’m speaking of my heart, David—.”

“It is the same, man,” I insisted. “I saw her everywhere, and after we saw the vision of Claudia, Merrick admitted to me that those visions of her were part of a spell. I told you all this, Louis. I told you about her little altar in the hotel room, the way she’d gotten my handkerchief with my blood on it from the sweat of my brow. Louis, pay attention.”

“You’re vilifying her,” he said as gently as he could, “and I won’t have it. I don’t see her in that manner. I think of her and want her. I want the woman I saw in that room. What will you tell me next? That Merrick wasn’t beautiful? That Merrick wasn’t filled with innate sweetness? That Merrick wasn’t the one mortal in thousands whom I might come to love?”

“Louis, do you trust yourself in her presence?” I demanded.

“Yes, I trust myself,” he answered righteously. “You think I would harm her?”

“I think you have learnt the meaning of the word ‘desire.’ ”

“The desire is to be in her company, David. It’s to be close to her. It’s to talk with her about what I saw. It’s …” His voice trailed off. He shut his eyes tight for a moment. “It’s unbearable, this need of her, this longing for her. And she hides in that huge house in the country, and I can’t be near to her without hurting the Talamasca, without rupturing the delicate privacy on which our very existence depends.”

“Thank God you have that much sense,” I said forcefully. “I tell you it is a spell, and if you trust yourself with her, then as soon as she leaves that house, we’ll go together and ask her! We’ll demand the truth from her. Demand from her whether or not this is nothing but a spell.”

“Nothing,” he repeated the word contemptuously, “nothing, you say,
nothing but a spell?
” He peered into my eyes accusingly. Never had I seen him so hostile. In fact, never had I seen him hostile at all. “You don’t want me to love her, do you? It’s just as simple as all that.”

“No, it isn’t, truly it isn’t. But say for instance that you’re right, that there is no spell, and only your heart’s speaking to you; do I want this love of her to increase in you? No, definitely not. We made a vow, you and I, that this woman wouldn’t be hurt by us, that we wouldn’t destroy her fragile mortal world with our desires! Keep to that vow if you love her so damned much, Louis. That’s what loving her means, you realize. It means leaving her completely alone.”

“I can’t do it,” he whispered. He shook his head. “She deserves to know what my heart is telling me. She deserves that truth. Nothing will ever come of it, nothing can, but she ought to know it. She ought to know that I’m devoted to her, that she’s supplanted a grief in me which could have destroyed me, which may destroy me still.”

“This is intolerable,” I said. I was so angry with Merrick. “I propose we approach Oak Haven. But you must allow me to direct what we do there. If I can, I’ll draw close to the window, and I’ll try to wake her. It’s possible, in the small hours, that she’ll be alone on the main floor. I might possibly be able to go inside. Nights ago I would have considered such an act unconscionable. But remember, you must leave such a gesture to me.”

He nodded. “I want to be near her. But I must feed first. I can’t be thirsting when I see her. That would be foolish. Come with me to hunt. And then, after midnight, well after midnight, we’ll approach.”

It didn’t take us long to find our victims.

It was the hour of two a.m. when we drew close to Oak Haven, and, as I’d hoped, the house was darkened throughout. No one remained awake. It took me only a few moments to survey the library.

Merrick wasn’t there. Her rum and her glass weren’t there, either. And when I went along the upper galleries, as quietly as I could, I did not find her in her room.

I came back to Louis in the thick of the oaks, as he waited.

“She’s not at Oak Haven. I feel we’ve miscalculated. She must be at her home in New Orleans. She’s probably there waiting, waiting for her little spell to do its work.”

“You can’t go on despising her for all this,” Louis said angrily. “David, for the love of Heaven, allow me to go to her alone.”

“Not a chance of it,” I answered.

We proceeded towards the city.

“You can’t approach her with this contempt for her,” said Louis. “Let me talk to her. You can’t prevent it. You have no right.”

“I will be there when you talk to her,” I said coldly. And I meant to keep my word.

When we reached the old house in New Orleans, I knew immediately that Merrick was at home.

Bidding Louis to wait, I went around the property, as I had several nights ago, made certain the caretaker had been sent off, and indeed, he had been, and then I returned to Louis, and I said we could approach the door.