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She looked up at me. "Is it another one!" She narrowed her eyes and glanced again in the direction from which the emanation had come.
"Outlaw!" she said aloud.
"What?" Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw. I felt a wave of lightheadedness, something of a dream remembered. Fragment of a dream. But I couldn't think. I'd been damaged by doing it to her. I had to drink.
"It called us outlaws," she said. "Didn't you hear it?" And she listened again, but it was gone and neither of us heard it, and I couldn't be certain that I received that clear pulse, outlaw, but it seemed I had!
"Neve
r mind it, whatever it is," I said. "It never comes any closer than that. " But even as I spoke I knew it had been more virulent this time. I wanted to get away from les Innocents. "It lives in graveyards," I murmured. "It may not be able to live elsewhere . . . for very long. "
But before I finished speaking, I felt it again, and it seemed to expand and to exude the strongest malevolence I'd received from it yet.
"It's laughing!" she whispered.
I studied her. Without doubt, she was hearing it more clearly than I.
"Challenge it!" I said. "Call it a coward! Tell it to come out!"
She gave me an amazed look.
"Is that really what you want to do?" she questioned me under her breath. She was trembling slightly, and I steadied her. She put her arm around her waist as if one of the spasms had come again.
"Not now then," I said. "This isn't the time. And we'll hear it again, just when we've forgotten all about it. "
"It's gone," she said. "But it hates us, this thing. . . "
"Let's get away from it," I said contemptuously, and putting my arm around her I hurried her along.
I didn't tell her what I was thinking, what weighed on me far more than the presence and its usual tricks. If she could hear the presence as well as I could, better in fact, then she had all my powers, including the ability to send and hear images and thoughts. Yet we could no longer hear each other!
Chapter 3
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I found a victim as soon as we had crossed the river, and as soon as I spotted the man, there came the deepening awareness that everything I had done alone I would now do with her. She would watch this act, learn from it. I think the intimacy of it made the blood rush to my face.
And as I lured the victim out of the tavern, as I teased him, maddened him, and then took him, I knew I was showing off for her, making it a little crueler, more playful. And when the kill came, it had an intensity to it that left me spent afterwards.
She loved it. She watched everything as if she could suck up the very vision as she sucked. blood. We came together again and I took her in my arms and I felt her heat and she felt my heat. The blood was flooding my brain. And we just held each other, even the thin covering of our garments seeming alien, two burning statues in the dark.
After that, the night lost all ordinary dimensions. In fact, it remains one of the longest nights I have ever endured in my immortal life.
It was endless and fathomless and dizzying, and there were times when I wanted some defense against its pleasures and its surprises, arid I had none.
And though I said her name over and over, to make it natural, she wasn't really Gabrielle yet to me. She was simply she, the one I had needed all of my life with all of my being. The only woman I had ever loved.
Her actual death didn't take long.
We sought out an empty cellar room where we remained until it was finished. And there I held on to her and talked to her as it went on. I told her everything that had happened to me again, in words this time.
I told her all about the tower. I told everything that Magnus had said. I explained all the occurrences of the presence. And how I had become almost used to it and contemptuous of it, and not willing to chase it down. Over and over again I tried to send her images, but it was useless. I didn't say anything about it. Neither did she. But she listened very attentively.
I talked to her about Nicki's suspicions, which of course he had not mentioned to her at all. And I explained that I feared for him even more now. Another open window, another empty room, and this time witnesses to verify the strangeness of it all.
But never mind, I should tell Roget some story that would make it plausible. I should find some means to do right by Nicki, to break the chain of suspicions that was binding him to me.
She seemed dimly fascinated by all of this, but it didn't really matter to her. What mattered to her was what lay before her now.
