THE ALARM NEVER WENT off because he'd forgotten to set it. He slept soundly and motionlessly, his body like cast iron. When he finally opened his eyes, it was ten o'clock.
With a disgusted muttering, he struggled up and dropped his legs over the side of the bed. instantly his head began throbbing2 as if his brains were trying to force their way through his skull3. Fine, he thought, a hangover.
That's all I need.
He pushed himself up with a groan4 and stumbled into the bathroom, threw water in his face and splashed some over his head. No good, his mind complained, no good. I still feel like hell. In the mirror his face was gaunt, bearded, and very much like the face of a man in his forties. Love, your magic spell is everywhere; inanely5, the words flapped across his brain like wet sheets in a wind.
He walked slowly into the living room and opened the front door. A curse fell thickly from his lips at the sight of the woman crumpled6 across the sidewalk. He started to tighten7 angrily, but it made his head throb1 too much and he had to let it go. I'm sick, he thought.
The sky was gray and dead. Great! he thought. Another day stuck in this boarded-up rat hole! He slammed the door viciously, then winced8, groaning9, at the brain-stabbing noise. Outside, he heard the rest of the mirror fall out and shatter on the porch cement. Oh, great! His lips contorted back into a white twist of flesh.
Two cups of burning black coffee only made his stomach feel worse. He put down the cup and went into the living room. To hell with it, he thought, I'll get drunk again.
But the liquor tasted like turpentine, and with a rasping snarl10 he flung the glass against the wall and stood watching the liquor run down onto the rug. Hell, I'm runnin' out of glasses. The thought irritated him while breath struggled in through his nostrils11 and out again in faltering12 bursts.
He sank down on the couch and sat there, shaking his bead13 slowly. It was no use; they'd beaten him, the black bastards14 had beaten him.
That restless feeling again; the feeling as if he were expanding and the house were contracting and any second now he'd go bursting through its frame in an explosion of wood, plaster, and brick He got up and moved quickly to the door, his hands shaking.
On the lawn, he stood sucking in great lungfuls of the wet morning air, his face turned away from the house he hated. But he hated the other houses around there too, and he hated the pavement and the sidewalks and the lawns and everything that was on Cimarron Street.
It kept building up. And suddenly he knew he had to get out of there. Cloudy, day or not, he had to get out of there.
He locked the front door, unlocked the garage, and dragged up the thick door on its overhead hinges. He didn't bother putting down the door. I'll be back soon, he thought. I'll just go away for a while.
He backed the station wagon15 quickly down the driveway, jerked it around, and pressed down hard on the accelerator, heading for Compton Boulevard. He didn't know where he was going.
He went around the corner doing forty and jumped that to sixty-five before he'd gone another block. The car leaped forward under his foot and he kept the accelerator on the floor, forced down by a rigid16 leg. His hands were like carved ice on the wheel and his face was the face of a statue. At eighty-nine miles an hour, he shot down the lifeless, empty boulevard, one roaring sound in the great stillness.
Things rank and gross in nature possess it merely, he thought as he walked slowly across the cemetery17 lawn.
The grass was so high that the weight of it had bent18 it over and it crunched19 under his heavy shoes as he walked. There was no sound but that of his shoes and the now senseless singing of birds. Once I thought they sang because everything was right with the world, Robert Neville thought I know now I was wrong. They sing because they're feeble-minded.
He had raced six miles, the gas pedal pressed to the floor, before he'd realized where he was going. It was strange the way his mind and body had kept it secret from his consciousness. Consciously, he'd known only that he was sick and depressed20 and had to get away from the house. He didn't know he was going to visit Virginia.
But he'd driven there directly and as fast as he could. He'd parked at the curb21 and entered through the rusted22 gate, and now his shoes were pressing and crackling through the thick grass.
How long had it been since he'd come here? It must have been at least a month He wished he'd brought flowers, but then, he hadn't realized he was coining here until he was almost at the gate.
His lips pressed together as an old sorrow held him again. Why couldn't he have Kathy there too? Why had he followed so blindly, listening to those fools who set up their stupid regulations during the plague? If only she could be them, lying across from her mother.
Don't start that again, he ordered himself.
Drawing closer to the crypt, he stiffened23 as he noticed that the iron door was slightly ajar Oh, no, he thought He broke into a run across the wet grass. If they've been at her, I'll burn down the city, he vowed24. I swear to God, I'll bum25 it to the ground if they've touched her.
He flung open the door and it clanged against the marble wall with a hollow, echoing sound. His eyes moved quickly to the marble base on which the sealed casket rested.
The tension sank; he drew in breath again. It was still there, untouched.
Then, as he started in, he saw the man lying in one corner of the crypt, body curled up on the cold floor.
With a grunt26 of rage, Robert Neville rushed at the body, and, grabbing the man's coat in taut27 fingers, he dragged him across the floor and flung him violently out onto the grass. The body rolled onto its back, the white face pointing at the sky.
Robert Neville went back into the crypt, chest rising and falling with harsh movements. Then he closed his eyes and stood with his palms resting on the cover of the casket.
I'm here, he thought. I'm back. Remember me.
He threw out the flowers he'd brought the time before and cleared away the few leaves that had blown in because the door had been opened.
Then he sat down beside the casket and rested his forehead against its cold metal side.
Silence held him in its cold and gentle hands.
If I could die now, he thought; peacefully, gently, without a tremor28 or a crying out. if I could be with her. If I could believe I would be with her.
His fingers tightened29 slowly and his head sank forward on his chest.
Virginia. Take me where you are.
A tear, crystal, fell across his motionless hand...
He had no idea how long he'd been there. After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered30, even the most penetrating31 despair lost its scalpel edge. The flagellant's curse, he thought, to grow inured32 even to the whip.
He straightened up and stood. Still alive, he thought, heart beating senselessly, veins33 running without point, bones and muscles and tissue all alive and functioning with no purpose at all.
A moment longer he stood looking down at the casket, then he turned away with a sigh and left, closing the door behind him quietly so as not to disturb her sleep.
He'd forgotten about the man. He almost tripped over him now, stepping aside with a muttered curse and starting past the body.
Then, abruptly34, he turned back.
What's this? He looked down incredulously at the man. The man was dead; really dead. But how could that be? The change had occurred so quickly, yet already the man looked and smelled as though he'd been dead for days.
His mind began churning with a sudden excitement Something had killed the vampire35; something brutally36 effective. The heart had not been touched, no garlic had been present, and yet...
It came, seemingly, without effort. Of course—the daylight!
A bolt of self-accusation struck him. To know for five months that they remained indoors by day and never once to make the connection! He closed his eyes, appalled37 by his own stupidity.
The rays of the sun; the infrared38 and ultraviolet. It had to be them. But why? Damn it, why didn't he know anything about the effects of sunlight on the human system?
Another thought: That man had been one of the true vampires39; the living dead. Would sunlight have the same effect on those who were still alive?
The first excitement he'd felt in months made him break into a run for the station wagon.
As the door slammed shut beside him, he wondered if he should have taken away the dead man. Would the body attract others, would they invade the crypt? No, they wouldn't go near the casket, anyway; It was sealed with garlic. Besides, the man's blood was dead now, it—Again his thoughts broke off as he leaped to another conclusion. The sun's rays must have done something to their blood!
Was it possible, then, that all things bore relations to the blood? The garlic, the cross, the mirror, the stake, daylight, the earth some of them slept in? He didn't see how, and yet...
He had to do a lot of reading, a lot of research. It might be just the thing he needed. He'd been planning for a long time, to do it, but lately it seemed as if he'd forgotten it altogether. Now this new idea started the desire again.
He started, the car and raced up the street, turning off into a residential40 section and pulling up before the first house he came to.
He ran up the pathway to the front door, but it was locked and he couldn't force it in. With an impatient growl41, he ran to the next house. The door was open and he ran to the stairs through the darkened living room and jumped up the carpeted steps two at a time.
He found the woman in the bedroom. Without hesitation42, he jerked back the covers and grabbed her by the wrists. She grunted43 as her body hit the floor, and he heard her making tiny sounds in her throat as he dragged her into the hail and started down the stairs.
As he pulled her across the living room, she started to move.
Her hands closed over his wrists and her body began to twist and flop44 on the rug. Her eyes were still closed, but she gasped45 and muttered and her body kept trying to writhe46 out of his grip. Her dark nails dug into his flesh. He tore out of her grasp with a snarl and dragged her the rest of the way by her hair. Usually he felt a twinge when he realized that, but for some. affliction he didn't understand, these people were the same as he. But now an experimental fervor47 had seized him and he could think of nothing else.
Even so, he shuddered49 at the strangled sound of horror she made when he threw her on the sidewalk outside.
She lay twisting helplessly on the sidewalk, hands opening and closing, lips drawn50 back from red-spotted lips.
Robert Neville watched her tensely.
His throat moved. It wouldn't last, the feeling of callous51 brutality52. He bit his lips as he watched her. All right, she's suffering, he argued with himself, but she's one of them and she'd kill me gladly if she got the chance. You've got to look at it that way, it's the only way. Teeth clenched53, he stood there and watched her die.
In a few minutes she stopped moving, stopped muttering, and her hands uncurled slowly like white blossoms on the cement. Robert Neville crouched54 down and felt for her heartbeat. There was none. Already her flesh was growing cold.
He straightened up with a thin smile. It was true, then. He didn't need the stakes. After all this time, he'd finally found a better method.
Then his breath caught. But how did he know the woman was really dead? How could he know until sunset?
The thought filled him with a new, more restless anger.
Why did each question blight55 the answers before it?
He thought about it as he sat drinking a can of tomato juice taken from the supermarket behind which he was parked.
How was he going to know? He couldn't very well stay with the woman until sunset came.
Take her home with you, fool.
Again his eyes closed and he felt a shudder48 of irritation56 go through him. He was missing all the obvious answers today. Now he'd have to go all the way back and find her, and he wasn't even sure where the house was.
He started the motor and pulled away from the parking lot, glancing down at his watch. Three o'clock. Plenty of time to get back before they came. He eased the gas pedal. down and the station wagon pulled ahead faster.
It took him about a half hour to relocate the house. The woman was still in the same position on the sidewalk. Put ting on his gloves, Neville lowered the back gate of the station wagon and walked over to the woman. As he walked, he noticed her figure. No, don't start that again, for God's sake.
He dragged the woman back to the station wagon and tossed her in. Then he closed the gate and took off his gloves. He held up the watch and looked at it. Three o'clock. Plenty of time to—He jerked up the watch and held it against his ear, his heart suddenly jumping.
The watch had stopped.
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