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adventures.” He looked down at the dying girl. “Enjoy it while
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my dear, and grow brutally dull. Believe me, you will soon learn
that you are doomed, as am I, to unrelenting misery.”
She gasped as though he had slapped her. “How can you say
that?”
“Because I have lived almost two hundred years, and I know
it to be true!”
Grasping his cape, her eyes dark and her lips drawn tight,
she bit out her words.
“Don’t . . . don’t think you can ignore me. I brought you
back with my own blood. In time you will see that you cannot
exist without me.”
He wondered if that were true.
“And I will never leave you.”
“Th
en
I
must leave
you
.”
“How can you be so ungrateful?”
“You restored the curse! I despise you for that!”
He wrenched himself free, but she was too quick for him
and again blocked his way. She fell to her knees.
“Wait! Don’t go without me. We can have our lives and our
happiness for all eternity. I gave up my life to make you what you
are now. We belong together.” She lifted herself into his arms
and he could feel weakness trickle through him. She was stron-
ger, perhaps because she was more determined. Her obsession
fed her passion whereas he was drained of any feeling. As she
caressed him, he felt hopelessly ensnared, and— as he had in his
coffi
n— unable to breathe. With a determined eff ort, he pulled
away and placed his hands on her wrists.
“Julia, this is pointless. Set me free, now, or we are both
damned.”
Carefully stepping over the wretched girl, he avoided her
pleading eyes as he climbed the narrow stairway to the vast
underground basement. Easing the portal open, he felt a blast
of stale air, all the time aware of Julia still standing in the secret room, willing him to turn back. She whispered one last word.
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“Never . . .”
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He could sense her power draining him, and his knees felt
weak as he shut the door on her face— a face he never wanted to
see again.
Th
e basement smelled of rat feces, and it was cluttered with
dusty stacks of magazines and house keeping paraphernalia—
brooms and mops, sacks of rags, and old paint cans. Th
eir room
beneath the stair was well hidden but too close to the family
living in the house. He fi ngered the key to their secret portal
and thought of simply locking her in. He hesitated, feeling his
hands open and close, one still gripping his cane.
Breathing hard, he made his way through the debris and
searched among the gardening tools for what would be needed.
He caught sight of a hay rake with fi ve tines and a sharpened
hoe; shears and clippers; a heavy shovel; and rolls of wire fenc-
ing. A dusty carpenter’s bench displayed tools more purposeful,
various wrenches and screwdrivers, hammers, and boxes of
screws and nails. Near old bags of solidifi ed cement and a pile of discarded lumber lay a few iron stakes. Any of these would do.
His patience was exhausted, and better to snatch the mo-
ment when his ire was rich. Th
e stake was rough in his hand,
decayed with rust, and a mallet lay on the bench. An open pad-
lock he had found earlier, the key still inserted, hung from a nail on the wall; and, in a shadowy corner, behind some wooden skis,
a child’s sled beckoned, and a tangle of rusty snow chains tum-
bled out of a cardboard box.
When he slid open the door again to his chamber, Julia was
feeding. All about her were strewn the bruised lilies— crimson
pollen staining the petals— as if she had ripped them in anger.
Th
e fl ames of the candles had died; only one still fl ickered in its pool of wax. It cast her shadow on the wall, rising and falling as
she drank. She was lying awkwardly on top of the girl with her
dress draped over the body, and her copper hair falling across a
face now frozen in death.
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Watching her, Barnabas was revolted by a feeling of nausea;
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he could see her only as a refl ection of his own morbidity. Des-
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peration fl owed through him like an electrical current. How
could he spend eternity with her, ever to be reminded of his
own loathsome nature, to see it mirrored in another— and one
who enslaved him— leaving him with no will of his own?
Th
e lady with the unicorn gazed down at him with a mel-
ancholy smile, bestowing her blessing. She stood in her brocaded
gown among her rabbits and birds, her serenity a challenge and a
taunt, the snowy beast curled by her side.
Barnabas gathered his courage, and, fl oating behind Julia,
raised the stake. Finding his mark, he hesitated, and then real-
ized in a rush that he had to do nothing; Julia’s naiveté had done
it for him. She had succumbed to the vampire’s drunkenness
and was sucking the girl dry, already drawing death from her
victim’s veins.
Only sipping up until now, tasting the nectar from so many
vines, she had never learned that she must cease before draining
the fi nal glass. She knew to make a new vampire one must stop
just before the heart stops and then feed the victim with one’s
own blood. Th
at was the way she had brought him back. She had
ripped open her own neck for him and leaned in to let him drink.
But did she know to kill a victim and not become mortally
ill, one must never drink from a corpse? A vampire rarely fed
until the body was drained because he was satiated long before
then, but Julia’s bitterness and her anger with Barnabas must
have stunted her reason. Or, perhaps she did not know. Th
ere
was no one to tell her, and she had drowned her sorrows in this
excess. Now, he thought with a chuckle, rather than putting an
end to her, it was up to him to save her.
He bent forward and placed a hand on her shoulder, gently
pulling her loose. Julia groaned and rolled over, her hands
grasping the air. Her mouth was slack, her face smeared with
blood. Her eyelids fl uttered, and her eyes grew soft.
“Barnabas,” she whispered, “my love. You came back for me.”
“Yes . . .” He leaned over and lifted her into his arms. She
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coffi
n, and after he settled her on the satin, he placed the paper-
thin body of the dead girl beside her. Julia stretched in luxuriant ease, smiling up at him, her eyes barely focusing.
“Come, my dearest,” she said in a slurred voice. “Lie with me.”
“Yes, I am coming. In a minute. Sleep now.” He reached for
the lid and only glimpsed her puzzled look the moment before
he slammed it shut.
Enormous strength fl owed through him, enough to resist
her upward thrust. But still she fought like a tiger, the casket
rocking with her struggles as again and again she forced the lid
a gap, enough for him to catch sight of her wild eyes and hear
her frantic screeching. He threw off his cape, climbed up on the
casket, and knelt on the bucking lid. Th
en with a mighty heave
he jammed it tight and held it there.
Th
e fi rst nail and the second slid in with single blows, and
Julia’s muffl
ed wails were soon drowned out by the sounds of
the hammer rattling down, pounding in nail after nail. Breath-
ing heavily now, his heart ready to explode, Barnabas reached
for the chains and hoisted them on the coffi
n, encircling it again
and again, until all that was left was to attach the padlock.
After donning his cloak he made for the stair, but something
jerked him back. His heart clenched. Had she escaped and got
hold of him? But he saw he had only nailed a corner of his cape
between the lid and the coffi
n. Th
e unicorn maidens watched in
amusement as he ripped off a piece of the fabric in order to free
himself. With a fi nal look back at the silent room, he bolted the
door, dragged the cement sacks against it, and tossed the key
into a corner of the basement before he fl ed.
Still shaking from the brutality of his deed, Barnabas crept
stealthily up the basement stair and through the quiet
kitchen. When he emerged into the outside world, he was awe-
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struck with wonder. Th
e grounds had been transformed into an
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endless ocean of white. Collinwood’s vast lawn was blanketed
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by a heavy snow that obscured every shrub and wall and walk-
way. It was still twilight, and rising early behind the feathered
trees was an enormous bloodred moon.
Realizing that Julia had risked daylight to bring him a vic-
tim ignited a fl icker of guilt, but he shrugged it away. He was
thankful to be rid of her. As he savored his freedom, he breathed
in the frozen air along with the odors of warm- blooded animals
that wafted out of the forest. Hunger gnawed in his gut, and he
thought of Antoinette.
As he moved quietly toward the front of the great house, he
remembered that she had a daughter, Jacqueline. What would
become of her if her mother disappeared? Would he be obli-
gated to care for her as well? Th
e thought made him uncomfort-
able. An oddly mysterious girl, she had fascinated him in ways
he did not understand, although he had only spoken to her once
or twice. He knew his young cousin David had developed aff ec-
tion for her, and he had told Barnabas he believed her when she
said she had lived past lives. Barnabas felt a pang of sympathy
when he thought of David, and he worried about a teenage ro-
mance that could threaten the Collins heritage.
Still disturbing was the memory of a journey back in time
with Antoinette— to Salem during the dreadful witch trials— in
a misguided eff ort to save a girl she said was her daughter— a girl accused of witchcraft. He could still picture the black- robed
parishioners who sent the young woman to her death and her
enraged benediction from the scaff old:
If you take away my life,
God will give you blood to drink.
He remembered she had cursed all her judges, and one of
them had been a Collins. Could she be the same girl who lived
now with Antoinette? And was she a threat to David, Barnabas
wondered, as the boy’s welfare and happiness were his only con-
cern. In spite of his unnatural state, Barnabas was still a Col-
lins, and he had vowed to always watch over his young cousin,
the last in the line.
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e full moon glimmering behind the trees jarred his
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memory and pricked what was left of his conscience. He remem-
bered he had one errand to complete before he could go to the
Old House. During his time as a human he had made many
mistakes in judgment, but one had been especially grievous. He
had stolen a token of power that belonged to another, and if it
was still where he had hidden it, he should return it to its right-
ful own er. As a vampire once again, he must respect those who
were also immortal.
He fl ew freely through the trees behind Collinwood and a
luminous blanket of snow stretched out beneath him. Th
e un-
blemished earth was so bright it could have been day— a day
with many shades of black and gray tinged with gold. Th
e moon
was a Wolf Moon, the fi rst moon in January, rising at dusk, and
so brilliant that it pained his eyes to look at it. Below was the
graveyard, the home of all his memories, and he could not help
but wish he were there among the dreaming dead, asleep in a
tomb like some fortunate soul at rest.
He settled where the snow- topped statues were like robed
phantoms poised to leap and dance. Yielding to a sentimental
whim, he fi rst stopped to visit a white marble tombstone, and,
with his long cape spread out over the snow, he scraped the in-
scription with his shoe. It was an indiff erent gesture, but when he exposed the name—
Josette
—he felt a twinge of remorse. Th
ere she
lay, his beloved, so rudely taken, and he was somewhat surprised
that he still remembered her with regret. Perhaps, in spite of a
mind poisoned by bitterness, he had not gone completely numb.
He could still see her coming through the garden. She was