It was on the night in Barbados when Lestat came to see me, and decided to make me a vampire against my will. I've put the mask into the vault, in a sealed box, under my name, Merrick told me.I suggest we leave it there. Would it do no good to speak to her? Would it do no good to tell her that she's dead? It seemed to me, as I was losing the battle to live, let alone the battle to be mortal, that I saw the cave spirit standing near me with his arms out, and I saw pain in his face. How beautiful Louisiana can be in winter. Giant green elephant ear and purple flowering orchid plants were growing everywhere. I saw blossoms of pink and red and white which I never forgot. Later, Merrick and I walked in the garden, which was filled with lush beautiful dark-leafed camillias, which thrive in the winter, even through light frost. And as he drained my blood to the very point of death, it was the bronze-skinned spirit of the cave whom I glimpsed as my eyes closed.
I don't know if my prayers were heard by my orisha, but the room was suddenly assailed by small spirits, none of whom could frighten or hinder Lestat in any way. I called on my orisha, Oxalá, in the old Portuguese Candomble tongue. There is not a great deal more to be said.Īt some point in this vain attempt to save myself from the vampiric blood, I called on God, the angels, anyone who might help me. I won't touch the mask again if I can help it, believe me.īut let me finish my tale of Merrick. I'm tired, oh so tired of grieving for Honey. I was ten years old when she was murdered. She wants to use me, and that I won't allow. I don't want to see Honey anymore she said under her breath.I told you. By then, I saw only Lestat and I knew my soul was entering on yet another adventure, one which would carry me forward beyond my most appalling dreams.Īfter a week of convalescence in the New Orleans Motherhouse, I dressed in my usual tweed suit and came downstairs for breakfast, with the other members assembled there.Īs a matter of fact, I did see this spirit again. I remember nothing until the moment when Lestat's supernatural blood flooded my mouth.
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