Blackwood Farm Part 59
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"He is," she interjected.
"--are fused with mine, and I lose my equilibrium completely. I'm lost as well in memories, which he either engenders or falls prey to, I don't know which, but we travel back to moments in the crib or the playpen, and I feel only love for him as I must have felt as an infant or a toddler. It's a laughing bliss that I feel. And it's often wordless except for expressions of love, which are rudimentary."
"How long does this last?"
"Moments, seconds," said Lestat for me.
"Yes, and each time is stronger than the one before it," I added. "The last time --it came last night --there was a tug on my heart as well as tiny slas.h.i.+ng wounds, much worse than I've felt before, 304.
and he exited through the window, shattering all the gla.s.s much the same as he did tonight. He's never been so destructive before."
"He has to be destructive now," she said. "He's foolishly increased the material makeup of his being. Whereas once he was almost entirely energy, he now has considerable matter as well, and he can't pa.s.s through solid walls as he once did. On the contrary, he needs a doorway or a window."
"That's exactly right," I said. "I've been witnessing it. I've been feeling the air change, feeling him leave."
She nodded. "It's in our favor that he's subject to gravity, but it's always so with ghosts. It's only more so now with him because he's developed an appet.i.te for blood, and so enc.u.mbered himself. Can you tell me anything else about this fusion?"
I hesitated, then confessed. "It's very pleasurable. It's like. . . like an o.r.g.a.s.m. It's like. . . it's like our contact with our victims. It's like the fusion with them, only it's much much milder."
"Milder?" she asked. "Do you lose your equilibrium when you take your victims?"
"No, no I don't," I answered. "I see your point. But the pleasure isn't as strong with Goblin. I'd admit it if it was. It's confusion I feel, along with mild pleasure."
"Very well. Is there anything more that you can tell me?"
I thought for a long time. "I feel sad," I said, "terribly sad because he's my brother, and he died, and he never had any life except the life I gave him. And now this has occurred, and he can't go on. And I think --I know --I should die with him."
She studied me for several minutes, and so did Lestat, and then Lestat spoke up, his French accent rather sharp as he looked at me: "That's not required, Quinn, and besides, even if you did try to take him with you into death, there's no guarantee that he would go."
"Precisely," said Merrick. "He might well let you go on and remain here to plague someone else. After all, he chose to be with you because you were his brother. But he could move to someone else. As you told Lestat, he's very cunning and he learns quickly." Lestat said, "I don't want you to die, Little Brother."
Merrick smiled. She said, "The Coven Master won't let you die, Little Brother."
"So what do we do?" I asked. I sighed. "What is to be the fate of Little Brother's Little Brother?"
"In a moment I'll explain that," she said, "but let me explain what is happening now when you fuse with him. He is binding not just with you but with the spirit of the vampire inside you. Now, you know the old tales, that we are all the descendants of one parent in whom a pure spirit fused with a mortal, and that all of us to this very day are part of that one pure spirit, carrying in our preternatural bodies the immortal spirit which animates us and gives us our thirst for blood and our ability to live on it."
"Yes," I said.
"Well, your demon brother, being a ghost himself, is very like a spirit, and when he fuses with you now, he fuses with that spirit in you, and he knows a pleasure far greater than any he knew when you were mortal."
"Ah, I see," I said. "Of course."
"He doesn't understand it. He only knows it's like a sweet drug to him, and he drinks of the vampiric blood to experience the supernatural as long and as completely as he can, and only when his endurance is at an end does he release you and vanish into invisibility and weakness again, lulled and dreaming with the blood he's taken."
"Where does he go?"
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She shook her head. "I don't know. He spreads out, losing his shape and his organization. Compare him to a great sea creature who is composed largely of seawater, only with him it's air, and he enjoys the blood as best he can until his energy burns it off, and he must wait for another opportunity, and all this takes time for him, just as appearances and communication have always taken time, as is so with all spirits."
She stopped for a moment and watched me closely, as if to see if I understood. Then she continued.
"The better you understand him, the better it will be for us when I try to send him out of the Earthly Realm, because I can't do it, I don't think, without your full cooperation."
"You have my cooperation," I said. "As for my understanding, I'm trying."
"Are you ready to let him go?" she asked.
"Let him go! Merrick, he killed Aunt Queen. I loathe and despise him! I hate him! I hate myself that I ever nourished him and fostered him! He's betrayed the womb we shared!"
She nodded to this.
The tears rose up in my eyes. I took out my handkerchief, but I had half a mind to let them flow. I was with the two people in the world who wouldn't be stunned by the sight of them.
"So how do we get rid of him?" I asked. "How do we get him out of the Earthly Realm?"
"I'll tell you," Merrick responded. "But first let me ask. When we arrived tonight, I saw a very old cemetery down by the swamp. Lestat said it belonged to you. He said you'd seen spirits there."
"Yes," I replied. "Dumb spirits, spirits that give you nothing." I wiped at my eyes. I felt a little more calm.
"But there are two or three raised tombs there, maybe three feet high."
"There's one that's about that height. The letters are all worn away."
"It's broad?
Long?"
"Both. A rectangle."
"That's good. I want you to lay out wood and coal for a big fire on that tomb. You need plenty of fuel. The fire has to burn really hot and for some time. Then throughout the rest of the cemetery, I want candles. Candles on every grave. You know the kind of candles I mean, thick church candles." (I nodded.) "I'll light the candles. I'll light the fire. Just have these things ready for me. You can have your people do this part if you like, it's not important who does it."
"But surely you don't want them around," said Lestat.
"No, I don't. They have to go away from Blackwood Farm. Everybody."
"What do I tell them?" I asked.
"Tell them the truth," said Merrick. "Tell them that we are holding an exorcism to get rid of Goblin. The ritual is a dangerous one. Goblin in his fury might try to hurt anyone."
"Of course," I said. "But there's one problem. Patsy. Patsy is the only one who might not go."
"Patsy herself has given you the key to her character," said Lestat. "Here." He reached into his pocket and he took out a gold money clip bulging with thousand-dollar bills. "Give her this. Send her with her nurse to a fine hotel in New Orleans."
"Of course," I said again.
"Big Ramona will see that she goes," said Merrick. "You yourself see that everyone else is gone, and sending them to the Windsor Court or the Ritz-Carlton Hotel is a fine idea. I'm sorry I didn't think of it."
"I'll take care of it," I said. "But tell me --the actual exorcism. How are you going to do it?"
"The best way I know how," she said. "My loving friends, the Troop of Beloveds, don't call me a witch for nothing."
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49.
I THIRSTED and I was alone.
I stood beneath the oak tree at the edge of the cemetery. I looked at the tomb which would be our altar tomorrow night.
Clem had known just where he would get our firewood --an old dead oak on the very boundary of the pasture. Tomorrow he'd come back and cut it with the chain saw, and the coal he'd buy in Mapleville. I wasn't to worry about a thing.
And for now he was gone with the rest of them. They had been glad to be going. There had been a positive excitement to their packing and laughter and talking, and rus.h.i.+ng out to the limousine with suitcases, and hollering in the middle of the night.
Tommy had pleaded desperately to be allowed to watch the exorcism. Nash had finally guided him to the car.
Only Patsy had refused to go. Only Patsy had cursed at me and told me she wouldn't go along with my self-centered schemes to get rid of Goblin, only Patsy had remained behind. Finally I had sent Cindy the nurse away.
"I'll take care of her," I had said.
And so the moment had come. It had been so quiet, actually, with the closing of the door of her room.
"What are you doing in here?" she had asked me. "You spoilt brat."
Like a little child she looked in her cream-colored flannel nightgown, with her beauty parlor blond hair in rivulets down each side of her face.
"Get out of here," she had said, "I don't want you here. Get going. I won't leave this house no matter what you do, you little b.a.s.t.a.r.d."
And from her mind came the pure stream of animosity and jealousy, the pure hate she had so keenly expressed.
"I told you I don't want your money! I hate you."
And then behind her, the filmy figure of Rebecca, my long-ago ghost. Hateful ghost, vengeful ghost. Why had she been there? --Rebecca, in her pert lace blouse and full taffeta skirt, smiling. Get away from me, vengeful ghost. Why had she dared to be there? A life for my life. A life for my life. I will not hear you! I will not hear you!
I had picked up Patsy and snapped her neck before she had even become frightened. Killed my mother, my own mother. Big empty eyes. Lipstick. Dead Patsy.
Not a drop of her blood had I drunk.
Did anyone see me carry her over the threshold like a bride? No one, except for Rebecca, vengeful, hateful Rebecca hovering near the graveyard, Rebecca, just a vapor, smiling, exultant, in her pretty dress. A death for my death. A death for my death.
And no one else saw me lay Patsy down in the pirogue. No one saw me go with her limp body out into the deepest waters of the swamp. And there she went down, down beneath the slimy green water --Cotton Candy Patsy no more. Barbie no more. My mother no more.
No one but me felt the s.h.i.+mmer of Rebecca. No one but me heard Rebecca's voice: "Now I count that a real fine vengeance: the life of Patsy for my life." Laughter.
"Get thee behind me, Satan," I had said. "I didn't do this for thee but for me."
And then no more Rebecca, just as there was no more Patsy.
It had been so startling, the ghost gone, and Patsy gone, and the dense deadful swamp so empty.
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Mothergone.
The gators had moved in the water. Eat up Mother.
I had gone back alone to the empty cemetery.
Hours had pa.s.sed.
And the blood of my mother was on my hands though there was no blood. And I would lie when I had to tell about her leaving, as I had lied about so much else, Quinn the killer of his own mother, Quinn the killer of the womb that bore him, Quinn the killer of so many, Quinn the killer of the bride, Quinn who had carried his mother over the threshold, Quinn who had sunk Patsy in the waters of the swamp.
I was alone now on Blackwood Farm.
And such a thing had never, ever happened, my being alone on this my land. And I stood beneath the oak looking at the tomb on which the altar would be laid, and wondering if the evil creature Goblin whom my little brother had become, the killer of Aunt Queen, could really be forced into the Light.
I closed my eyes. How I thirsted. But it was almost morning. I couldn't hunt. I hadn't the stamina. And tomorrow night, how could I do such a thing? Yet I had to do it before we began. How foolish had been my planning that I hadn't put aside my sorrow and my murdering hate, and gone before now.
Why did I linger by the little cemetery? What was I trying to remember? Where were the mute ones who had long ago gazed on me in my innocent years? Why did they not come this morning as the sky turned purple and pink to tell me that I belonged with the dead?
Maybe the sun wasn't as painful as the fire. But how could I do my part in destroying Goblin by merely walking into the morning? I needed courage. I needed strength.
I have it for you. Come into my arms.
I turned around. It was Lestat. I obeyed his command. I felt his arms tighten as he closed them. I felt his hand on the back of my head.
Kiss me, young one. Take what you need. It's mine to give.
I pressed my teeth to his skin. I felt the surface give and the boiling blood fill my mouth and flood down my throat. I felt it, potent and divine. For a long moment the pure physical power of it overcame all imagery, but then there rose a deluge of pictures, vivid and high tempo and neon brilliant, a roaring carousel of life, the shuffling of centuries, the panoply without end of magnificent sensations, and at last, a jungle of myriad colors and flowers and the tender, pulsing core of his heart, his pure heart, his heart for me, his heart and nothing more could ever be wanted, nothing evermore.
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SUMMER NIGHT. The sun didn't set until six-thirty. Quiet lay over Blackwood Farm.
Clem had banked the firewood high around the entire tomb, and wood and coal were layered on top of it. And everywhere stood the candles.
Merrick was there in a lovely full-skirted dress of black cotton with long sleeves, and beads of jet around her throat. Her hair was free. And she carried with her a very large bag covered with fancy and glittering beadwork with two grips for handles, which she carefully set beside one of the tombs, and she made the Sign of the Cross and laid her hand respectfully on that grave, which was to be the 308.
altar.
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