Let The Right One In Part 35

With the exception of Oskar, two people got off at Blackeberg, from other subway cars. An older guy he didn't recognize and then a rockabilly guy who appeared very drunk. The rockabilly guy walked up to the older guy and shouted: "Hey man, spare a cigarette?"

"Sorry, don't smoke."

The rockabilly guy didn't appear to hear more than the negative, because he drew a ten kronor note from his pocket and waved it around. "I got ten! One stick is all I need, man."

The guy shook his head and walked away. The rockabilly guy stood still, swaying, and when Oskar walked past he lifted his head and said: "You!" But his eyes narrowed, he focused them on Oskar, and then he shook his head. "No. Nothing. Go in peace, brother." Oskar kept going up the stairs, up into the subway station. Wondered if the rockabilly guy was planning to pee on the electric rail. The older guy went out through the exit doors. Except for the ticket collector in his booth, Oskar was alone in the station.

Everything was so different at night. The photo shop, florist, and clothing store in the station were dark. The ticket collector sat with his feet up on the counter, reading something. So quiet. The clock on the wall said a few minutes past two. He should be lying in bed now. Sleeping. Should at the very least be sleepy. But no. He was so tired his body felt hollow, but it was a hollowness filled with electricity. Not sleepiness.

A door down by the platform was thrown open and he heard the rockabilly guy's voice from down there: "And bow down, you officers in your helmets and batons..."

Same song he had been singing. He chuckled and started to run. Ran out the doors, down the hill toward the school, past it and the parking lot. It had started to snow again and the large flakes squelched the heat in his face. He looked up as he was running. The moon was still there, peeking out between the houses.

Once he was in the courtyard he stopped, caught his breath. Almost all the windows were dark, but wasn't there a faint light coming from behind the blinds of Eli's apartment?

What will she look like?

He walked up the sloping yard, glancing at his own dark window. The normal Oskar was lying in there, sleeping. Oskar... pre-Eli. The one with the p.i.s.sball in his underpants. That was something he had done away with, didn't need any longer.

Oskar unlocked the door to his building and walked through the base-ment corridor over to hers, did not not stop to see if the stain was still on the floor. Just walked past it. It didn't exist any longer. He had no mom, no dad, no earlier life, he was simply ... here. He walked through the door, up the stairs. stop to see if the stain was still on the floor. Just walked past it. It didn't exist any longer. He had no mom, no dad, no earlier life, he was simply ... here. He walked through the door, up the stairs.

Stood there on the landing, looking at the worn wooden door, the empty name plate. Behind that door. Behind that door.

He had imagined he was going to dash up the stairs, make a dive for the bell. Instead he sat down on the next to last step, next to the door. What if she didn't want him to come?

After all, she was the one who had run away from him. She would maybe tell him to go away, that she wanted to be left alone, that she ... The bas.e.m.e.nt storage room. Tommy's gang.

He could sleep there, on the couch. They weren't there at night, were they? Then he could see Eli tomorrow evening, like normal.

But it won't be like normal.

He stared at the doorbell. Things would not simply return to normal. Something big had to be done. Like running away, hitchhiking, making your way home in the middle of the night to show that it was . .. important. What he was scared of was not not that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No-it was that she might push him away. that maybe she was a creature who survived by drinking other people's blood. No-it was that she might push him away.

He rang the bell.

A shrill sound rang out inside the apartment, stopped abruptly when he let go of the b.u.t.ton. He stood there, waiting. Rang it again, longer this time. Nothing. Not even a sound.

She wasn't home.

Oskar sat still on the step while disappointment sank like a stone to his stomach. And he suddenly felt so tired, so very tired. He got up slowly, walked down the stairs. Halfway down he had an idea. Stupid, but why not. Walked up to her door again and with short and long tones of the doorbell he spelled out her name in Morse code.

Short. Pause. Short, long, short, short. Pause. Short, short. E . . . L...I... Waited. No sound from the other side. He turned to leave when he heard her voice.

"Oskar? Is that you?"

And so it was, after all; joy exploded inside his chest like a rocket blasting off through his mouth with an altogether too-loud: "Yes!"

In order to have something to do, Maud Carlberg got herself a cup of coffee from the room behind the reception desk, sat down at the darkened counter. She should have finished her s.h.i.+ft an hour ago but the police had asked her to wait.

A couple of men-not dressed like police officers-were painstakingly brus.h.i.+ng a kind of powder onto the floor where the little girl had walked in her bare feet.

The policeman who had questioned her about what the girl had said, done, what she looked like, had not been friendly. The whole time Maud got the impression from the tone in his voice that she had done the wrong thing. But how could she have known?

Henrik, one of the security guards, whose s.h.i.+ft often overlapped with hers, came over to the reception desk and pointed at her cup of coffee.

"For me?"

"If you like."

Henrik picked up the cup, took a sip, and looked out into the hall. Apart from the men who were brus.h.i.+ng the floor for prints there was also a uniformed policeman who was talking to a taxi driver.

"A lot of people tonight."

"I don't understand any of it. How did she get up there?"

"No idea. They're working on it. Looks like she climbed up the walls."

"But surely that's not possible."

"No."

Henrik took a bag of licorice boats out of his pocket and held them out to her. Maud shook her head and Henrik took three boats, put them in his mouth, and shrugged apologetically.

"I stopped smoking. Put on four kilos in two weeks." He made a face.

"Christ. You should have seen him."

"Him... the murderer?"

"Yes. It had splattered ... over the whole wall. And his face ... s.h.i.+t. If I ever have to kill myself it'll be pills. Just think about the guys who do the autopsy. To have to-"

"Henrik."

"Yes?"

"Stop."

Eli was standing in the open door. Oskar was sitting on the step. In one hand he was squeezing the handle of the bag, like he was prepared to leave at any moment. Eli pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear. She looked completely healthy. A little girl, unsure of herself. She looked down at her hands, said in a low voice: "Are you coming?"

"Yes."

Eli nodded almost imperceptibly, fidgeting with her fingers. Oskar was still sitting on the step.

"Can I. . . come in?"

"Yes."

The devil flew into him. He said: "Say that I can come in." Eli lifted her head, made an attempt to say something, but didn't. She started to close the door a little, stopped. s.h.i.+fted her weight between her bare feet, then said: "You can come in."

She turned and walked into the apartment, Oskar followed, closing the door behind him. He put the bag down in the hall, took off his jacket and hung it on the hat shelf with little hooks underneath where, he noted, nothing else was hanging.

Eli was standing in the door to the living room with her arms limp at her sides. She was wearing panties and a red T-s.h.i.+rt with the words IRON MAIDEN on it, over a picture of the skeleton monster they had on their alb.u.ms. Oskar thought he recognized it. Had seen it in the trash room at some point. Was it the same one?

Eli was studying her dirty feet.

"Why did you say that?"

"You said it."

"Yes. Oskar ..."

She hesitated. Oskar stayed in the same position, with his hand on the jacket he had just hung up. He looked at the jacket as he asked: "Are you a vampire?"

She wrapped her arms around her body, slowly shook her head.

"I... live on blood. But I am not... that."

"What's the difference?"

She looked him in the eyes and said somewhat more forcefully: "There's a very big difference."

Oskar saw her toes tense, relax, tense. Her naked legs were very thin, where the T-s.h.i.+rt stopped he could see the edge of a pair of white panties. He gestured to her. "Are you kind of... dead?" dead?" She smiled for the first time since he had arrived. She smiled for the first time since he had arrived.

"No. Can't you tell?"

"No, but... I mean . . . did you die once, a long time ago?"

"No, but I've lived for a long time."

"Are you old?" old?"

"No. I'm only twelve. But I've been that for a long time."

"So you are old, inside. In your head."

"No, I'm not. That's the only thing I still think is strange. I don't understand it. Why I never ... in a way... get any older than twelve." Oskar thought about it, stroking the arm of his jacket.

"Maybe that's just it, though."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean ... you can't understand why you're only twelve years old, because you are are twelve years old." twelve years old."

Eli frowned. "Are you saying I'm stupid?"

"No, just a bit slow. Like kids are."

"I see. How are you doing with the Cube?"

Oskar snorted, met her gaze, and remembered that thing about her pupils. Now they looked normal but they had looked really strange before, hadn't they? But still... it was too much. Couldn't believe it.

"Eli. You're just making all this up, aren't you?"

Eli stroked the skeleton monster on her belly, let her hand stop right over the monster's gaping mouth.

"Do you still want to be blood brothers?"

Oskar took half a step back.

"No."

She looked up at him. Sad, almost accusing.

"Not like that. that. Don't you understand . . . that. . ." She stopped. Oskar finished her sentence for her. Don't you understand . . . that. . ." She stopped. Oskar finished her sentence for her.

"That if you had wanted to kill me you would have done it a long time ago."

Eli nodded. Oskar took another half step back. How quickly could he get out the door? Should he leave the bag behind? Eli didn't seem to notice his anxiety, his impulse to flee. Oskar stayed put, his muscles tensed.

"Will I get... infected?"

Still looking down at the monster on her T-s.h.i.+rt, Eli shook her head. "I don't want to infect anyone. Least of all you."

"What is it then? This alliance."

She lifted her head to the point where she thought his face would be, saw that he was no longer there. Hesitated. Then walked up to him, took his head between her hands. Oskar let her do it. Eli looked ... blank. Distant. But no hint of that face he had seen in the cellar. Her fingertips brushed against his ears. A sense of calm welled up quietly inside of his body.

Let it happen.

No matter what.

Eli's face was twenty centimeters from his own. Her breath smelled funny, like the shed where his dad kept metal sc.r.a.ps and parts. Yes. She smelled ... rusty. The tip of her finger stroked his ear. She whispered: "I'm all alone. No one knows. Do you want to?" Yes. She quickly brought her face up to his, sealed her lips over his upper lip, held it firm with a light, steady pressure. Her lips were warm and dry. Saliva started in his mouth and when he closed his own lips around her lower one it moistened it, softened. They carefully tasted each others'

lips, let them glide over each other, and Oskar disappeared into a warm darkness that gradually lightened, became a large room, a large room in a castle with a table in the middle laden with food, and Oskar ...

... runs up to the delicacies, starts to eat from the platters with his hands. runs up to the delicacies, starts to eat from the platters with his hands. Around him there are other children, big and small. Everyone eats from Around him there are other children, big and small. Everyone eats from the table. At the far end of the table there is a ... man?. . . woman .. . the table. At the far end of the table there is a ... man?. . . woman .. .

. . . person wearing what has to be a wig. An enormous mane of hair covers the persons head. The person is holding a gla.s.s filled with a dark covers the persons head. The person is holding a gla.s.s filled with a dark red liquid, comfortably reclining in the chair, sipping from the gla.s.s and red liquid, comfortably reclining in the chair, sipping from the gla.s.s and nodding encouragingly to Oskar. nodding encouragingly to Oskar.

They eat and eat. Farther away, against a wall, Oskar can see people in poor clothes anxiously following the events at the table. He sees a poor clothes anxiously following the events at the table. He sees a woman with a brown shawl over her head and her hands clamped tight woman with a brown shawl over her head and her hands clamped tight over her stomach and Oskar thinks, "Mama. over her stomach and Oskar thinks, "Mama. " " Then there is the ding of a gla.s.s and all attention is directed toward the Then there is the ding of a gla.s.s and all attention is directed toward the man at the far end of the table. He stands up. Oskar is afraid of him. His man at the far end of the table. He stands up. Oskar is afraid of him. His mouth is small, thin, unnaturally red. His face is chalk white. Oskar feels mouth is small, thin, unnaturally red. His face is chalk white. Oskar feels saliva run out the corner of his mouth; a little flap of flesh has loosened saliva run out the corner of his mouth; a little flap of flesh has loosened from the inside of his cheek towards the front; he runs his tongue over it. from the inside of his cheek towards the front; he runs his tongue over it. The man is holding up a suede bag. With an elegant motion he opens the The man is holding up a suede bag. With an elegant motion he opens the hand holding the bag shut and then out roll two large white dice. It hand holding the bag shut and then out roll two large white dice. It echoes in the large room when the two dice roll, come to a stop. The echoes in the large room when the two dice roll, come to a stop. The man takes up the dice in his hand, holds them out to Oskar and the other man takes up the dice in his hand, holds them out to Oskar and the other children. children.

The man opens his mouth to say something hut at that moment the little flap of flesh falls out ofOskar's mouth and. flap of flesh falls out ofOskar's mouth and. .. ..