anner.bloodandgold-第8章
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s awful unendurable
bination of illumination and music。
〃What do they do but move about clumsily together？〃 Thorne asked。
〃Do the same；〃 said Marius。 〃Move slowly as you drink。 Let the music and the blood talk to you。〃
Thorne laughed again。 Suddenly with a wild bit of nerve he rose and made his way around the edges of the crowded dance floor to the women who were already looking eagerly towards him。 He chose the dark…haired of the three； because women with dark eyes and dark hair had always fascinated him。 Also she was the eldest and least likely to be
chosen by a man； and he did not mean to leave her harmed by his interest。
At once she rose； and he held her small limp hands in his and guided her out onto the polished floor； the relentless music suggesting nothing but an easy senseless rhythm； which she took up immediately and awkwardly； her fine delicate shoes clicking on the wood。 〃Oh； but your hands are cold！〃 she said。
〃I'm so sorry！〃 he declared。 〃You must forgive me。 I've been in the snow too long。〃
Yea gods； he must be careful not to hurt her。 What a simple trusting being she was； with her eyes and mouth sloppily painted； and her cheeks rouged； her breasts thrust forward and held in place by tight straps beneath her black silk dress。
Boldly she pressed against him。 And he； enfolding her as gently as he could； bent down to sink his tiny fangs most secretively into her neck。 Dream； my precious one。； dream of beautiful things。 I forbid you to be afraid or to remember。
Ah； the blood。 After so long； it came； the blood pumped by her urgent little heart； her defenseless little heart！ He lost the thread of her swoon and entered his own。 He saw his red…haired Maker。 And in a hushed moan he actually spoke aloud to the woman in his grip。 Give me all。 But this was wrong and he knew it。
Quickly he pulled away； only to find that Marius stood beside him with a hand on his shoulder。
As he let the woman go； she looked at him with glossy drowsy eyes； and he turned her in a rapid circle； laughing again； ignoring the course of blood through his veins； ignoring the weakness for more blood that overtook him。 On and on they danced； as clumsy as the other couples。 But he was so thirsty for more。
At last she wanted to return to her little table。 She was sleepy。 She Wouldn't think why。 He must forgive her。 He bowed and nodded； and he kissed her hand innocently。
Only one woman of the trio remained。 Marius was now dancing with the other。 Thorne offered his hand to that last of the three women； and vowed that this time he would need no guardian。
She was stronger than her friend。 Her eyes were lined in black like an Egyptian； and she wore a deeper red on her lips； and her blond hair was full of silver。
〃Are you the man of my dreams？〃 she asked him； raising her voice boldly over the music。 She would have taken him with her upstairs in the inn at this moment。
〃Perhaps so；〃 he said； 〃if you let me kiss you；〃 and caressing her tightly； he sank his teeth quickly into her neck； drinking hard and fast； and then letting her go； watching her drift and smile； cunning； yet sweet； unaware of what had happened to her。
There was no getting much blood from these three。 They were too gentle。 Round and round he turned her in the dance； wanting
desperately to steal another drink but not daring to do it。
He felt the blood pounding inside him； but it wanted more blood。 His hands and feet were now painfully cold。
He saw that Marius was seated again at their table and talking to a hulking heavily dressed mortal who sat beside him。 Marius had his arm over the creature's shoulder。
Finally Thorne took the pretty woman back to her place。 How tenderly
she looked at him。
〃Don't go；〃 she said。 〃Can't you stay with me？〃
〃No； my dearest；〃 he said。 He felt the monster in him as he gazed down at her。 And backing away； he turned and made his way to Marius。
The music made him wobbly on his feet。 How dreary it was； how persistent。
Marius was drinking from the man as the man bent over near him as if listening to whispered secrets。 At last Marius released him and righted him in his chair。
〃It will take too many here；〃 said Thorne。
His words were inaudible in the din of the electric music but he knew that Marius could hear him。
Marius nodded。 〃Then we seek the Evil Doer； friend； and we feast；〃 said Marius。 He sat still as he scanned the room； as if listening to each and every mind。
Thorne did the same； probing steadily with the Mind Gift； but all he could hear was the electric confusion of the music makers； and the desperate need of the pretty woman who still looked at him。 How much he wanted her。 But he could not take such an innocent creature； and his friend would forsake him if he did； and that was more important
perhaps than his own conscience。
〃e；〃 said Marius。 〃Another place。〃
Out into the night they went again。 It was only a few short paces to a large gambling den； this one rilled with the green tables on which men play the game of craps； and on which the wheels spun for the all…important winning numbers。
〃There； you see；〃 said Marius； pointing with his gloved finger at a tall gaunt black…haired young man who had withdrawn from the game； holding his cold glass of ale in his hand； only watching。 〃Take him into the corner。 There are so many places along the wall。〃
Immediately Thorne went to it。 With a hand on the young man's shoulder he looked into his eyes。 He must be able now to use the old Spell Gift which so many blood drinkers were lacking。 〃You e with me；〃 he said。 〃You've been waiting for me。〃 It reminded him of old hunts and old battles。
He saw the mist in the young man's eyes； he saw the memory vanish。 The young man went with him to the bench along the wall； and there they sat together。 Thorne massaged the neck with thumb and fingers before he drank； thinking quietly within himself； Now your life will be mine； and then he sank his teeth deep and he drew easily and slowly with all his power。
The flood poured into his soul。 He saw the dingy images of rampant crime； of other lives snuffed out by his victim with no thought of judgment or punishment。 Give me only your blood。 He felt the heart inside the man burst。 And then he released the body； and let it lie back against the wall。 He kissed the wound； letting a bit of his own blood heal it。
Waking from the dream of the feast； he gazed about the dim smoky room； so full of strangers。 How alien all humans seemed； and how hopeless their plight。 Cursed as he was； he could not die； but death was breathing on all of them。
Where was his Marius？ He couldn't find him！ He rose from the
ench； eager to get away from the victim's soiled and ugly body； and he
moved into the press again； stumbling full on a hard…faced； cruel man
who took the nudge as an opportunity for a quarrel。
〃You pushing me； man？〃 said the mortal with narrow hateful eyes as he gazed at Thorne。
〃e now；〃 said Thorne； probing the mind； 〃have you killed men just for pushing you？〃
〃I have；〃 said the other； his mouth in a cruel sneer。 〃I'll kill you too； if you don't get out of here。〃
〃But let me give you my kiss；〃 said Thorne； and clutching this one by the shoulders he bent to sink his teeth as the others aroun him； totally unaware of the secret fangs； laughed at this intimate and
puzzling gesture。 He drew a rich draught。 Then licked the place artfully
The hateful stranger was baffled and weakended； and tottered on his feet。 His friends continued to laugh。
Quickly Thorne made his way out of the place and into the snow and there he found Marius waiting for him。 The wind was stronger than before； but the snow itself had stopped falling。
〃The thirst is so strong now；〃 said Thorne。 〃When I slept in the ice； I kept it like a beast chained up； but now it rules me。 Once begun； I can't stop。 I want more even now。〃
〃Then more you'll have。 But kill you can't。 Not even in such a city as large as this。 e； follow me。〃
Thorne nodded。 He had already killed。 He looked at Marius； confessing this crim
