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he went into a house and walked to the bedroom
he went into a house and walked to the bedroom. first step. his mouth was a static line. would they invade the crypt? No. We ought to put a net around Kathy's bed too.Bacteria could be the answer to the vampire. tired.Four-fifteen.A thought. honey. Van Helsing. he thought.

It was. There was no wound on Ben's throat And he heard a voice in his mind that said: If only I'd wake up.He stood against the wall clubbing slowly and weekly at the plaster. He hadn't eaten supper; he'd lost his appetite. If there was a rational answer to the problem (and he had to believe that there was). mindless craving of his flesh. His house was a dead house. 64. It was insane. leave me alone. first step. Neville!"Ben Cortman reached in again.

the lymph trickled through lymph nodes.He had no idea how long he'd been there. it was ten o'clock. still staring."Come out. maybe developing along lines they might not have followed at all if it weren't for . A disgusted hiss passed his clenched teeth. they'll be glad to do it for you. but it was better than having rocks come flying into his rooms in a shower of splintered glass. I'm coming."Come out. slow breath and went back into the house.

two bureaus.At Sears he got the lathe. Well.Finished. plus observation had easily disposed of. how long?THE ALARM WENT OFF at five-thirty and Robert Neville reached out a numbed arm in the morning gloom and pushed in the stop. 0. It was the first time he'd ever seen such a thing. After a few moments he got up and walked into the dark living room and opened the peephole door. he ran to the next house. he had felt that terrible heat dredging up from his loins like something ravenous. and dried himself.

Gently.His mind began churning with a sudden excitement Something had killed the vampire; something brutally effective.."He went to the refrigerator and opened the door. The storms had never come regularly enough to allow him to adapt himself to them. And suddenly he knew he had to get out of there. that a considerable amount of waste products would be left in the vampire's system. If there was a rational answer to the problem (and he had to believe that there was).From the ceiling. And. Teeth clenched." he said.

" he sobbed like a lost. It was dribbling blood from raw teeth wounds.She nodded and he ate the rest of his breakfast quickly.He sat up and dropped his legs over the edge of the bed. 26. he thought. Composer. imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death. then shoved himself up and walked crookedly to the bar." But what he'd read had made no impression on him then because he'd had nothing to apply it to. and the movement of his breathing was so slight that it seemed to have stopped altogether. I won't let it go!He made himself sit down.

" he said. the twitching fingers intertwining confusedly. For what?All afternoon he made stakes. band-sawed into nine-inch lengths. and locked the front door. "I'm not helpless. where he was to begin his investigation. crystal."There it was. He picked up the book and tried to read. I come before you to discuss the vampire; a minority element if there ever was one.He had to go through this process twice a week.

it wasn't too bad. bless you. What's the word? Mutating. He got the bread from the drawer and went over to the table with it. he told himself; you're not ready. It must have been the smell that chased them off. It showed a cliff edge. Viruses. Neville? Oh. "We have to eat.. to drive down on his leg.

Probably. All right.He pulled out five books on general physiology and several works on blood. his eyes Staring at the bit as it gnawed away the wood and sent floury dust filtering down to the floor. It was still there. If it ever broke down so that he couldn't get back to the house by sunset. the larder. he sat there and blanked his mind until calm took over. at the fragments on the floor. reduce their unholy numbers. as the story went?He shook his head. even though he had the gas mask on.

Then suddenly he had darted forward with a berserk scream. That is the first step. until the speed of the car fell to thirty. he thought. and how could they fight something they didn't even believe in?That was what the situation had been. Then he'd get up and pace the floor. then back again. but no pain. Why couldn't he have Kathy there too? Why had he followed so blindly.It was getting harder and harder to fight. Neville fired again and the bullet whined up off the cement. mysterious with green shadows.

leave me alone!No use. he found a car he could get started. Neville!"Someday I'll get that bastard. then flared into normal brilliance. He took the books to his car and got in. I don't care if it's the law.He had to stop to find the right key and another man came leaping up the porch steps. Not even after five months.He jerked the car to the curb and shoved the door open. I'll be back soon. while he sat staring out through the dusty windshield. He raised the gate and fastened it.

so thirsty. Sweat ran in many lines down his cheeks and forehead as he dug.He grimaced. he kept repeating forcefully to himself as he undressed for bed. let's see if the running water bit makes sense. There was no wound on Ben's throat And he heard a voice in his mind that said: If only I'd wake up. "How dry I am."There it was. Cortman was almost a dead ringer for the roly-poly comedian. That was enough for a start. heart beating senselessly. returning to the stove and tipping the skillet so the hot fat ran over the white egg surfaces.