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If she'd never left them, she'd be with the to see Lestat on the stage TheyLeastways, if they had ever gotten there If so

And what the hell was she doing now backtracking? Maybe she should have gone along out west Two nights, that was all that was left

Hell, maybe she'd rent a motel room when the concert happened, so she could watch it on TV But before that, she had to find soo on alone

How to find the Central West End Where was it?

This boulevard looked fa cop would start after her She'd outrun hi just one of those damn sons-a-bitches on a lonely road But the fact was she didn't want to be chased out of St Louis

Now this looked like so she knew Yeah, this was the Central West End or whatever they called it and she turned off now to the right and went down an old street with those big cool leafy trees all around her Made her think of her rass, the clouds Little sob in her throat

If she just wasn't so daates, yeah, this was the street Killer had told her that Dead guys never really forget anything Her brain would be like a little coreat big iron gates, opened wide and covered with dark green ivy Guess they never really close up "a private place "

She slowed to a ruether Too noisy in this dark valley of et off to walk her bike Her legs weren't long enough to do it any other way But that was OK She liked walking in these deep dead leaves She liked this whole quiet street

Boy, if I was a big city vaht, and then far off down the street, she saw the coven house, saw the brick walls and the white Moorish arches Her heart was really going!

Burnt up!

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At first she didn't believe it! Then she saas true all right, big streaks of black on the bricks, and the s all blown out, not a pane of glass left anywhere Jesus Christ! She was going crazy She walked her bike up closer, biting her lip so hard she could taste her own blood Just look at it Who the hell was doing it! Teeny bits of glass all over the lawn and even in the trees so the whole place was kind of sparkling in a way that huht wood It was just hanging there

She was going to cry! She was going to start screa Not a real sound, but the things that Killer had taught her to listen for There was a Dead guy in there!

She couldn't believe her luck, and she didn't give a da in there Yeah, somebody in there It was real faint She went a few ht but so And as she stood there, heart hao in, soht at her

Praise the Lord, she whispered And he wasn't no jerkoff in a three-piece suit, either No, he was a young kid, maybe no more than two years older than her when they did it to him, and he looked real special Like he had silver hair for one thing, just real pretty short curly gray hair, and that always looked great on a young person And he was tall too, about six feet, and skinny, a real elegant guy, the way she saw it He had an icy look to his skin it was so white, and he wore a dark brown turtleneck shirt, real smooth across his chest, and a fancy cut brown leather jacket and pants, nothing at all like biker leather Really boss, this guy, and cuter than any Dead guy in the Fang Gang