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He bought the vaentlemen blood drinkers like the Vampire Lestat Maybe he hiain, it would be a co, even if the so didn't really exist

In London, past ht in a darkened store, he found his va patent leather shoes; a shirt as stiff as new papyrus with a white silk tie And oh, the black velvet cloak,down to the very floor

He did graceful turns before the mirrors How the Vampire Lestat would have envied hi; he was real He brushed out his thick black hair for the first tilass cases and anointed his and cuff links of gold

Noas beautiful, as he had once been in other garo And immediately in the streets of London people adored hi to do They followed hi, now and then, and winking his eye Even when he killed it was better The victi a vision, as if understanding He would bend-as the Vaently, fro the victim apart

Of course this was all a joke There was so to do with being a blood drinker, that was the dark secret, nothing to do with the faint things he only half remembered, now and then, and pushed from his mind Nevertheless it was fun for the"

Yes, the moment, the moment was splendid And the et this tihts with their exquisite details would vanish fro future he would be loosed again, re only his name

Home to Athens he went finally

Through thethe old toures which made him cry The dead woman seated-always the dead are seated-reaches out for the living baby she has left behind, who is held in her husband's ar in his ear Go to Egypt; you 'I! reetfulness Safe in Athens, roa the old cemetery beneath the Acropolis, from which they'd taken all the stele; neverby; the earth here is beautiful And it still belongs to the dead

He acquired a wardrobe of vaht a coffin, but he did not

like to get inside For one thing, it was not shaped like a person, this coffin, and it had no face on it, and no writings to guide the soul of the dead Not proper Rather like a box for jewelry, as he saw it But still, being a vaht he should have it and it was fun Mortals who came to the fiat loved it He served thelasses He recited "The Rie tongues which they loved Soood-heartedto sit on in a flat that contained nothing else

But gradually the songs of the Aun to disturb him They weren't fun anymore Neither were the silly old films But the Vampire Lestat really bothered hie? Such a tragic tone to the songs

Blood drinkerSometimes when he awoke, alone on the floor of the hot airless flat with the last light of day fading through the curtained s, he felt a heavy drearoaned in pain Had he been following through a ghastly nightscape the path of two beautiful red-haired women who suffered unspeakable injustice, twin beauties to whoue, the red-haired woue back froe had astonished them-

Ah, do not look at such things!

His face hurt, as if he had been crying also or miserably anxious He let himself relax slowly Behold the la Just Athens with its reat broken te over all despite the s time The divine rush as thousands in their drab workaday clothes poured down the escalators to the underground trains Syntagma Square scattered with the lazy drinkers of retsina or ouzo, suffering beneath the early evening heat And the little kiosks selling azines and papers from all lands

He didn't listen to any more of the Vampire Lestat's music He left the American dance halls where they played it He moved away from the students who carried small tape players clipped to their belts