I'll never ask you to do such a thing, I said quickly.Come, sit beside me here. Would it do no good to speak to her? Would it do no good to tell her that she's dead?
In the spring, I got a call from America, from Aaron, telling me that investigators in the area of Lafayette, Louisiana, had found the wreck of Cold Sandra's car. But no one could determine whether or not either victim had survived the blows long enough to be drowned.Īfter a week of convalescence in the New Orleans Motherhouse, I dressed in my usual tweed suit and came downstairs for breakfast, with the other members assembled there. The skull bones of both showed severe and potentially life-threatening fractures. Enough remained of the corpses to ascertain that two women had been in the vehicle at the time that it sank. I won't touch the mask again if I can help it, believe me.Īpparently Merrick had led them to a portion of the swamp where the vehicle had been submerged years before. I'm tired, oh so tired of grieving for Honey. I was ten years old when she was murdered. She wants to use me, and that I won't allow. I don't want to see Honey anymore she said under her breath.I told you. Insofar as I ever knew, Merrick was faithful to her vow. By then, I saw only Lestat and I knew my soul was entering on yet another adventure, one which would carry me forward beyond my most appalling dreams. I remember nothing until the moment when Lestat's supernatural blood flooded my mouth. It seemed to me, as I was losing the battle to live, let alone the battle to be mortal, that I saw the cave spirit standing near me with his arms out, and I saw pain in his face.