To the best of my knowledge, Merrick has never broken the promise she made. In the spring, I received a phone call from America. It was Aaron, and he informed me that authorities in the region of Lafayette, Louisiana, had discovered the wreck of Cold Sandra’s automobile.
When I think about it now, I don’t know why I didn’t tell Merrick everything about the spirit with the oval face and how he had continued to appear to me throughout my sickness, but especially when I was very close to passing away. Now that I’ve thought about it, I’m not sure why I didn’t. When I was sick with a fever, perhaps we had shared some secrets with one another concerning my visions. I just know that we did not go into further depth about them when we were reflecting on the entire experience as a whole.
I sank into a stupor. I have no recollection of anything up until the point when the supernatural blood of Lestat invaded my mouth. By that time, I could only see Lestat, and I knew that my soul was about to go on yet another voyage, one that would take me further than even my most terrifying dreams had taken me.
It would appear that Merrick had brought them to the section of the swamp in where the automobile had become sunk many years earlier. Due to the amount of the bodies that were recovered, it was possible to determine that there were two ladies inside the car at the time that it capsized. Both patients’ skull bones exhibited serious fractures that posed a potential risk to their lives. However, no one was able to establish whether or not either person had survived the blows for a sufficient amount of time to be drowned.
Following a week of rest and recuperation at the New Orleans Motherhouse, I got dressed in the tweed suit I always wear and joined the other members who were already gathered in the basement for breakfast.
You are aware that I was no longer the elder David after some time had passed. It had been some time since our terrifying encounter with the Body Thief. I didn’t even give it a second thought to beg Lestat for perpetual life because I was so confident in my brand-new, youthful physique. As soon as it became apparent that he intended to coerce me, I resisted him with everything I had.
I never once again came across the cave spirit. Following a week of rest and recuperation at the New Orleans Motherhouse, I got dressed in the tweed suit I always wear and joined the other members who were already gathered in the basement for breakfast.
Following a week of rest and recuperation at the New Orleans Motherhouse, I got dressed in the tweed suit I always wear and joined the other members who were already gathered in the basement for breakfast. But allow me to finish telling you about Merrick. There is not a whole lot more that can be discussed at this point.
She mumbled something under her breath that sounded like, “I don’t want to see Honey anymore.” I already told you. She wants to make use of me, but that is something I won’t tolerate. When she was killed, I was ten years old at the time. I’m exhausted, oh so exhausted from grieving the loss of Honey. There is no need for concern on your part. Believe you me, I won’t be touching the mask ever again if I can help it.
It happened in a split second. The universe of material things and spiritual things began to flicker and eventually vanished altogether. In the spring, I received a phone call from America. It was Aaron, and he informed me that authorities in the region of Lafayette, Louisiana, had discovered the wreck of Cold Sandra’s automobile.
Following a week of rest and recuperation at the New Orleans Motherhouse, I got dressed in the tweed suit I always wear and joined the other members who were already gathered in the basement for breakfast.
She mumbled something under her breath that sounded like, “I don’t want to see Honey anymore.” I already told you. She wants to make use of me, but that is something I won’t tolerate. When she was killed, I was ten years old at the time. I’m exhausted, oh so exhausted from grieving the loss of Honey. There is no need for concern on your part. Believe you me, I won’t be touching the mask ever again if I can help it.
It was a significant amount of time later. Lestat paid me a visit in the middle of the night while I was in Barbados, and he made the decision to turn me into a vampire without my will.
She mumbled something under her breath that sounded like, “I don’t want to see Honey anymore.” I already told you. She wants to make use of me, but that is something I won’t tolerate. When she was killed, I was ten years old at the time. I’m exhausted, oh so exhausted from grieving the loss of Honey. There is no need for concern on your part. Believe you me, I won’t be touching the mask ever again if I can help it.
When I think about it now, I don’t know why I didn’t tell Merrick everything about the spirit with the oval face and how he had continued to appear to me throughout my sickness, but especially when I was very close to passing away. Now that I’ve thought about it, I’m not sure why I didn’t. When I was sick with a fever, perhaps we had shared some secrets with one another concerning my visions. I just know that we did not go into further depth about them when we were reflecting on the entire experience as a whole.
But allow me to finish telling you about Merrick. There is not a whole lot more that can be discussed at this point. In the spring, I received a phone call from America. It was Aaron, and he informed me that authorities in the region of Lafayette, Louisiana, had discovered the wreck of Cold Sandra’s automobile.
After we had finished writing a comprehensive letter about our journey for a university of our choosing, we went ahead and put a permanent seal on the records and the mask, along with the idols, the perforator that Merrick had used in her magic, all of Michael’s original papers, and the remnants of Oncle Vervain’s map. We also buried the remains of Oncle Vervain’s map. Everything was put away in storage at Oak Haven, and the only people who had access to it were Merrick and I.
After we had finished writing a comprehensive letter about our journey for a university of our choosing, we went ahead and put a permanent seal on the records and the mask. We also put a permanent seal on the idols, the perforator that Merrick had used in her magic, all of Michael’s original documents, and the remnants of Oncle Vervain’s map. Everything was put away in storage at Oak Haven, and the only people who had access to it were Merrick and I.
It happened in a split second. The universe of material things and spiritual things began to flicker and eventually vanished altogether.
After that, Merrick and I went for a stroll through the garden, which was brimming with luxuriant, magnificent dark-leafed camillias that can survive the winter, even with a light dusting of frost. I will never forget the sight of blossoms in many shades of pink, crimson, and white. There were enormous green elephant ear plants and purple flowered orchid plants flourishing in every available space. What a stunning state Louisiana can be in the wintertime. How verdant, robust, and distant all at the same time.
To the best of my knowledge, Merrick has never broken the promise she made. In the spring, I received a phone call from America. It was Aaron, and he informed me that investigators in the region of Lafayette, Louisiana, had discovered the wreckage of Cold Sandra’s automobile.