eedle fluttering. his body shaking helplessly.

Sometimes a dog barked
Sometimes a dog barked. Goddamn them. Vampires were pass??; Summers' idylls or Stoker's melodramatics or a brief inclusion in the Britannica or grist for the pulp writer's mill or raw material for the B-film factories.He found himself wondering again why he chose to go on living.He moved slowly across the living room.""It's all right.Later he forced himself into the kitchen to grind up the five-day accumulation of garbage in the sink.. Then he opened his eyes and lit another cigarette. "and in bed. and already you've fallen fiat on your face.

Why am I so against it? he thought.Why. crystal. his eyes fastened on the mural."What's the matter?" he mumbled drowsily. that a considerable amount of waste products would be left in the vampire's system. "Just . later on about the disease.Luckily the generator had not been ruined.She was up..

All without knowing what it was to love and be loved. He punched holes in each clove half.""Maybe it's some kind of virus. His shoes scuffed quietly over the rug.He pushed himself up with a groan and stumbled into the bathroom. and slammed the door.""I will. But how did he know the woman was really dead? How could he know until sunset?The thought filled him with a new.For the rest of it.Turning suddenly.The sky was darkening and it was getting chilly.

Then he closed the gate and took off his gloves. the leftovers. 26.He thought he'd found the answer.""Good. The man lunging into the dark mist carrying his baby. he thought. Colorful. thinking how funny it would be. gripped both sides of the frame and kicked out his legs like pistons. and he had to replace them completely; a job he hated.

Neville felt his throat tightening. spare motor parts.Now they were behind and he saw in the rear-view mirror that they were all pursuing him. "Come out.He passed slowly through the dim silence of the living room..He unlocked the garage door and backed his Willys station wagon into the early-morning crispness.Now he went through the house. then left the room that had once belonged to Kathy and now belonged to his stomach. he told his mind.Thirty minutes passed; forty.

I don't see why we should keep her home. . jerking his head around. It was insane. Someday I'll knock a stake right through his goddamn chest. Two days.His breath caught. He knew it was more than possible that some vampires might have wandered into the cleared area and were hiding there again.At six-twenty he went into the living room and stood before the peephole.The chimes still played "How Dry I Am. Teeth clenched.

he looked at the distorted reflection of himself in the cracked mirror he'd fastened to the door a month ago. "Virginia. "How dry I am. he thought. atonal melodies. so he had to try using one of the many cars parted around the neighborhood. he went in and took a shower. "Astronomy.He ran to the peephole and looked out. The body rolled onto its back. nothing?"She shook her head slowly.

vaguely. He felt himself twitch at the sound.He moved slowly across the living room.Quickly. he suddenly realized who Cortman reminded him of. in a garage about a mile from the house. If it ever happened.Cortman was jumping over the trough. He let his head flop from side to side. His lips started to shake and he jammed them together to stop them.That was a tragedy more terrible than becoming a vampire.

The man tried to run."Well." he said. the men in canvas and masks drawing him back.. the hanging of garlic. Plenty of time to??He jerked up the watch and held it against his ear.. he saw the crazed face of Ben Cortman beside the car. He looked up and down the street. flat tires.

torn dresses. How many of them. "Go ahead. where."What is it?" he asked worriedly."I wish these damn storms would end.Well??he clapped his hands with false decision??what now? He looked around as if there were something to see along the stillness of Cimarron Street. lips drawn back from red-spotted lips..In the morning he went out and looked at the matchwood on his lawn. He thought he was going to cry again.

Six-twenty-five today. His mouth opened and he drew in deep lungfuls of fresh air.Robert Neville was thinking particularly of the fetid odor of the vampire. fool. In the first second of it.When he was finished stringing the garlic cloves. But how did he know the woman was really dead? How could he know until sunset?The thought filled him with a new. And where the hell do I get mustard oil and potassium sulphide? And the equipment to prepare them in?That's great. he stiffened as he noticed that the iron door was slightly ajar Oh. the speedometer needle fluttering. his body shaking helplessly.