bl.necroscope2-第45部分
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hich was now just beginning to roar。
On his way out； Yulian spoke to VIad。 〃Stay； watch。〃 Then he went back into the house。 Upstairs； passing his mother's room； he heard her moving。 He looked in。 Georgina was pacing the floor wringing her hands and sobbing。 She saw him。
〃Yulian？〃 Her voice was a tremor。 〃Oh； Yulian； what's to bee of you？ And what's to bee of me？〃
〃What was to bee has bee；〃 he answered coldly； unemotionally。 〃Can I still trust you； Georgina？〃
〃I。。。 I don't know if I trust myself；〃 she eventually answered。
〃Mother；〃…he used the term without thinking…〃do you want to be like George？〃
〃Oh； God！ Yulian； please don't say。 。
〃Because if you do；〃 he stopped her； 〃it can be arranged。 Just remember that。〃
He left her and went to his own room。 Helen heard him ing。 She gasped at the sound of his quiet； even footfalls and threw herself on his bed。 As he came in through the door she lifted her dress up to display the lower half of her body。 She was naked under the dress。 He saw her； the way her face worked： trying to smile through a mask of white terror。 It was as if someone had thrown powdered chalk on the face of a clown。
〃Cover yourself； slut！〃 he said。
〃I thought you liked me like this！〃 she cried。 〃Oh； Yulian； don't punish me。 Please don't hurt me！〃 She watched him stride to a chest of drawers； take out a key and unlock the top drawer。 When he turned towards her he was grinning his sick grin； and in his hands he weighed a shining new cleaver。 The thing had a seven inch blade and was heavy as a small axe。
〃Yulian！〃 Helen gasped； her mouth dry as sawdust。 She slid off the bed and shrank away from him。 〃Yulian； I …〃
He shook his head； laughing a weird； bubbling laugh。 Then his face turned blank again。 〃No；〃 he told her； 〃it's not for you。 You're safe as long as you're。。。 useful to me。 And you are useful。 I'd have to pay a lot to find one as sweet and fresh as you。 And even then…like all women…she wouldn't be worth it。〃 He walked out and closed the door noiselessly behind him。
Downstairs； as he left the house again； Yulian noticed the column of blue smoke rising from the chimney stack at the back。 He smiled to himself and nodded。 Anne was working hard down there。 But even as he studied the smoke； the fluffy September clouds parted a little and the sun struck through。 Struck bright； hot； searing！
The smile twisted on Yulian's face； became a snarl。 He had left his hat indoors。 Even so； the sun shouldn't burn like this。 His flesh almost felt scalded！ And yet； looking at his naked forearms； he could see no blisters； no burns。
He guessed what it must mean： the change had speeded up in him and his final metamorphosis was beginning。 Then； shrinking from the sun； gritting his teeth to keep from crying out as the pain increased； he hurried back to the cellars。
Down below Anne worked at the furnace。 Her breasts and buttocks were shiny with sweat and streaked with grime。 Yulian looked at her and marvelled that this had been 〃a lady〃。 As he approached she dropped the shovel； backing away from him。 He carefully put down his cleaver； so as not to dull its edge in any way； and advanced on her。 The sight of her like this…wild and naked； hot and perspiring and full of fear…had triggered his lust。
He took her on the heaped coke； filled her with himself； with the vampire thing in him； until she cried out her immeasurable horror…her unthinkable pleasure？…as his alien protoflesh surged within her 。
Finished at last； he left her sprawling exhausted and battered on the coke and went to inspect George。
He found the Other inspecting him； too。 Up from the gaps between strained flags； protoplasmic flesh had crept in doughy flaps and tendrils； binding George Lake to the floor as the Other examined him。 There was no real curiosity in the thing； no hatred； no fear （except maybe an instinctive fear of even the slightest degree of light） but there was hunger。 Even the amoeba； which 〃knows〃 very little； knows enough to eat。 And if Yulian had not returned when he did； certainly the Other would have devoured George； absorbed him。 For there was little denying that he was food。
Yulian scowled at the Other's flaccid； groping pseudopods； its quivering mouths and vacuous eyes。 No！ He sent out the sharp thought； like a drill on the creature's nerve…。 endings。 Leave him！ Begone！ And whatever else it failed to understand； definitely the Other understood Yulian。
As if seared by a blowtorch； the pseudopods and other anomalies lashed； retracted； disappeared with squelching sounds below。 It took only a second or two； but this had been only part of the Other。 Yulian wondered how big it had grown now； just how much of it filled the pacted earth under the house 。
Yulian took his cleaver and got down beside George。 He placed his hand on his midriff just under the stump of stake。 Something at once moved convulsively in him。 Yulian sensed it coiling itself like a prodded caterpillar。 George might look dead； should be dead； but he wasn't。 He was undead。 The thing that lived in him…that which had been Yulian's； but grown now and controller of George's mind and body…merely waited。 The stake alone had not been enough。 But that came as no real surprise； Yulian had not been especially sure that it would be。
He took up his cleaver and wiped the shining blade on his rolled shirt sleeve。 And the yellow eyes in George's grey； mutilated face moved in their blood…rimmed orbits to follow his movements。 Not only was the vampire's body in George's body； but its mind was in his mind； grafted to it like a feasting leech。 Good！
Yulian struck。 He struck rapidly； three times： hard； chopping blows that bit into George's neck and cut through flesh and bone with perfect ease。 In another moment his head rolled free。
Yulian gripped the severed head by its hair and stared into the core of the neck stump。 Something green… and grey…mottled drew itself out of sight into fibrous mucus。 Nothing Yulian could see looked like it should。 The manpart of this thing was a mere…envelope of flesh； a shell or disguise to protect the creature within。 Likewise the body：
when Yulian propped up the headless trunk with his knee； a sinuous something slipped quickly down into the bloody pipe of George's yawning gullet。
Perhaps in two parts the vampire would eventually die； but it was not dead yet。 Which left only one sure way； one tried and true means of disposal。 Fire。
Yulian kicked the head in the direction of the furnace。 It rolled past Anne where she lay exhausted； barely conscious in her extremity of terror。 She had seen all that Yulian had done。 The head came up against the foot of the furnace； rebounded a little way and stopped。 Yulian dragged the body to the furnace and threw open the door。 Inside； all was an orange and yellow shimmer。 Heat blasted out； a shaft of heat roared up into the flue。
Without pause Yulian picked up the head and threw it into the furnace； as far to the back as he could get it。 Then he propped up George's body against the open door； and levered him shoulders first into the inferno。 Last to go in were the legs and feet； which already were starting to kick。 Yulian needed all his strength to control the thrashing limbs until he at last got them up over the rim of the door and slammed it shut。 The door at once banged open； impelled by a raw； steaming foot。 Again Yulian thrust the member inside and slammed the door； and this time he shot the bolt。 For long seconds； in addition to the roaring of the fire； there came thumping vibrations from within。
In a little while； however； the noises subsided。 Then there was only a long； sustained hissing。 Finally only the fire's roar could be heard。 Yulian stood there for long moments with his own private thoughts； before finally turning away。。。
By 11。00 P。M。 that same Saturday； Alec Kyle and Carl Quint； Felix Krakovitch and Sergei Gulharov were on a scheduled Al Italia night flight for Bucharest； which would arrive just after midnight。
Of the four； Krakovitch had spent the busiest day；arranging all the paraphernalia of entry into a Soviet satellite for the two Englishmen。 He had done this the easy way： by phoning his Second in mand at the Chateau Bronnitsy…one Ivan
