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I checked my pocket watch, to make sure enough time had elapsed for the draught to take effect. I waited until the corridor was empty, listened at the door, and when I heard nothing stirring inside the cabin, I used my key to enter. I found the woman reposing on a divan, an untouched tea tray on the low table in front of her. I noted that she wore a wedding ring. The thought of such a creature seducing the wife of a man filled me with loathing. An inspection of her throat and reflexes showed that she had not as yet been infected with his curse. I pressed a Eucharistic wafer to her flesh, and there was no reaction at all. For this, I was grateful to God. She could, once freed of the creature's spell, perhaps lead a normal life. I again made sure that her breathing was steady, and positioned her to be more comfortable when she woke up. I then turned my attention to the door which lead into the inner room, where I knew the creature lay during daylight hours.
I took up my tool bag, tested the inner door, found it locked. I searched the woman, and found the keys on a chain around her neck under her dress. I found the correct key to open the door, and I stepped inside. It was dark and cooler in there. There, in the center of room, on the floor lay a coffin. My hands shook as I shut and locked the door behind me. I lit the gas lamps in the room, placed my tools next to the coffin.
The woman clearly had done her work in protecting this creature admirably. Three brass hasps, each with a combination lock secured the lid of the coffin. I used my mallet and chisel to remove each hasp. After the third was undone, I hesitated, afraid of what I would see when I opened its case. Would the creature be aware of me, would it transfix me with its lurid unholy red eyes, until the sun set and it could feast on my blood, or would it have the appearance of a rotting corpse?
I raised the lid, and stared down at him. He could have been sleeping, but for the whiteness of his skin, and the lack of breath. On his face was a gentle smile. His head lay, a little to one side, on a silk pillow. He was the same man, tall, red haired, handsome except for the pallor, that I had seen in the ballroom dancing with the woman. That very hand, which now reposed on his breast, was the hand that plucked the dark colored rose from the arrangement and placed it in her hair, and indeed, when I moved his mighty hand to accomplish my goal, what should have been hidden beneath it but the wilted petals of that same flower! My heart was wrung with pity and indecision. Surely a hellish beast such as he should appear so! And yet, the images I had of those two from the night before: she clandestinely guiding him, she guiding him from the mirrors in the ballroom, and the sight of her small delicate hands enveloped in his great white gloved hands, I was torn.
I knew my duty, I knew what had to be done. What if he were to infect others? I reasoned, finally, that no matter what the cost, I would be freeing his mortal soul from this curse that held him even now, as neither living nor dead. With that resolved, I breathed a prayer to God to guide my hand and have mercy on his soul, and I took up the mallet and stake, and placed the latter over his heart. The first strike, the point met some resistance, but no other reaction occurred but a shuddering through his entire frame, and the peaceful smile faded. In desperation, for time was getting on, I raised the iron mallet and struck harder. Now it was driven into his flesh, and stuck fast. The eyes flew open. I focused all of my energy on the stake, and pounded furiously, another inch was gained, and another, but now the creature was awake. With one blow, he threw me clear across the room, and I hit the opposite wall, and was senseless for some seconds. When I was aware again, I beheld the monster fighting furiously, thrashing, flailing. I was nearly undone by the sound of the hard soles of his shoes, its shoes hitting the wood of the coffin, of the floor. Blood and foam flew from his raging mouth, and from the wound around the stake. His eyes were red, enraged, his face twisted in agony. As hideous and terrifying as he was, I prayed, wished it would be over soon, that he would stop struggling and be at peace. I felt terrible remorse, for when I had found him, he had been at peace, and now, I had done this.
“I'm so sorry.” I whispered. He heard me, turned and glared. He got himself out of the coffin, and now he was on all fours, on his knees, on the floor, breathing heavily, he grasped the stake in one of his great, monsterous hands, and hauled on it with all his main strength. His face contorted in agony as the stake was drawn out of his accursed flesh. He flung it away from him. It hit the floor and rolled to a stop, leaving a trail of blood. The door lay on the other side of him, I knew then, even before he raised his demonic, lurid eyes and transfixed me, I knew my position was hopeless. When he stood up, he towered over me. His massive frame seemed to darken the room. The gas lamps burned down to a sickly blue. I gained my feet. As I stared, the gaping hole in his chest closed, the edges of the flesh closing over it like some unspeakable stage curtain. He wiped his bloody mouth on his sleeve. He stared at me, and slowly, his breathing became less ragged, and deeper. His eyes were half closed, and he looked at me from under heavy brows, his lips were parted, and I could see the white gleaming of his fangs. He moved towards me, I was trapped. His hands clenched and unclenched as he moved towards me. I could bear to see no more, I closed my eyes. He was close enough I could feel the warmth of his body, the movement of his breath upon me. His hand closed like a vise around my throat.
I drew in what I was sure would be my last breath, and released it in a sob. Tears flowed down my face. I had gambled and lost all, my body shook with sobs. This gave the creature pause. He flinched as if startled, and recoiled from me. His eyes, no longer red, but blue, bright blue, like a clear winter sky. The lights again burned bright. On his handsome, pale face was a look of horror. I made no attempt at concealing my feelings. I covered my face and sobbed freely. After a moment, I felt two hands touch the backs on my own hands.
“It's all right, no one is going to harm you.”
I lowered my hands and stared at him.
“Please,” I pleaded with him. “ I am so sorry! What was I thinking?! I am the monster, not you!”
"But...why?" He asked
“I am so sorry, I cried. “Please, please forgive me. I didn't know!”
He turned away, and walked a few steps, and stopped. He stared around him, looked at the stake lying on the floor, still moist with his blood, looked down at his ruined shirt, the disarray of the locks, and finally, he turned and looked at me, completely at a loss.
“Merciful God!” He cried out. “Please tell me I didn't- harm you did I?”
I had to reassure him. “No, no, you...didn't. You are very kind.” He didn't believe me until I had taken off my collar, and shown him. He closed his eyes, and his shoulders sagged, in relief.
“Thanks be to God!” He said.
“But what is all this? I don't understand. And-” he was alarmed “where's Daisy?”
“She's in the next room, sleeping.” I told him. He rushed to the door, in his haste, he actually pulled the door lock off. I could hear him in the next room, calling her name. He returned to the room.
“How much laudenum did you give her?” His anger was now a justifed anger, and I was deeply ashamed of myself. “Don't you know she's with child!?”
“Only three grains”
“You are sure?”
“Yes.” He said.
“What is the meaning of all this? Were you planning to make a name for yourself or something.”
“No.” I sat down at the dressing table. “I...thought to...” I was so overcome with shame I hid my face.
“Why?” He asked softly. “Why did you want to part me from my wife?”
“Your wife?”
“Yes! Did you not see the ring on her finger? This is our honeymoon!!”
“Dear God,” I said.
“Do you know what I could have done to you?”
“But you didn't.” I said. “I couldn't stop you, but you stopped yourself, you...”
“I have had this damned curse for seven years, and I have never caused harm to anyone. I could have done worse than kill you! And then it would be on my conscience, on my soul, and who knows what I could have become!”
“No.” I said to him. “You chose not to. And even if you had, who could have blamed you? You had every right, and every reason. It is I who needs to wrestle with my own conscience, not you.”
“Ah!” He said. “I don't blame you. I used to do what you are doing now, before this happened to me. In fact, if I hadn't been so good at destroying vampires, I would not be having this coversation with you right now.”
“Dr. Newman, after what I have seen this evening not only would I not ever lift a hand to harm you, but I swear on my mother's grave, I would defend you with my life.”
He looked up at me, and smiled sadly. “That is very kind of you.”
“But if Daisy ever found out what you were about, oh, then you would be in trouble. I am at a loss, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, usually, Daisy collects my dinner from a donor, she pays them, you know, take a little here, a little there, no one risks getting my curse, and my soul remains my own. But, she can not do that right now.”
“What may I do to assist you, sir, you have only to ask.”
“Two things. First of all, roll up your sleeve, I am hungry, and secondly...” He looked down at himself.
“You owe me a new suit.”