all the way to the tips of his toes, At the same time it rocketed upward into his head, threatening to blow off the top of his skull as if it were the thin concrete roof of a missile silo, He could see rays of light, as gray as electrified fog, smoking out from between his fingers. A terrible, joyous sense of power lit up his thoughts, but only for a moment. It was followed by shame and amazed horror.
What are you doing, Ralph? Whatever that stuff is, it doesn’t belong to YOU. Would you reach into her purse and take some of her money ibhile she wasn’t looking?
He felt his face flush. He lowered his cupped hand and shut his mouth. As his lips and teeth came together, he clearly heard-and actually felt something crunch crisply inside. It was the sound you heard when you were chomping off a bite of fresh rhubarb, Mrs. Perrine stopped, and Ralph watched apprehensively as she made a half-turn and looked out at Harris Avenue. I didn’t mean to, he thought at her.
Honest I didn’t, Mrs. P.-I’m still learning my way around this thing.
“Roberts?”
“Yes?”
“Did you hear something? It sounded almost like a gunshot.”
Ralph. could feel his ears throbbing with hot blood as he shook his head. “No… but my ears aren’t what they-”
“Probably just a backfire over on Kansas Street,” she said, dismissing his weak-sister excuses out of hand. “It made my heart miss a beat, though, I can tell YOU.”
She started off again in her odd, gliding, chess-queen walk, then stopped once more and looked back at him. Her aura had begun to fade out of Ralph’s view, but he had no trouble seeing her eyesthey were as sharp as a kestrel’s.
“You look different, Roberts, she said. “Younger, somehow.”
Ralph, who had expected something else (Give me back what you stole, Roberts, and right this minute, for instance), could only flounder. “Do you think… that’s very… I mean to say thank y-” She flapped an impatient oh-shut-up hand at him. “Probably the light.
I advise you not to dribble on that sweater, Roberts. My impression of Mr. McGovern is that he is a man who takes care of his things.”
“He should have taken better care of his hat,” Ralph said.
Those bright eyes, which had begun once more to shift away from him, shifted back. “I beg your pardon?”
“His Panama,” Ralph said. “He lost it somewhere.”
Mrs. Perrine held this up to the light of her intellect for a moment, then cast it aside with another Hmmp. “Go inside, Roberts. If you stay out here much longer, you’ll catch your death of cold.” And then she slid upon her way, not visibly the worse for wear as a result of Ralph’s thoughtless act of thievery.
Thieve? I’m pretty sure that’s the wrong word, Ralph. What you did-is just it was a lot closer to'Vampirism,” Ralph said bleakly.
He put the pot of beans aside and began to slowly rub his hands together. He felt ashamed… guilty… and all but exploding with energy.
You stole some of her life-force instead of her blood, but a vampire is a vampire, Ralph.
Yes indeed. And it suddenly occurred to Ralph that this must not have been the first time he had done such a thing.
You look different, Roberts. Younger, somehow. That was what Mrs. Perrine had said tonight, but people had been making similar comments to him ever since the end of the summer, hadn’t they?
The main reason his friends hadn’t hectored him into going to the doctor was because he didn’t look like anything was wrong with bin-i.
He complained of insomnia, but he apparently looked like the picture of health. I guess that honeycomb must have really turned the trick, Johnny Leydecker had said just before the two of them had left the library on Sunday-back in the Iron Age, that felt like no'N.
And when Ralph had asked him what he was talking about, Leydecker had said he was talking about Ralph’s insomnia. You look a gajillion times better than on the day I first met you.
And Leydecker hadn’t been the only one. Ralph had been more or less dragging himself through the days, feeling folded, spindled, and mutilated… but people kept telling him how good he looked, how refreshed he looked, how young he looked. Helen… McGovern… even Faye Chapin had said something a week or two ago, although Ralph couldn’t remember exactly what'Sure I do,” he said in a low, dismayed voice. “He asked me if I was using wrinkle cream. Wrinkle cream, for God’s sake!”
Had he been stealing from the life-force of others even back then-stealing without even knowing it?
“Dear Jesus, I’m a vampire.”
“I must have been,” he said in that same low voice. But was that the right word? he wondered suddenly.
Wasn’t it at least possible that, in the world of auras, a life-stealer was called a Centurion?
Ed’s pallid, frantic face rose before him like a ghost which returns to accuse its murderer, and Ralph, suddenly terrified, wrapped his arms around his knees and lowered his head to rest upon them.
CHAPTER 15
At twenty minutes past seven, a perfectly maintained Lincoln Town Car of late seventies vintage drew up to the curb in front of Lots’s house.
Ralph-who had spent the last hour showering, shaving, and trying to get himself calmed down-stood on the porch and watched Lois get out of the back seat. Goodbyes were said and girlish, sprightly laughter drifted across to him on the breeze.
The Lincoln pulled away and Lois started up her walk. Half'way along it, she stopped and turned. For a long moment the two of them regarded each other from their opposite sides of Harris Avenue, seeing perfectly well in spite of the deepening darkness and the two hundred yards which separated them. They burned for each other in that darkness like secret torches.
Lois pointed a finger at him. It was very close to the hand-gesture she’d made before shooting at Doc #3, but this didn’t upset Ralph in the least. Intent, he thought. Eve -thing lies in intent. There are few mistakes in this world… and once you get to know your way around, maybe there are no mistakes at all.
A narrow, gray-glistening beam of force appeared at the end of Lois’s finger and began to extend itself across the deepening shadows of Harris Avenue. A passing car drove blithely through it. The car’s windows flashed a momentary bright, blind gray and its headlights seemed to flicker briefly, but that was all.
Ralph raised his own finger, and a blue beam grew from it. These two narrowcasts of light met in the center of Harris Avenue and twined together like woodbine, Higher and higher the interwoven pigtail rose, paling slightly as it went. Then Ralph curled his finger, and his half of the love-knot in the middle of Harris Avenue winked out of existence. A moment later, Lois’s half also disappeared. Ralph slowly descended the porch steps and began to cross his lawn. Lois came toward him. They met in the middle of the street… where, in a very real sense, they had met already.
Ralph put his arms around her waist and kissed her.
You look different, Roberts. Younger, somehow.
Those words kept running through his head-recycling themselves like an endless tape-loop-as Ralph sat in Lois’s kitchen, drinking coffee. He was unable to take his eyes off her. She looked easily ten years younger and ten pounds lighter than the Lois he’d gotten used to seeing over the last few years. Had she looked this young and pretty in the park this morning? Ralph didn’t think so, but of course she had been upset this morning, upset and crying, and he supposed that made a difference.
Still…
Yes, still. The tiny networks of wrinkles around the corners of her mouth were gone. So were the incipient turkey-wattles beneath her neck and the sag of flesh which had begun to hang from her upper arms.
She had been crying this morning and was radiantly happy tonight, but Ralph knew that couldn’t account for all the changes he saw.
“I know what you’re looking at,” Lois said. “It’s spooky, isn’t it?
I mean, it solves the question of whether or not all this has just been in our minds, but it’s still spooky. We’ve found the Fountain of Youth.
Forget Florida; it was right here in Derry, all along.”
“We’ve found it?”
For a moment she only looked surprised… and a little wary, as if she suspected he was teasing her, having her on. Of treating her as “Our Lois.” Then she reached across the table and squeezed his hand.
“Go in the bathroom. Take a look at yourself.”
“I know what I look like. Hell, I just finished shaving. Took my time over it, too.”
She nodded. “You did a fine job, Ralph… but this isn’t about your five o’clock shadow. Just look at yourself.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes,” she said firmly. “I am.”
He had almost gotten to the door when she said, “You didn’t just shave; you changed your shirt, too. That’s good. I didn’t like to say anything, but that plaid one was ripped.”
“Was it?” Ralph asked. His back was to her, so she couldn’t see his smile. “I didn’t notice.”
He stood with his hands braced on the bathroom sink, looking into his own face, for a good two minutes. It took him that long to admit to himself that he was really seeing what he thought he was seeing.
The streaks of black, lustrous as crow feathers, which had returned to his hair were amazing, and so was the disappearance of the ugly pouches beneath his eyes, but the thing he could not seem to take his eyes away from was the way the lines and deep cracks had disappeared from his lips. It was a small thing… but it was also an enormous thing. It was the mouth of a young man. And…
Abruptly, Ralph ran a finger into his mouth, along the right-hand line of his lower teeth. He couldn’t be entirely positive, but it seemed to him that they were longer, as if some of the wear had been rolled back.
“Holy shit,” Ralph murmured, and his mind returned to that sweltering day last summer when he had confronted Ed Deepneau on his lawn. Ed had first told him to drag up a rock and then confided in him that Derry had been invaded by sinister, baby-killing creatures.
Life-stealing creatures. All lines afforce have begun to converge here, Ed had told him. I know how difficult that is to believe, but it’s true.
Ralph was finding it less difficult to believe all the time. What was getting harder to believe was the idea that Ed was mad.
“If this doesn’t stop,” Lois said from the doorway, startling him, we’re going to have to get married and leave town, Ralph. Simone and Mina could not-
