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know now that it-cannot."
    Vares shuddered. "But, surely-" he began.
    "There is nothing left to be done," said Gheria. "Everything has been tried, everything!" He stumbled to the window and stared out bleakly into the deepening night. "And now it comes again," he murmured, "and we are helpless before it."
    "Not helpless, Petre." Vares forced a cheering smile to his lips and laid his hand upon the older man's shoulder. "I will watch her tonight."
    "It's useless."
    "Not at all, my friend," said Vares, nervously. "And now you must sleep."
    "I will not leave her," said Gheria.
    "But you need rest."
    "I cannot leave," said Gheria. "I will not be separated from her."
    Vares nodded. "Of course," he said. "We will share the hours of watching then."
    Gheria sighed. "We can try," he said, but there was no sound of hope in his voice.
    Some twenty minutes later, he returned with an urn of steaming coffee which was barely possible to smell through the heavy mist of garlic fumes which hung in the air. Trudging to the bed, Gheria set down the tray. Dr. Vares had drawn a chair up beside the bed.
    "I'll watch first," he said. "You sleep, Petre."
    "It would do no good to try," said Gheria. He held a cup beneath the spigot and the coffee gurgled out like smoking ebony.
    "Thank you," murmured Vares as the cup was handed to him. Gheria nodded once and drew himself a cupful before he sat.
    "I do not know what will happen to Solta if this creature is not destroyed," he said. "The people are paralyzed by terror."
    "Has it-been elsewhere in the village?" Vares asked him.
    Gheria sighed exhaustedly. "Why need it go elsewhere?" he said. "It is finding all it-craves within these walls." He stared despondently at Alexis. "When we are gone," he said, "it will go elsewhere. The people know that and are waiting for it."
    Vares set down his cup and rubbed his eyes.
    "It seems impossible," he said, "that we, practitioners of a science, should be unable to-"
    "What can science effect against it?" said Gheria. "Science which will not even admit its existence? We could bring, into this very room, the foremost scientists of the world and they would say-my friends, you have been deluded. There is no vampire. All is mere trickery."
    Gheria stopped and looked intently at the younger man. He said, "Michael?"
    Vares' breath was slow and heavy. Putting down his cup of untouched coffee, Gheria stood and moved to where Vares sat slumped in his chair. He pressed back an eyelid, looked down briefly at the sightless pupil, then withdrew his hand. The drug was quick, he thought. And most effective. Vares would be insensible for more than time enough.
    Moving to the closet, Gheria drew down his bag and carried it to the bed. He tore Alexis's nightdress from her upper body and, within seconds, had drawn another syringe full of her blood; this would be the last withdrawal, fortunately. Staunching the wound, he took the syringe to Vares and emptied it into the young man's mouth, smearing it across his lips and teeth.
    That done, he strode to the door and unlocked it. Returning to Vares, he raised and carried him into the hall. Karel would not awaken; a small amount of opiate in his food had seen to that. Gheria labored down the steps beneath the weight of Vares' body. In the darkest corner of the cellar, a wooden casket waited for the younger man. There he would lie until the following morning when the distraught Dr. Petre Gheria would, with sudden inspiration, order Karel to search the attic and cellar on the remote, nay fantastic possibility that-
    Ten minutes later, Gheria was back in the bedroom checking Alexis's pulse beat. It was active enough; she would survive. The pain and torturing horror she had undergone would be punishment enough for her. As for Vares-
    Dr. Gheria smiled in pleasure for the first time since Alexis and he had returned from Cluj at the end of the summer. Dear spirits in heaven, would it not be sheer enchantment to watch old Karel drive a stake through