Wilson, Colin - Lifeforce or The Space Vampires (v3.0) by or The Space Vampires Lifeforce

Author:or The Space Vampires Lifeforce [Lifeforce, or The Space Vampires]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

There was a knock at the door, and the handle turned. He sat up, calling: "Vem är där?" A girl's voice said something about coffee. "Leave it there, please."

Selma Bengtsson said sleepily: "What time is it?"

"A quarter to eight."

She sat up. "My God! I must go!"

When she disappeared into the bathroom, Carlson brought in the tray with the coffee and climbed back into bed. The lake was glittering in the morning sunlight. As he sipped the coffee, he closed his eyes, concentrating on his sensations. He felt tired; but it was no longer the strange lassitude he had experienced since he returned to earth.

Selma came out of the bathroom, now fully dressed; he thought she looked as beautiful and immaculate as if she had just dressed for dinner. She leaned over and kissed him. "Would you mind looking outside the door to see if anyone is there?"

He did as she asked; the corridor was empty. She pressed against him for a moment, then hurried out; he closed the door quietly behind her. There was a strange relief in being alone.

He had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the door; he called: "Stig in!" It was Fallada.

"Good morning. What time did you get to bed?"

"About half past two. You know, I was mistaken about the Count. He's certainly no crank."

Carlsen said: "I never thought he was."

Fallada stood staring out of the window. He said: "We talked about you. He thinks your encounter with that woman might have affected you more than you realise."

Carlsen started to speak, and experienced again the deep reluctance he had felt before. As Fallada stood, silent, he overruled it with an effort of will. "I've got something to tell you."

The sound of the gong vibrated up the stairs. Fallada asked: "Can it wait until after breakfast?"

"I expect so. In fact, I'd like Geijerstam to be present too."

Fallada looked at him curiously but said nothing.

The others, including Selma, were already seated. The breakfast room faced east, and the sunlight was dazzling. Geijerstam stood up. "Good morning. I hope you slept well?"

"Heavily." Carlsen felt that satisfied the interests of both honesty and accurary.

He sat between Selma and Louise. Geijerstam said: "We are all hoping to persuade you to stay another day at least."

Carlsen looked across at Fallada. "It's up to Hans. I'm free, but he has work to do."

Annaleise Freytag said: "Oh, please stay a little longer."

Reaching out for the toast, Carlsen's hand brushed that of the French girl. Instantly and without any doubt, he knew she knew about Selma Bengtsson. The knowledge startled him. At the same time, he found himself desiring her. It was not the usual masculine desire to undress an attractive girl. It was connected to the life and warmth that vibrated from her young body. He wanted to press his nakedness against hers and gently suck life from her. A moment later he realised he felt the same about Annaleise, and that his desire endowed him with the power of reading her mind.

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