Vamparazzi (49 page)

The hunters decided to abandon their quarry—Daemon—whom they could certainly find again, given what a disgusting spectacle he made of himself. The thing to do
now,
obviously, was to go back upstairs, break through the rioting vamparazzi, and request help from emergency services in case I was indeed trapped under rubble.

“But it turns out that getting help is pretty complicated in the middle of a riot,” Leischneudel said as he followed me into my dressing room. “So it's just as well you didn't need rescuing.”

“I did,” I said. “Just not
that
kind of rescuing.”

Leischneudel was shocked and horrified as I told him everything that had happened.

“I never suspected Tarr,” Leischneudel said in amazement. “He was so openly awful, it never occurred to me he was hiding even
more
awfulness.”

“Indeed.” I asked, “Where is everyone?”

“Bill's here,” Leischneudel said. “He's got his hands full getting things back in order.”

Bill, Daemon, and Victor had proceeded some way down the tunnel before realizing that Tarr and Rachel weren't with them. It didn't take them long to find an exit—by which time they also realized that Leischneudel and I wouldn't be joining them. Once they were above ground and safe, Bill decided he had to return to the theater to be ready to take charge backstage once the police got things under control and to try to find out what had happened to the rest of us.

Running ever true to form, Daemon had gone home to look after himself; and Victor had gone with him to help with that crucial task.

It almost made me sorry that Tarr's article about Danny Ravinsky would never be finished, filed, or published.

I realized then that Daemon would get a reprieve on all fronts now. He was not only cleared of Angeline's murder, but he would instantly become the object of guilt and sympathy, since the
actual
killer had used the power of the press (so to speak) to smear and discredit him, and more than a few people had fallen for it. I thought there was no way Nocturne would risk firing him now, and his movie deal would probably come through, too.

Not for the first time, I reflected on what an intrinsically unfair and unjust place the world was.

Leischneudel told me, “After the police got the vamparazzi under control—more or less—Max and Thack turned up. None of us could really think about anything but you, until we finally found out you were all right. After that . . .”

“Yes?”

“Thack and Max went into my dressing room with Uncle Peter and Edvardas Froese to . . . discuss things.”

I gasped. “Are they talking about you?”

Leischneudel said, “I asked Thack and Max to see what they could do. After tonight, I've realized that I can't live in fear of the council or vampire hunters. I don't want Mary Ann to wind up as a widow with fatherless children because I didn't sort out this problem before I took on those responsibilities.” He squared his shoulders as he added, “I didn't ask to become a vampire, but now that I am one—I'm glad to be a vampire, and I think I'm a very responsible one. There's no reason the council can't give me some sort of . . . certificate or something. And I'm willing to work to prove that I deserve it!”

“Good for you!” I said. “Excellent decision. I support this completely.”

And I dearly hoped that Edvardas and Uncle Peter weren't about to come barreling down the hall, crossbows blazing, now that they knew Leischneudel was an unauthorized made vampire.

He may have had the same thought, since he said anxiously, “Will you come with me to see how it's going?”

“Of course.” I really wanted to get out of my filthy, shredded, stinking gown but that could wait.

We went down the hall, knocked on Leischneudel's door, and entered when invited to do so.

“Ah, here are the young people now,” Uncle Peter said, smiling jovially at us.

“Oh,
here
you are! Thank God!”

Thack embraced me, Max embraced me, and Nelli sneezed on me. Uncle Peter assured me there were no hard feelings about the fact that I had tied him up and held him hostage after he passed out. The Dirty D'Artagnanator, via his interpreter, apologized for trying to kill me and assured me it was business, not personal.

Keeping the details to a minimum, I explained that Al Tarr a.k.a. Algis Taurus was the rogue vampire whom Benas Novicki had pursued, and that the NYPD had dispatched him tonight, using fire. I gave Max a significant glance at that point, and he nodded, acknowledging that we'd discuss the details later, in private.

Leischneudel was by now practically vibrating with anxiety, so I boldly asked the men, “And now that we've wrapped up the business of the rogue vampire, gentlemen, I want to know what fair and reasonable measures the Council of Gediminas is prepared to take in support of my friend Leischneudel Drysdale, who is a good man and a discreet, responsible vampire. After all, I think if the case of Algis Taurus—who was a hereditary vampire—confirms anything, it's that character matters more than birth.”

“And where is that sentiment
more
true, gentlemen,” Max added, “than here in the New World, where old rules are remade to suit a better vision of whom each of us can be?”

Uncle Peter said, “Edvardas has agreed to present Leischneudel's request for legal recognition to the council, along with his personal recommendation that it be granted. I am recommending a trial period, which is fair, since none of us knows this young man.”

“Yes, that's fair,” Leischneudel agreed.

“My nephew,” said Uncle Peter, eyeing Thack and declining to use his name, “will be in charge of monitoring Leischneudel during the trial period.”

“Oh!” Leischneudel looked eagerly at Thack. “Is that all right with you?”

“All things considered,” Thack said, “if it will get my family off my back for a while, then I am delighted to be of service.”

“Thank you!”

“And now, if you'll excuse us . . .” Uncle Peter rose from his seat, as did Edvardas and Thack. “It's late.” Edvardas added something which Uncle Peter translated as, “Especially for a man who's on Vilnius time.”

“Ah, speaking of which . . .” Max rose, too.

Beside him, Nelli sneezed violently. Twice.

Max reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a simple wooden cross, elegant and sturdy, about five inches long.

He asked Uncle Peter to translate for him, then said, “Would you be so kind, when you return to Vilnius, to leave this on the grave of someone whose memory I should like to honor with this simple token of my esteem? He, too, was a vampire hunter. Jurgis Radvila. I was told he died in 1744.”

Edvardas graciously agreed to carry out this deed for Max, and he accepted the cross from him. Then he bade us all farewell and headed out of the room.

Uncle Peter paused to pat Leischneudel on the cheek. “Don't worry, my boy. We Lithuanians are not nearly so rigid as you have been led to believe.”

“Oh, what ‘we'? You're second-generation
American,
Uncle Peter. Give it a rest.” Thack kissed me on the cheek. “Since those two are staying at my place, God help me, I guess this means I'm leaving, too. Leischneudel, I'll see you at my office later this week. Good night, all!”

When they were gone, Leischneudel let out his breath in a big gust and sank into a chair. “Thank you, Max!”

The old mage beamed at him. “Don't mention it. They really were much more reasonable than I had anticipated.” He added to me, “I suppose times have changed.”

“Indeed.” I sank into a chair, too. “I'm just glad it worked out. And
really
glad that the rogue vampire has been slain.” My gaze met Max's again. I could tell he was curious to hear the details, at a more appropriate time.

Nelli sneezed and gave a little groan.

“Oh, dear,” Max said. “We should probably be leaving, too.”

He shook hands with Leischneudel, then embraced me and once again expressed his relief at seeing me safe and sound.

After he and Nelli left, I said to Leischneudel, “I'm starving. Want to get a pizza on the way home?”

“Absolutely.”

Bill stuck his head in the door. “Leischneudel, is Esther back ye—Oh, Esther! There you are.” Like the others, he expressed his relief and pleasure at seeing me. Then he said, “Your mother's left four messages at the box office today. She says she's seen the tabloids, you haven't answered your cell, and she's worried.”

I thanked Bill, said good night to him, then gave an anxious sigh. “I might as well get this over with.”

“Are you okay?” Leischneudel asked.

“Yes. Viewed in its proper perspective, after all, talking with my mother isn't nearly as daunting as battling the undead in a Serbian vampire epidemic.”

“Pardon?”

I shook my head with a wry smile. “Long story.”

And one which, based on the mist which had clouded Max's eyes as he placed the cross in Edvardas' hands, I was proud that he had chosen to share with me.

 

T
he glowing sun descended gracefully toward the far horizon and the late autumn chill nipped his cheeks as Max sat on a hilltop overlooking Kisilova where, last night, he and the Lithuanians had slain the last of the undead vampires menacing the village. Tonight, for the first time in a long time, the people who lived here could sleep in peace and security.

Well, until the next war between land-hungry empires brought soldiers, mercenaries, and raiders stampeding through the Balkans on yet another destructive rampage. But such mundane disasters were the responsibility of the mundane authorities. For those who dealt with Evil of a more esoteric nature, the work in Kisilova was done.

While he sat admiring the dramatic colors streaking across the sky, thanks to a setting sun that created no looming sense of dread this evening, he saw Radvila appear on the ridge below him. The Lithuanian waved to him and continued climbing to this spot, moving with an agility that belied his (as Max had learned) sixty-four years. The vigorous constitution of a vampire was a remarkable thing. Max could understand how one might be tempted to become made—if one weren't thoroughly dissuaded by the dietary requirements.

As Radvila reached his side, not even breathing hard from his climb to this elevated spot, a chill wind whipped across the hilltop, making Max shiver a little.

“Winter is coming,” said Radvila, sitting down beside him on an old log.

“But now the people of Kisilova don't need to fear the nights growing longer.”

“Indeed.”

Max caught a strong whiff of alcohol and eyed his friend. The village was planning to spend the evening celebrating the end of the vampire epidemic here. Based on Radvila's interesting scent, Max guessed that the festivities had already begun—and that Radvila had been imbibing the local brew.

“This is quite a view,” the vampire said, gazing across the landscape.

Max nodded. “I feel almost as if I can see into the future from this spot.”

“And what do you see, magician?”

“I believe I see the vampire epidemic ending before long.”

They had made a great deal of progress in the months since the Lithuanians had entered the fight. Many areas of the region were now entirely rid of the undead.

“I could have told you that without climbing this hill,” Radvila grumbled. “I see the epidemic ending before you return in the spring.”

“Why
did
you climb this hill?”

“The celebration has begun.” Radvila gestured to the village below. “I have been tasked with finding you so that the people may honor you.”

Having been through such festivities in several other villages by now, Max said wryly, “If I attend another celebration, my stomach may return to being ill-humored.” His digestive problems had gradually disappeared after hope had returned in the war against the undead; but he feared that yet another robust village soirée might cause a setback. “Perhaps I'll remain here.”

“My comrades have informed me they will not endure this test of strength alone,” Radvila said gravely. “They say you
must
come. It would be unfair for you to escape this, since you're leaving for Vienna tomorrow. Whereas we will remain in Serbia through the winter to fight more of the undead and will probably have to be honored several more times before our work is done.”

“Oh, very well,” said Max. “But you must not let me eat and drink too much this time, or my horse shall have to drag me on a litter tomorrow.”

“Hmph.”

They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, watching the setting sun.

Then Radvila asked, “How far is the journey to Vienna?”

“Well, not nearly as far as Vilnius,” Max said. “Nor is the journey as hazardous. But it is far enough.” He thought of the glittering imperial capital and mused, “It will be like a different world after my sojourn here. I imagine I shall feel very strange there, at first, though I know the city well.”

“I would like to see Vienna,” Radvila said. “I would have liked to travel more. My father sent me to study in Warsaw when I was young, and I once went to Stockholm with a cousin who traded amber and silver. But I have not otherwise been out of Lithuania. Not until I came here.” He added, “And this has certainly not been a journey of personal enrichment—apart from your friendship, Maximillian.”