Part 51 (2/2)
I don't know what to say.
”You're supposed to want him dead.”
She looks at me like I'm crazy.
”Why would I want him dead?”
”Because you want him to bite you-because you want to be one too-and he-he won't oblige.”
”Who told you that?”
”The-the angel who hired me.”
”I know that angel. He was here. He interviewed me.”
”You don't want him dead?”
”Of course not. I love him.”
I sit down on the sofa. They've got a nice place. Maybe they enjoy the horseraces. Even if they don't, the tourists aren't so bad off-season according to Fodor's. And maybe when you're the oldest vampire, you don't have to obey the no-daylight rule. Maybe you get to walk around in the day-in a nice, clean, modern medieval city-maybe one you knew when you were only a thousand years old and it was being built and a lot tras.h.i.+er-and feel pretty mortal and normal. Who knows?
”Why did my employer get it wrong?”
She's got the same look the angel did. ”The angel didn't get it wrong, Mr. Pagano. He lied.”
”Why?” I'm thinking: Angels are allowed to do that? Lie? Sure, if G.o.d wants them to.
”Why?” I ask again.
”I don't know. That's one of the things I love about Frank-”
”Your man's name is Frank?”
”It is now. That's what he's gone by for the last hundred years, he says, and I believe him. That's one of the things I love.”
”What?”
”That he doesn't lie. That he doesn't need to. He's seen it all. He's had all the power you could want and he doesn't want it anymore. He's bitten so many people he lost count after a century, and he doesn't want to do it anymore. He's tired of living the lie any vampire has to live. He's very human in his heart, Mr. Pagano-in his soul-so human you wouldn't believe it-and he's tired of doing his father's bidding, the darkness, the blasphemy, all of that. I don't think he was ever really into it, but he had to do it. He was his father's son, so he had to do it. Carry on the tradition-the business. Do you know what that's like?”
”Yes. I do.”
I'm starting to like her, of course-really like her. She's great eye candy, but it isn't just that. The more she talks, the more I like what's inside. She understands-she understands the mortal human heart.
”But I'm supposed to kill him,” I say.
”Why?”
”Because of-because of 'balance.'”
”What?”
”That's what my employer said. Even though Frank wants to flip, and you'd think that would be a plus, it wouldn't be. It would throw things off.”
”You really believe that, Anthony?”
Now we're on first-name basis, and I don't mind.
I don't say a thing for a second.
”I don't know.”
”It sounds wrong, doesn't it.”
”Yeah, it does.”
We sit silent for a while. I'm looking at her hard, too interested, so I make myself look away.
”Do I make you self-conscious?” she asks gently.
That turns me red. ”It's not you. It's me. You look awfully good. It's just me.”
”That's sweet.” Now she's doing the looking away, cheeks a little red, and when she looks backs, she says, ”Any idea why G.o.d would really want him killed?”
”None whatsoever.”
”But you've still got to do it.”
”There was this promise.”
”I know.”
”You do?”
”Sure. If you do it, He'll forgive everything. They offered me that too if I helped you.”
”And you said no?”
”Yes.”
She loves this guy-this vampire-this son of You Know Who-so much she'll turn down an offer like that? Now I'm really looking at her. She's not just beautiful, she's got coglioni. She'll stand up to G.o.d for love.
I'm thinking these things and also wondering whether the angel lied about her because maybe she stiffed him. Because he's the vindictive one.
”There's nothing I can say to stop you?” she's asking. She doesn't say ”nothing I can do.” She says ”nothing I can say,” and that's all the difference in the world.
”Wish there were, but there isn't. Where is he?”
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