Kitty and the Silver Bullet (Kitty Norville 4) - Page 3

“I’m sorry, you just hit one of my buttons, you know?”

“You’ve never considered that perhaps one of those vampires who say they knew Byron might be right?”

“Okay, fine. You chilled with Byron. You want to tell me what he was like? Him and the others? Hey, maybe you can answer a question for me—that other guy who was there the night they told the ghost stories and Mary Shelley came up with Frankenstein, the one whose name I can never remember—”

“Polidori.”

“Uh, yeah. Him.” Oh crap, what if this guy really had known Byron? Was I going to sound like a royal idiot? “I always wondered why he never amounted to anything.”

“He was what we call a hanger-on. Mary was the really clever one.”

I grinned. “I always thought so. Now, I don’t think you called just to talk about the Romantic poets. What’s on your mind?”

“Destiny.”

“Right, the big question. Like, why are we here, what’s the point to life, that sort of thing?”

“I’m curious to hear what you think about it.”

I pouted. “That’s my line.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

I sighed loudly to make sure the sound carried into the mike. “All right. I’ll bite. Here’s what I think, with the caveat that I may be wrong. I think we’re here to make the world a better place than we found it. I think we don’t always deserve the cards that we’re dealt, good or bad. But we are judged by how we play the cards we’re dealt. Those of us with a bum deal that makes it harder to do good—we just have to work a little more is all. There’s no destiny. There’s just muddling through without doing too much damage.”

Most of the time I even believed that.

“Hmm, that’s very nice,” the vampire said, coy and condescending.

“All right. I know you’re just trying to bait me. Why don’t you come out and say what you want to say.”

“You talk about us, vampires and lycanthropes, like we’re afflicted. Like we have a handicap. And if your goal is to pass as human, to blend in with society, then I suppose it is a handicap. But have you ever thought that we are the chosen ones? Fate marked us, and we became what we are. We are superior, chosen by destiny, and one day we will rule the world. The Families know this. They are grooming us, the masters of the night, to be the masters of everything. We’re the top of the food chain. One day humanity will see the truth of it.”

By this time, I’d heard a dozen versions of this shtick. Fortunately, vampires only ever talked about taking over the world.

When they stopped talking about it, I’d start to worry.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I want you to know the truth.”

“Well, thank you for the public service announcement. I’m cutting you off now, you’ve had a little too much ego tonight. Next call—ooh, I think I might have a debate for us here. Hello, Jake? You’re on the air. What do you have for me?”

“Um, Kitty? Oh, wow. I mean—hi.”

“Hi. So you have a response to our esteemed vampire caller.”

“Oh, do I ever. That guy is so full of”—he paused amusingly to censor himself—“crap. I mean, I really want to know where I can get in on some of this vampire world domination action. ’Cause I’m a vampire and I’m stuck working the night shift at a Speedy Mart. I’m not the top of any food chain.”

“You’re not part of a Family?”

Jake chuckled. “If it weren’t for your show I wouldn’t even know about Families.”

This was the part of my show that freaked me out a little. There were people out there for whom I was their only source of information, who used me as a lifeline. It felt like a burden. I had to sound encouraging to someone who’d been dealt a truly shitty hand: working the night shift at Speedy Mart for all eternity.

I said, “I know this is personal, but I take it that you were made a vampire under violent circumstances, against your will.”

“Got that right. And if destiny had anything to do with it, I’d sure like to know why.”

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