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This was going to piss a lot of people off. Kind of like kicking a wasp’s nest.
“Hi, Ricardo, how are you this fine evening?”
“I’m just wonderful,” he said, gritting his teeth but managing to sound honest. The microphone would hear honest, at least. “It’s an honor to be on your show.”
“Thank you, that’s great to hear,” I said. “I was starting to think most vampires put up with me because they think I’m cute and harmless.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t accuse you of that.”
“Wait—which one?” He just smiled. “Right, moving on. Tonight I’d like to delve into some of the secrets, the hows and whys. The questions that never see the light of day, so to speak. But first, do you think you’ll get in trouble for answering such questions? For breaking the code of secrecy?”
“Oh, probably. One thing or another will get me in trouble.”
“So being a vampire is dangerous stuff.”
“Yes. Usually. People assume immortality comes with vampirism. But you’d be surprised how much work the immortality takes. The old vampires are dangerous because they know what it takes to survive.”
“Take note of that all you wannabes out there. So, Ricardo—how did you become the Master of Denver?”
“Finesse,” he said, his face perfectly straight. “Sometimes it’s just a matter of walking in and saying, ‘Here I am.’ ”
Oh my God, I loved it. “Is that how such transitions usually take place?”
“Usually they’re quite violent. Vampires are territorial. Taking another vampire’s territory isn’t something to be done lightly. But I firmly believe this territory is better off in my hands than my predecessor’s.”
This sounded like a political campaign, which was exactly the right description, I supposed. Except the tactics threatened to get much more vicious.
“Better off? How?”
“Safer.”
“For vampires—”
“For everyone.”
“Wait a minute, I may not know much, but I know vampires keep to themselves. Most of the fine citizens of Denver have never interacted with a vampire and wouldn’t know one if they met one. How does a city’s Master vampire keep the city safe for everyone?” I knew the answer; this was for the benefit of my listeners.
“Because when a Master vampire can’t control his followers, the rest of the city’s vampires, then no one is safe from them. They will hunt indiscriminately, uncontrolled. They’ll kill. Most people never notice vampires because they’re kept in check. They don’t kill for blood. When that control is gone . . . ” He left the statement hanging ominously. “It’s the same with werewolves, you know that.”
The system—alphas commanding their packs, Masters controlling the vampires—had been handed down for centuries. Most of our kinds knew they had to stay hidden to survive, to avoid the mob with torches and pitchforks scenario. Occasionally, though, we had rogues who lacked common s
ense. We had to police ourselves. The system was archaic, born in the days of monarchs and empires. It showed, even in someone relatively down to earth like Rick.
“I do, and we’ll maybe get to that later in the show. But here’s a question for you: Do you think maybe the system is outdated?” That caught him off guard. He narrowed his gaze at me. I said, “I don’t expect you to tell me your age—I haven’t yet gotten a vampire to admit his age—but tell me this: were you born in a country with a king? An absolute monarch, in the days when that actually meant something more than getting chased by paparazzi.”
Cautiously, he said, “Yes.”
I filled in a few holes. He’d been born in Europe, at least a couple hundred years ago. With a name like Ricardo, that probably meant Spain. Lots of holes remained, like when he’d become a vampire, when he’d come to America, and—the eternal question—how old was he really?
“Then does Denver even need a Master, or do you think the system is outdated?” I honestly wanted to know, and I had no idea what he was going to say.
“I thought you were supposed to be making me look good.”
“I decided to go for heavy-hitting philosophy instead.”
He took what I threw at him in stride, with a narrow gaze and nary a beat missed. “I think we already answered that question. You’ve met some of the vampires in question, and I don’t think you’d really want them to have free run of the city.”
It was hard to tell the difference from my end. They all seemed arrogant and selfish. They all wanted you to know they could own you if they chose to, if they didn’t have someone like Arturo holding them back.
