'You know, eet is people like zat who give ze vampires a bad name, eh?' Pepe said, nudging me.
I ignored him, lost in my own anxiety and frustration at the stalemated situation. A noticeably harder jab from Massha broke my reverie, however.
'Hey, Hot Stuff. Do you see what I see?'
I tore my gaze away from the confrontation and shot a glance her way. She was standing motionless, her brow furrowed with concentration and her eyes closed.
It took me a few moments to realize what she was doing, then I followed suit, scarcely daring to hope.
There it was! A force line! A big, strong, beautiful, glorious force line.
I had gotten so used to not having any magical energy at my disposal in this dimension that I hadn't even bothered to check!
I opened myself to the energy, relished it for a fleet moment, then rechanneled it.
'Excuse me,' I said with a smile, handing my sunglasses to Kirby. 'It's about time I took a hand in this directly.'
With that, I reached out with my mind, pushed off against the ground, and soared upward, setting a course for the cornered vampire on the roof.
Chapter Nineteen
'All right, pilgrim. This is between you and me!'
I had hoped to make my approach unobserved, but as I flew upward, the crowd below let out a roar that drew the attention of the combatants on the roof. Terrific! When I wanted unobtrusive, I got notoriety.
Reaching a height level with that of the vampire, I hovered at a discreet distance.
'Put away the nasties,' I called to Tananda and Guido. 'He's not getting away by air.'
They looked a bit rebellious, but followed the order.
'What's with the Peter Pan bit, partner?' Aahz shouted. 'Are you feeling your Cheerioats, or did you finally find a force line?'
'Both.' I waved back, then turned my attention to Vic.
Though his eyes were obscured by his sunglasses, I could feel his hateful glare burning into me to the bone. 'Why don't you just call it quits?' I said in what I hoped was a calm, soothing tone. 'It's over. We've got you outflanked.'
For a moment he seemed to waiver with indecision. Then, without warning, he threw Luanna at Aahz.
'Why can't you all just leave me alone!' he screamed, and dove off the roof.
Aahz somehow managed to snag the girl's hurtling form, though in the process he lost his balance and tumbled backward down the roof peak, cushioning the impact with his own body.
I hesitated, torn between the impulse to check on Luanna's welfare and the desire to pursue Vic.
'Go get him!' my partner called. 'We're fine!'
That was all the encouragement I needed. Wheeling to my right, I plunged after the fleeing vampire, What followed was one of the more interesting experiences of my limited magical career. As I mentioned before, my form of flying magically isn't really flying… it's controlled levitation of oneself. This made enthusiastic pursuit a real challenge to my abilities. To counterbalance the problem, however, Vic couldn't really fly either'… at least he never seemed to flap his wings. Instead, he appeared content to soar and bank and catch an occasional updraft. This forced him to continually circle and double back through roughly the same area time and time again. This suited me fine, as I didn't want to wander too far away from my energizing force line now that I had found it. The idea of running out of power while suspended fifty feet in the air did not appeal to me at all.
Anyway, our aerial duel rapidly became a curious matching of styles with Vic's swooping and circling in his efforts to escape and my vertical and horizontal maneuverings to try to intercept him. Needless to say, the conflict was not resolved quickly. As soon as I would time a move that came close enough to an interception to justify attempting it again. Vic would realize his danger and alter his pattern, leaving me to try to puzzle out his new course. The crowd loved it.
They whooped and hollered, their words of encouragement alternately loud and faint as we changed altitude. It was impossible to tell which of us they were cheering for, though for a while I thought it was me, considering the approval they had expressed when I first took off to join the battle. Then I noticed that the crowd was considerably larger than it had been when I entered the fray, and I realized that many of them had not been around to witness the beginning of the conflict. To them, it probably appeared that a monster from another dimension was chasing one of their fellow beings through the sky.
That thought was disquieting enough that I spared some of my attention to scan the surrounding rooftops on the off-chance that a local sniper might be preparing to help his fellow countryman. It turned out to be the wisest decision I had made.
As I was looking over my shoulder, I plowed full force into Vic, who had doubled back on his own path. The feint would have probably worked if I had seen it, but as it was we collided at maximum speed, the impact momentarily stunning us both. I managed to grab a double handful of the vampire's turtleneck as we fell about ten feet before I adjusted my levitation strength to support us both.
'What's the matter with you!' I demanded, trying to shake him, which succeeded only in moving us both back and forth in the air. 'Running away won't help.'
Then I realized he was crying.
Somehow, this struck me as immensely unfair. I mean, how are you supposed to stay mad at a villain that cries? Okay. So I'm a soft tough. But the crying really did make a difference.
'I can't fight you all!' he sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks. 'Maybe if I knew some magic I could take one of you with me… but at least you're going to have to work for your kill!'
With that he tore loose from my grasp and swooped away.
His words stunned me so much I almost let him escape. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to call out to him.
'Hey, dummy! Nobody's trying to kill you!'
'Yeah, sure,' he shouted back. 'You're up here just for the fun of it.'
He was starting to bank toward the street, and I knew I'd only have time for one more try.
'Look! Will you stop running if I quit chasing you? I think there's a major misunderstanding here.'
He glanced back over his shoulder and saw that I was still where I was when we collided. Altering his course slightly, he flared his wings and landed on a carved gargoyle ornament jutting out from the side of the building.
'Why should you want to talk?' he called, wiping his face with one hand. 'I thought nothing I could say would change your mind.'
'You'd be surprised,' I shouted back. 'Say, do you mind if I land on that ledge near you? I feel pretty silly just hanging here.'
He glanced at the indicated ledge, and I could see his wings flex nervously.
'C'mon,' I urged. 'I'll be further away from you there than I was when we started this chase back on the roof. You'll still have a clean shot at getting away if I try anything.'
He hesitated, then nodded his consent.
Moving slowly so as not to alarm him, I maneuvered my way to my new perch. Truth to tell, I was glad to get something solid under my feet again. Even using magic, flying can take a lot out of you, and I was relieved to get a chance to rest. Now that I was closer, I could see that Vic was breathing heavily himself. Apparently his form of flying was no picnic either.
'All right,' I said in a much more conversational tone. 'Let's take this thing from the top. Who says we're trying to kill you?'
'Matt does,' the vampire responded. 'He's the one who filled me in on you and your pet demon. To be
