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barbs popped open and held it fast

And for just a moment, only Felix, binding the cable to the thick brass pillar, was moving. Everyone else was frozen, too startled to gasp. Unbelieving. This wasn’t possible was it? Or part of the show? A trick? An assassination? Too surreal…

Even the monster stood as he had, staggered back a step, his arms flung wide by the impact, his redding eyes focused on the wooden stake piercing his blackened soul.

For just an instant…

Then the eyes went up and the mouth spread wide the fangs and, the howl began…

And Cat stepped in from the left and fired and his bolt plunged deep, crisscrossing the first, and as he scrambled to tie his cable to the other brass pillar, the monster… detonated…

The howling, the ungodly, unreal howling shot through the crowd and echoed off the street and the maniacal frenzy was impossibly violent and crazed. Oh, God! The howling, screeching, tearing sound…

And the people watching who had first thought: murder. Murder! Murder!!… now thought, What is this? What is that! It cannot be a man! It cannot be! Not that sound! An animal? What kind of an animal could…

Thrash and rip and screech and the hissing burst forth upon them and the first desperate evil wrenching- away shook the thick brass pillar and the second made it rock and creak and the awning above it sway and then the second cable was tied fast and the monster frenzied even wilder with the terror of being trapped and… and the anger.

… the blazing fury…

… at this young man who presumed to attack a god!…

And instead of pulling away, the monster burst forward toward Felix.

And into his balloons.

They weren’t water balloons that broke and splashed on his face and chest, that awful smell in its gleaming mouth.

They were gasoline. And they broke, one-two-three, across his front and soaked him and Cat already had the flare lit and he tossed it and it hit the rushing chest and bounced off, but not before…

The flames rushed up and out and around him, his clothes and hair and skin bursting with it, a flame that could not be that color, could not be that bright and cracklingloud and when the black glob finally spat forth, it was burning.

And nothing could have that evil, hell-wretched smell.

No thought of anger. No thought of vengeance. Not anymore. No more. The pain… the pain! And it howled and warped into madness and wrenched back and the pillars swayed and gave some and it wrenched some more, the screaming, the screaming, and the pillars started to buckle where they were bolted against the sidewalk.

NO! No! It can’t get free!

The Gunman squatted and aimed and fired at the right knee and missed and fired again and hit it. And then the left knee and the howling! The howling as it crumpled, crippled and imploding with the agony, still wrenching itself back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, screaming and screaming and the pillars…

The pillars broke free and it fell backward, rolling, and lay there for a second as two more silver bullets rammed into its chest. But then it was up, a ball of scrambling flame backing away, thudding into the side of the limousine and then crawling like a crab across the top into the street and—

And Gunman Felix fired again and again and again and, yes, there was an effect. It jerked and swayed with each impact…

But there was no stopping it. It was into the middle of the street now, scrambling, scrabbling away, the ends of the crossbow bolts sparking on the asphalt and…

We can’t stop it! It’ll get away and the flames will go out and it’ll pull those stakes out.

Now! We’ve got to stop it now! Just for a few seconds! It couldn’t take much longer.

The Blazer, the one Davette had sworn to stay hidden in two blocks away, was doing twenty-five when it vaulted across the sidewalk, thirty when it bounced across the curb into the street, and an even thirty-six when its front bumper slammed dead-center into the warping flames.

The noise! The streak of fire as the vampire flew past them, the awful crash as it splintered against the front bumper of its own black limousine, the terrible keening wail as it lay, a frenzied flaming blur, against the curb.

Gunman Felix was standing over it when the burning hands tried to raise up, was staring down when the blazing tortured eyes focused on him, was smiling when they collapsed backward into the fire.

The swell of flame was twelve feet wide and hot and bright and impossibly loud.

Then the loud hissing, as though gas were escaping. Then sparks. So many sparks.

Then that loud pop thunderous and deep.

Then nothing. A tiny circle of blue-and-white flame flickering out around a small pile of ashes.

The people watching had no idea what they had just seen. But something inside was glad. Something inside was relieved. Something inside was grateful to the pair in the chain mail. Later they would forget. Or try. But now.

Supernatural.

“We did it!” shouted Cat, unbelieving himself. “We did it! Felix! We killed it! We killed a master! At night!”

Felix nodded, said, “Yeah.”

Then he turned to the tall, pasty-faced chauffeur and thumped two fingers hard into his chest.

“Spread the word.”

Last Interlude

It was only Will. Will and Hatred and Revenge. Over Pain.

Will and Hatred and Revenge were stronger, were they not?

I am stronger, am I not?

Did I not bear the cramped capsule across the seas, with the sputtering, plaything mortals seeking to caress me and join with me?

Could any other have done that?

Would any other dare?

Would any other know what I know about this Disease-Felix?

Will and Hatred and Revenge must be satisfied.

So up and over the ancient walls that could never be too high or too strong for his powerful claws, nor could the drop over the side be too high or any creature or mortal fool be able to sprint across these famous gardens with such breathtaking speed and grace.

Yes, the pain. The awful pain. The greater pressure of the pain, across his temples and into the bones of his face and skull as he drew nearer and nearer to this, the Lair of the Monster’s Beast on Earth.

Oh, the agony. Oh, the pressure as it grew. It stumbled once, with this pain, with this agony.

But Hatred and Revenge and Will!

For the Disease-Felix would not leave! It would not come out! It stayed and stayed, happy and breathing and warm in the center of the pain and—

And it thought it was safe! It cannot think it is safe! It cannot believe!

The walls of the building were as slick as the outer barricades but its claws, even with the pain, were no