Kitty and the Silver Bullet

Vases of flowers covered the table and spilled onto the floor nearby, giving the room a tropical, heady atmosphere.

'You must be Kitty Norville,' she said.

I offered my hand to shake, and she did, smiling indulgently. Her grip was cool. I gestured over my shoulder. 'This is my friend, Ben.'

'Great show, Ms. Cook,' Ben said diplomatically. He stayed a step behind me, ready to let me make my own mess.

'Thank you very much,' she said, flashing a brilliant smile. 'Please, come in, have a seat. I think there are a couple of extra chairs here.' We found the chairs, and I scooted mine close to her, like we were a couple of old friends.

I rarely had a chance to prep for an interview like this, meeting the subject beforehand and getting a feel for how they'll respond to my questions. In moments, Mercedes put me at ease. Already I could feel that she was going to give a great interview.

'Thanks so much for the tickets. We had a great time.'

'I'm glad. I had a good audience tonight, but I always wonder. Maybe they're just being polite.'

Friendly, endearing—she didn't even talk like a vampire. Maybe she was young—for a vampire—and hadn't yet acquired the arrogance of centuries. I started to ask, then thought I should save it for tomorrow's interview.

'If you're up for taking calls during the interview tomorrow, you'll get to ask your fans directly.'

'I'm looking forward to it. I've done lots of interviews, but never anything like this.' That smile glittered. Not a hint of fang showed. She genuinely seemed happy about the interview. 'I want to thank you for giving me this chance. Once I decided to tell the world what I am, I had to decide how to do it. Being on your show seemed like such a fun alternative to a stuffy press conference.'

I was sought after. My show had credibility. I could have burst with pride.

I tried to stay grounded. 'Going public will change everything. No one will ever look at you the same. This could end your career.'

'Or raise it to an entirely new level. Going public certainly hasn't hurt your career.'

'I can't argue with that. But most of the time I feel like I'm madly treading water just to keep from going under.'

She laughed, a musical sound—of course. 'Oh, that doesn't have anything to do with being a werewolf. That's life.'

She had a point. I just smiled. 'I won't be offended if you decide to back out of the interview.'

“Don't worry, Kitty. I'm not exactly an innocent young thing in this business. It's my choice to go public, and I know what I'm doing.'

These kinds of interviews involved a bit of give and take. We were both after publicity, but ideally we wouldn't sound self-serving. We wanted to be entertaining. I wanted the whole thing to sound like a pleasant conversation. And at the same time I wanted to get as much information as I possibly could.

My smile turned sly. 'Just how 'not young' are you, if you don't mind me asking?'

'Why is that the first thing anyone wants to know about you when they find out you're a vampire?' Her gaze became hooded, her smile mysterious.

Ah well, it was worth a try. 'Morbid curiosity, I think. Can I ask if you belong to a Family? Do you have a Master or someone you had to argue with about this?'

'No Family. I'm the Master of my own little world. I like it that way.'

'Amen,' I said. 'I figure in the interview we'll get the big news out of the way, I'll ask a few questions, then open the lines for calls. Sound good?'

'Fabulous.'

“Then I'll see you at the station at eleven tomorrow night. You have my number? You'll call me if you need anything?'

'I'll be fine, thank you,' she said, another laugh hiding in her voice. 'Thanks again for agreeing to do this.'

'My pleasure.'

We shook hands, she and Ben smiled at each other, and we made our way out of the theater. I was almost skipping, I felt so good.

I chatted at Ben. 'This is going to be great. She's so cool, she so doesn't act like a vampire. Most of them are total snobs, and I was thinking snob and Broadway star to boot, she'll be terrible. But she was totally decent. My audience’ll love her.'

An amused smile touched Ben's lips. 'Maybe it's because she's been passing as human. She's like you—you spend enough time acting human, you seem more human.'

'Hmm. You may have something there.' I mentally wrote it down for the interview tomorrow. I could use it to launch a whole discussion. Oh, I was so looking forward to this.

'It's nice to finally see you in a good mood,' Ben said.

I was in a good mood, wasn't I? Grinning, I hugged his arm. 'How long do you suppose I can make it last?'

'You'll have to find a way to stay distracted, so you're not worrying about anything.'

Even mentioning worries darkened the edges of my thoughts. Stay distracted. Just like he said. I pulled his arm over my shoulders and pressed myself close, so we walked body to body. 'And how do you suggest I do that?'

He stopped and cupped my face to kiss me, a long, sensual caress of lips, filled with heat and longing. My scalp flushed and my toes curled.

I pulled back and smiled. 'That's a start,' I said.

We went straight home, and Ben made sure I stayed distracted for a good long time.

Another Friday night arrived, right on schedule.

I sent one of the interns—one who loved show tunes and would be awed by her presence—to the KNOB lobby to wait for Mercedes Cook and escort her to the studio.

Ten minutes ahead of schedule, Mercedes swept into the studio, gracious and scintillating. I was heartened that it didn't seem to be an act. Maybe she was like this all the time. She wore a black camisole, matching cardigan, and a long, sweeping skirt with sandals—comfortable and perfect for summer, while still managing to display the height of fashion and panache. Her hair was tied back in a bun, and beaded earrings dangled from her ears. I'd never possess that much flair if I lived a thousand years.

I greeted her and introduced her to Matt, then showed her to her seat. The intern scampered into the booth to watch. Even Matt seemed a little awestruck.

'Here's your headphones, your mike—' She adjusted the mike herself and threw me an amused glance—she'd done this before after all. She could take care of herself.

'Thirty seconds, Kitty,' Matt called from the booth.

'You ready for this?' I said to the singer. I for one was thrilled. This was the same studio where I'd announced on the air, for the whole country to hear, that I was a werewolf. This was perfect. Kismet.

'More than ready,' Mercedes said, seeming just as excited as I felt. She perched at the edge of her seat, leaning on the armrest. I couldn't tell if her poise came from her being a supernaturally self-possessed vampire, or a world-class performer. She blurred the lines.

'Then here we go.' Matt counted down, and routine took over. The opening chords of CCR's 'Bad Moon Rising' played, but faded quickly to be replaced by a recording of Mercedes Cook singing Cole Porter.

'Good evening, faithful listeners, this is Kitty Norville here with The Midnight Hour, the show that isn't afraid of the dark or the creatures who live there. Tonight I have a very special guest with me, someone who in her own way is well acquainted with the night, Broadway legend Mercedes Cook. She's been a leading lady on the Great White Way for forty years now and shows no signs of slowing down. Mercedes, welcome.'

'Thank you, Kitty. I'm happy to be here.' We'd agreed beforehand not to mess around, just get straight to the purpose of her being here, then deal with the fallout. Away we went.

'Mercedes, I've had a lot of people asking me why I invited you onto the show. Of course I have a huge respect for Broadway theater, but musicals aren't my usual topic of discussion. Would you like to tell our listeners why you're here?'

'Well, it's because I'm a vampire. I thought it was time people knew that.'

Straight to the point, calm and collected—of course she was, she was a professional actress. I had goose bumps. Through the booth window, Matt was shaking his head, with an expression like he was whistling low. The intern's jaw had dropped.

'All right,' I said. 'Remember, folks, you heard it here first. I might as well ask the two questions everyone wants to know about vampires: First, how old are you?'

'Oh, don't you know it isn't polite to ask a girl her age?'

'That never stops me. Not even a little hint?'

'What if I said I got my start in vaudeville?' Ha! I'd guessed right!

'Oh, that would be cool. Now that you're out of the vampire closet, any chance you'll release some photos? Let us know what acts you were part of? Any secret recordings folks can dig out of their attics?'

'I don't know, I never really thought about it. I ought to see what I can come up with. Now, you said there were two questions. What's the other?'

'How did you become a vampire?'

She got this sly look, and the expression carried into the tone of her voice. She knew how to be cagey and charming at the same time. 'That's almost as bad as the first.'

'Did you choose to become a vampire?'

'Yes, I did.'

'Did you do it for your career? Did you want to stay young for the sake of your career?'

'Not precisely. It was more complicated than that— these things always are, aren't they? I wouldn't want any young actress listening to think that vampirism is a viable way to boost her career. In the end, there are a lot of drawbacks. I remember when I was asked to sing in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, and I couldn't explain why I had to say no. I've made vampirism work for me because I wanted it to.'

'Along those lines, you have what I'm sure lots of actresses wish they could have—eternal youth. But do you ever regret that you won't get to play some of the great roles for older women, like in Hello, Dolly! or Arsenic and Old Lace?'

'That's exactly one of the drawbacks. I do regret it sometimes. It would be ironic if I ever decided to try for a part like that and had to wear a ton of makeup to look old.'

A vampire with a sense of humor. I loved it.

'What do you think will happen to your career now? Now that you've said you're a vampire, how will things change?'

Mercedes said, 'I'm taking a risk. I'm gambling that my reputation as an actress and singer will outweigh my identity as a vampire. It's a test, really.'

'Are you also maybe betting that audiences will want to come see you because you're a vampire?'

'Maybe,' she said.

'Has being a vampire helped you in other ways? You'll stay young-looking, but what about stage presence? Your ability to connect with an audience? I saw your show, and I have to say it was almost supernatural.'

'Thank you, I think. But you're talking about the powers vampires are reported to have. The mind control, that sort of thing.' She said it wryly, like it was a joke, an urban legend that had no basis in reality.

'That's right.'