Bloodsucking fiends: a love story

help."
    "Recruits!" the Emperor exclaimed. "Shall we join forces against evil? Call the City to arms? Drive evil back to the dark crevice from whence it came? Can the men and I share your cab?" He patted his still squirming pocket.
    Tommy eyed the cabdriver. "Well, I don't know." He pulled open the rear door and leaned in. "Dogs and royalty okay?" he asked the cabbie.
    The driver said something in Farsi that Tommy took for a yes.
    "Let's go." Tommy stepped back and motioned for the Emperor to get in.
    Lazarus jumped into the back seat with a rattle of armor, followed by the Emperor and Tommy. As soon as the cab had gone a block, Bummer settled down and the Emperor let him out of his pocket. "Something about your building vexes him. I don't understand it."
    Tommy shrugged, thinking about how he was going to tell the Animals about Simon's death.
    The Emperor rolled down the window and he and his men rode through the City with their heads out the window, squinting into the wind like mobile gargoyles.
    Cavuto slapped Rivera on the shoulder, startling him out of sleep. "Wake up. Something's going down. A cab just pulled up and that old wacko just came around the corner with his dogs."
    Rivera wiped his eyes and sat up. "What's the Emperor doing here?"
    "There's the kid. How in the hell did he get hold of the old wacko?"
    They watched as Tommy and the Emperor talked, Tommy glancing from time to time at the cabdriver. A few minutes passed and they loaded into the cab.
    "Here we go," Cavuto said as he started the car.
    "Wait, let me out."
    "What?"
    "I want to see where the girl goes. Who she is."
    "Just go ask her."
    "I'm out of here." Rivera picked up the portable radio from the seat. "Stay in touch. I'll send for another car."
    Cavuto was rocking in the driver's seat, waiting to go. "Call me on the cell phone if you see the girl. Keep it off the radio."
    Rivera stopped halfway out of the car. "You think it's the girl from the morgue, don't you?"
    "Get out," Cavuto said. "He's leaving."
    The cab pulled away. Cavuto let them get a block away, then pulled out after them, leaving Rivera standing in the dark alley fingering the crucifix in his pocket.
    Four stories above him, on the roof of a light industrial building, Elijah Ben Sapir, the vampire, looked down on Rivera, noting how much heat the policeman was losing though the thinning spot in his hair. "Jump or dive?" he said to himself.

Chapter 32 – All for One, and…
    Well, You Know
    They might have been the Magnificent Seven or the Seven Samurai. If each of them had been a trained professional, a gunfighter with a character flaw, or a broken warrior with a past – or if each had a secret reason for joining a suicide mission, an antihero's sense of justice, and a burning desire to put things right – they might have become an elite fighting unit whose resourcefulness and courage would lead them to victory over those who would oppose or oppress. But the fact was, they were a disorganized bunch of perpetual adolescents, untrained and unprepared for anything but throwing stock and having fun: the Animals.
    They sat on the registers as Tommy paced before them telling them about the vampire, about Simon's death, and giving them the call to action while the Emperor stood by quoting passages from Henry the Fifth's speech at the Battle of Agincourt.
    "The cops aren't going to believe it, and I can't do it alone," Tommy said.
    The Emperor said, "'We few, we lucky few…'"
    "So who's with me?"
    The Animals didn't say a word.
    "Barry," Tommy said, "you're a scuba diver. You've got some balls, right? Sure, you're balding and going to fat, but this is a chance to make a difference."
    Barry looked at this shoes.
    Tommy jumped to Drew, who hung his head so that his greasy blond hair covered his face. "Drew, you have the most complete knowledge of chemistry of anyone I've ever met. It's time to use it."
    "We've got a truck to unload," Drew said.
    Tommy moved to Clint; stared into his thick glasses, ruffled his curly black hair. "Clint, God wants you to do this. This vampire is evil incarnate. Sure, you're a little burned out, but you can still strike a blow for righteousness."
    "Blessed are the meek," said Clint.
    "Jeff!" Tommy said. The big jock looked up, as if the key to the universe lay in the fluorescent lights. "Jeff, you're big, you're dumb, your knee is blown out, but hey, man, you look good. We might be able to use that."
    Jeff began whistling.
    Tommy moved on. "Lash, your