Nightwatch w-1

by Sergei Lukyanenko

  My thoughts were moving as fast as if I were acting as a brainstorm conductor, connected up to other people’s minds, the way our analysts sometimes worked. No, of course, that wasn’t really happening; it was just that the pieces of the jigsaw had started moving around on the table in front of me, coming together.

  Day Watch didn’t give a damn about the girl-vampire…

  Day Watch wouldn’t risk open conflict for the sake of a kid with potentially great powers. Day Watch had only one reason for doing all this.

  A Dark Magician with monstrous reserves of power.

  A Dark Magician who could reinforce their position, not only in Moscow, but right across the continent…

  But they’d already achieved that goal; we’d promised to hand over the Dark Magician…

  The unidentified magician was the only unknown in the equation, the X. We could designate Egor as Y: His resistance to magic was far too high for any novice Other. But on the other hand, the boy was an already known quantity, with just one indeterminate factor…

  And that had been deliberately introduced into the problem, to make it more complicated.

  «Zabulon!» I shouted. Behind my back Egor was scrabbling and sliding on the ice as he tried to stand up. Semyon was backing away from the magician, still maintaining his defenses. Ilya was observing everything dispassionately. Bear was closing in on the twitching girl-vampire as she tried to stand up. Tiger Cub and the witch Alisa were moving toward each other again. «Zabulon!»

  The demon looked at me.

  «I know who you’re fighting for!»

  No, I didn’t know yet. I was just beginning to understand, because the pieces of the jigsaw had come together and shown me a familiar face…

  The demon opened its jaws—they shifted to the left and the right, like a beetle’s. He was looking more and more like some giant insect; his scales had grown together into a single carapace; his genitals and tail had retracted; new limbs had begun to sprout from his sides.

  «Then you’re dead.»

  His voice was the same as before; in fact, it sounded even more thoughtful and intelligent. Zabulon stretched his arm out toward me—it extended in jerks, growing new joints as it came.

  «Come to me…« whispered Zabulon.

  Everybody froze—apart from me. I started walking toward the Dark Magician. There was a trace left of the mental defenses I’d nurtured for years and years. There was just no way I could not obey Zabulon.

  «Stop,» roared Tiger Cub, turning away from the battered but still snarling witch. «Stop!»

  I really wished I could do as she said, but I just couldn’t.

  «Anton…« I heard someone say behind me. «Look back…«

  That was something I could do. I turned my head, tearing my eyes away from the gaze of those amber eyes with the narrow, vertical slit pupils.

  Egor was still squatting down; he didn’t have the strength to get up. It was amazing that he was even conscious at all… after all, the external input into his energy reserves had been shut off. The external input that had attracted the boss’s attention, that had been maintained from the very beginning. Factor Y. Introduced to complicate the situation.

  The small ivory medallion on a copper chain dangled from Egor’s hand.

  «Catch!» the kid shouted.

  «Don’t take it!» Zabulon ordered me. But he was too late; I’d already bent down and grabbed the amulet as it came flying toward my feet. The carved medallion burned my hand when I touched it, as if I’d picked up a live coal.

  I looked at the demon and shook my head:

  «Zabulon, you no longer have power over me.»

  The demon howled and came straight at me. His power over me was gone, but he still had plenty of strength.

  «Tut-tut!» said Ilya.

  A wall of white flame cut across the space between us. Zabulon howled as he hit the magical barrier and the sheet of pure white light flung him back. He shook his scorched paws, looking ridiculous now, not terrible at all.

  «A complex move,» I said. «But elementary really, isn’t it?»

  Everything on the roof went quiet. Tiger Cub and the witch Alisa stood side by side, not even trying to attack each other. Semyon looked at me, then at Ilya, and I couldn’t tell which of us had surprised him most. The girl-vampire was crying quietly, trying to get up. She was in the worst state of all; she’d used up all her strength in surviving the fight with Bear, and now she was struggling to regenerate. With an incredible effort she left the Twilight, becoming a vague silhouette.

  Even the wind seemed to have died away…

  «How can you make a Dark Magician out of someone who is fundamentally pure?» I asked. «How can you win over to the side of Darkness a person who doesn’t know how to hate? You can shower problems on him whichever way he turns… bit by bit, a little at a time, hoping that he’ll become embittered… But that doesn’t work. This person… this girl… is too pure.»

  Ilya gave a quiet laugh of approval.

  «The only thing that she could hate,» I said, looking into Zabulon’s eyes, now filled with nothing but powerless malice, «is herself. And that’s the clever move. Unexpected. Let her mother fall ill. Let the girl devour her very soul, despising her own weakness and refusal to help. Drive her into a corner so tight, there’s nothing else she can feel but hate, even if that hate is for herself. Of course, there is a divergence of probabilities. Just a slight chance that a single Night Watch agent who doesn’t really know all that much about field work…«

  My knees started to buckle—I wasn’t used to staying in the Twilight this long. I would have fallen on my knees in front of Zabulon, something I really didn’t want to do, but Semyon slid through the Twilight and supported me by the shoulders. He’d probably been doing that for a hundred and fifty years too.

  «About field work…« I repeated, «might suddenly not behave according to plan, not trying to pity and comfort a girl for whom pity is fatal. He had to be distracted. A situation had to be created that would keep him busy. He had to be given a secondary assignment, and feel obliged to carry out that assignment for professional and personal reasons—anything that came to hand would do. An ordinary vampire could be sacrificed for that, couldn’t he?»

  Zabulon began transforming back to human form, rapidly assuming his former appearance as a gloomy intellectual.

  That was funny. What for? When I’d already seen what he’d become in the Twilight, what he’d become once and forever.

  «A complex maneuver,» I repeated. «I’ll bet Svetlana’s mother doesn’t really have to die from any fatal illness at all. That was a minor intervention from your side, within the permitted limits… But then we have rights too.»

  «She’s ours!» said Zabulon.

  «No.» I shook my head. «The Inferno’s not going to erupt. Her mother’s going to get well. I’m going straight to the girl now … and I’m going to tell her everything. Svetlana will join the Night Watch. You’ve lost, Zabulon. No matter what, you’ve lost.»

  The tatters of clothes scattered across the roof crept toward the Dark Magician, grew together and jumped up onto his body, clothing the sad, charming intellectual grieving for the whole world.

  «None of you will leave here,» said Zabulon. The Darkness began thickening behind his back, like two immense black wings unfurling.

  Ilya laughed again.

  «I’m stronger than all of you,» said Zabulon, squinting at Ilya. «Your borrowed powers are not unlimited. You will stay here forever, in the Twilight, deeper than you have ever dared to look…«

  Semyon sighed and said, «Anton, he still hasn’t gotten the picture yet.»

  I looked around and asked:

  «Boris Ignatievich, don’t you think you could drop the playacting now?»

  The bumptious young field operative shrugged:

  «Of course, Antoshka. But I don’t often get a chance to observe the head of the Day Watch in action. Don’t hold that against an old man. I hope Ilya found it jus
t as interesting being me…«

  Boris Ignatievich resumed his normal form. Instantly, without any theatrical intermediate metamorphoses or light effects. He was still in his gown and skullcap, but he was wearing soft moccasins on his feet, with galoshes over them.

  Zabulon’s face was a sight for sore eyes.

  The dark wings didn’t disappear, but they stopped growing and flapped hesitantly, as if the magician was thinking about flying away but couldn’t quite make up his mind.

  «Wind up this operation, Zabulon,» the boss said. «If you withdraw immediately from this building and from Svetlana’s house, we won’t lodge an official protest.»

  The Dark Magician didn’t hesitate.

  «We’ll withdraw.»

  The boss nodded, as if he’d never expected any other answer. Just for a moment I thought… He lowered the wand, and the barrier between me and Zabulon disappeared.

  «I’ll remember the part you played in this…« the Dark Magician hissed at me. «Forever.»

  «Do,» I said. «It’s good to remember.»

  Zabulon brought his hands together—the mighty wings flapped together, and the magician disappeared. But before he went, he glanced at the witch—and she nodded.

  I didn’t like that one little bit. A spiteful parting gesture may not be fatal, but it’s never pleasant.

  Alisa came over to me, walking with a light, dancing step completely out of keeping with her bloody face and dangling, dislocated left arm.

  «You must leave too,» said the boss.

  «Of course, I’ll be only too delighted,» replied the witch. «But before I do, I have one small, very small, debt to collect. Isn’t that right, Anton?»

  «Yes,» I whispered. «A seventh-degree intervention.»

  Who would she strike her blow at? Not the boss; the idea was ludicrous. Tiger Cub, Bear, Semyon… that was stupid. Egor? What suggestion could she implant in him at the very weakest level of intervention?

  «Open yourself,» said the witch. «Open yourself to me, Anton. A seventh-degree intervention. The head of the Night Watch is a witness: I won’t overstep the mark.»

  Semyon groaned, squeezing my shoulder so tight it hurt.

  «She has the right,» I said. «Boris Ignatievich…«

  «Whatever you say,» the boss answered softly. «I’m watching.»

  I sighed and laid myself open to the witch. There was nothing she could do! Nothing! A seventh-degree intervention—she could never turn me to the Darkness with that! The idea was simply ludicrous!

  «Anton,» the witch said gently. «Tell your boss what you wanted to say. Tell the truth. Act honestly and correctly. The way you ought to act.»

  «Minimal intervention…« the boss confirmed. If there was any pain in his voice, it was so deeply hidden that I couldn’t hear it.

  «A complex maneuver,» I said, glancing at Boris Ignatievich. «From both sides. The Day Watch sacrifices its pawns, and the Night Watch does the same. For the great goal. In order to win over to their side a sorceress of immense, unprecedented power, a young vampire who is longing for love may die. A little kid with feeble powers may disappear forever in the Twilight. Operatives may be hurt. But there’s an end that justifies the means. Two great magicians who have opposed each other for hundreds of years cook up another little war. And the Light Magician is in the toughest spot… he has to stake everything. And for him to lose is more than just an inconvenience; it’s a step into the Twilight, into the Twilight forever. But still he stakes everyone’s lives. His own side’s and the other’s. Right, Boris Ignatievich?»

  «Right,» replied the boss.

  Alisa laughed and walked toward the trapdoor. The witch was in no shape for flying; Tiger Cub had given her a good mauling. But even after that she was feeling victorious.

  I looked at Semyon and he turned his eyes away. Tiger Cub slowly transformed back into a girl… also trying not to look me in the eye. Bear gave a short, sharp howl and trudged toward the trapdoor without changing his form. It was toughest of all for him. He was too uncompromising. Bear, the great warrior and opponent of all compromise…

  «You’re all bastards,» said Egor. He stood up, moving jerkily—not just because he was tired; the boss was feeding his reserves now; I could see the fine thread of power streaming through the air—because at first it’s always hard to tear yourself out of your shadow.

  I was the next out. It wasn’t difficult; during the last quarter of an hour so much energy had been splashed out into the Twilight that it had lost its usual aggressive clamminess.

  Almost immediately I heard a disgustingly soft thud: It was the warlock who’d fallen off the roof hitting the asphalt.

  Then the others started appearing. An attractive-looking, black-haired girl with a bruise under her left eye and a broken jaw; an imperturbable, stocky little man, a calm-looking businessman in an oriental robe… Bear had already gone. I knew what he’d be doing in his apartment—his «lair.» Drinking pure surgical spirit and reading poetry. Probably out loud. And watching the happily burbling TV.

  The girl-vampire was there too. She was in really bad shape. She mumbled something, shaking her head and trying to re-attach a hand that had been bitten off. The hand was making feeble efforts to grow back. Everything around her was spattered with blood—not hers, of course; it was the blood of her latest victim…

  «Time to go,» I said, lifting the heavy pistol. My hand trembled treacherously.

  The bullet smacked into the dead flesh, and a ragged wound appeared in the girl’s side. The vampire groaned and squeezed it shut with her one good hand. The other was dangling on a few threadlike tendons.

  «Don’t,» Semyon said softly. «Don’t, Anton…«

  I went ahead, taking aim at her head. But at that moment a huge black shadow swooped down out of the sky, a bat grown to the size of a condor. It spread its wings, shielding the girl-vampire and convulsing as it transformed.

  «She’s entitled to a trial!»

  I couldn’t fire at Kostya. I stood there, looking at the young vampire who lived in the apartment above me. The vampire’s eyes were trained directly on me. How long had you been sneaking around after me, my friend and enemy? And what for—to save your fellow vampire or to prevent me from taking a step that would make me your mortal enemy?

  I shrugged and stuck the revolver into my belt. You were right, Olga. All this equipment is useless.

  «She is,» the boss confirmed. «Semyon, Tiger Cub, escort her.»

  «All right,» said Tiger Cub. She gave me a glance, more of understanding than sympathy, and set off toward the vampires with a spring in her step.

  «Even so, she’s for the high jump,» Semyon whispered and followed her.

  That was how they left the roof: Kostya carrying the groaning girl-vampire, who had no idea what was going on, with Semyon and Tiger silently walking behind him.

  The three of us were left alone.

  «Son, you do have some powers,» the boss said gently. «Not great ones, but then most don’t even have that. I’d be happy for you to be my pupil…«

  «You can go…« Egor began. The remainder of the phrase had no place in polite conversation. The boy was crying silently, struggling to hold back the tears, but he couldn’t stop them.

  One tiny little seventh-degree intervention, and he’d feel better. He’d understand that to fight the Darkness, Light has to use every possible weapon available to it…

  I looked up at the somber sky and opened my mouth to catch the cold snowflakes. I wanted to freeze. To freeze solid. Not like in the Twilight. To become ice, not mist; snow, not slush; to freeze, solidify, and never melt again…

  «Egor, come on, I’ll see you home,» I offered.

  «It’s not far, I’ll be okay…« the kid said.

  I went on standing there for a long time, gulping down snow mixed with wind, and I didn’t notice him leave. I heard the boss ask: «Will you be able to wake your parents up on your own?» but I didn’t hear the answer.

 
; «Anton, if it’s any comfort to you at all… the boy’s aura’s the same as it was. Still indeterminate…« He put his arm around my shoulders. He looked small now, pitiful, not at all like a well-groomed entrepreneur or a top-flight magician. Just a sprightly old man who’d won another brief battle in a war that had no end.

  «Great.»

  That’s what I’d really like—to have no aura at all. To make my own destiny.

  «Anton, you still have things to do.»

  «I know, Boris Ignatievich…«

  «Will you be able to explain everything to Svetlana?»

  «Yes, I expect so… I will now.»

  «I’m really sorry. But I have to use what I have… the people I have. You’re linked with her. A standard mystical link, impossible to explain. No one can take your place.»

  «I understand.»

  The snow was settling on my face, thawing on my eyelashes, melting and dribbling down my cheeks. It felt as if I’d almost managed to freeze solid, but I didn’t have the right.

  «Remember what I told you? Being on the side of the Light is much tougher than being on the side of the Dark…«

  «I remember…«

  «It will be even tougher for you, Anton. You’ll fall in love with her. You’ll live with her… for a while. Then Svetlana will move on. And you’ll see her moving farther away from you, see her contacts extending into places far higher than you can ever reach. You’ll suffer. But nothing can be done about it. You play your part at the beginning. That’s the way it is with every Great Magician, with every Great Sorceress. They achieve greatness by trampling over the bodies of their friends and loved ones. There is no other way.»

  «Yes, I understand… I understand everything…«

  «Let’s go then, Anton?»

  I didn’t answer.

  «Shall we go?»

  «Aren’t we late already?»

  «Not yet. The Light has its own paths. I’ll take you there by the short way, and after that, you follow your own path.»

  «Then I’ll just stand here for a while,» I said. I closed my eyes so that I could feel the snowflakes landing on my eyelids, so tenderly.