Author's Note: Thank you to everyone whose reviewed and is reading this story, especially Lady Katherine (I feel honored that you like my story!) and Allison Velikaya! Lady Katherine, do not worry. I plan to finish this story or die trying. I hate when author's write something good but never finish it, too. As to being inside Talivaldis's mind, you can say that I have a pretty dark and morbid mind and he just showed up in it one day. I apologize in advance as this chapter is really short. The next one will be much sooner and it will be longer!

Chapter Nine: A Close Call

Michael decided to leave London the next morning. It was a pleasant city, but still too closely associated with the Americans. Not being an American citizen, he decided to move closer to his homeland. He also hated the hotel he was staying in. There was no privacy and he still had his vocation to fulfill. He tried to observe people to see which person the Lord wanted him to redeem. The couple he had seen earlier had potential but he thought it would have been too risky. They might have overpowered him. Michael stuffed his clothes into a black duffle bag. Then he picked up several old newspaper clippings he had photocopied at the Washington Library. The largest black and white photo showed a woman trying to block her face from the camera. The heading read "Bride of Dracula returns from Honeymoon." The article was about Starling. Special Agent Clarice M. Starling of the F.B.I. The woman he met at the club who was looking for him. He had laughed about that incident! God was truly on his side. He tucked the clippings into a side pocket and hoisted the bag onto his shoulder. He had already bought a plane ticket and had an expensive fake passport. He'd always heard Vienna was nice this time of year...