"Did he say anything about" I lowered my voice "the Lord of the Vampaneze or a Master of Shadows?"
She shook her head. "He said only that we was all in for rough nights, and that there much fighting and dying would be before it became over." Then she started clipping again, and after that she measured me for the suit.
I was thinking hard about our conversation when I left Truska's van and went in search of Mr Crepsley. It might be that, prompted by my concerns, my feet led me on purpose to Mr Tall's van, or maybe it was accidental. Either way, I found myself hovering outside a few minutes later, pondering the situation and whether I should ask him about it.
As I stood, deliberating, the door opened and Mr Tall and Evanna emerged. The witch was clad in a black cloak, almost invisible in the darkness of the cloudy night.
"I wish you would not do this," Mr Tall said. "The vampires have been good friends to us. We should help them."
"We cannot take sides, Hibernius," Evanna replied. "It is not our place to decide the twists of fate."
"Still," he muttered, his long face creased, "to embrace these others and parlay with them I don't like it."
"We must remain neutral," she insisted. "We have neither allies nor foes among the creatures of the night. If you or I took sides, we could destroy everything. As far as we're concerned, both must be equal, neither good nor bad."
"You are correct," he sighed. "I have spent too long with Larten. I'm letting my friendship for him cloud my judgement."
"There's nothing wrong with befriending these beings," Evanna said. "But we must not get personally involved, not until the future unravels and we have to."
With that, she kissed Mr Tall on the cheek I don't know how one so short reached all the way up to one so tall, but she did and slipped away out of camp. Mr Tall watched her go, an unhappy look on his face, then closed the door and went about his business.
I remained where I was a moment, replaying the strange conversation. I wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but I gathered that Evanna was about to do something which Mr Tall didn't like something that seemed to bode ill for vampires.
As a Prince, I should have waited for Evanna to come back and challenged her openly about the conversation. It wasn't proper for one of my standing to eavesdrop, and it would be positively rude to sneak out of camp after her. But politeness and good manners had never been high on my list of priorities. I'd rather have Evanna think less of me even punish me for my insolence and know what she was up to, than let her slip away and face a nasty surprise further down the line.
Kicking off my shoes, I hurried out of camp, spotted the top of her hooded head vanishing behind a tree in the distance she was moving fast and set off after her as quickly and quietly as I could.
It was hard keeping up with Evanna. She was swift and surefooted, leaving almost no trace of her passage. If the chase had endured, I'd have lost her, but she drew to a halt after three or four kilometres, stood breathing in the air a moment, then walked to a small copse of trees, whistled loudly, and entered.
I waited a few minutes to see if she'd emerge. When she didn't, I followed her to the edge of the copse and stood listening. When I heard nothing I slipped between the trees and advanced cautiously. The ground was damp and masked the sounds of my footsteps, but I took no chances: Evanna's sense of hearing was at least as sharp as a vampire's one snapped twig would be enough to alert her to my presence.
As I progressed, the sound of soft talking reached me. There were several people up ahead, but they were speaking in hushed tones and I was too far away to hear what they were saying. With an increasing sense of unease I crept forward, and finally I was near enough to identify a group of shadowy figures at the heart of the copse.
I didn't move any closer, for fear I'd give myself away, but squatted, watched and listened. Their voices were muffled and only the occasional disconnected word or half-sentence came across. Their voices rose from time to time when they laughed, but even then they were careful not to laugh too loud.
My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness and I was able to make some sense of the shapes. Apart from Evanna whose shadow was impossible to mistake I counted eight people, sitting, squatting or lying down. Seven were large and muscular. The eighth was slight, dressed in a hood and robes, serving drinks and food to the others. They all appeared to be men.
I could be no more certain than that, given the distance and darkness. Either I'd have to get a lot closer to learn more about them, or the moon would have to shine. Glancing up at the cloudy sky through the dense branches of the trees, I figured there wasn't much chance of that. Rising silently, I started to back away.
That's when the servant in the robes lit a candle.
"Put that out, fool!" one of the others barked, and a strong hand knocked the candle to the floor, where a foot roughly quenched it.
"Sorry," the servant squeaked. "I thought we were safe with Lady Evanna."
"We're never safe," the burly man snapped. "Remember that, and don't make such a mistake again."
The men fell back into conversation with Evanna, their voices low and impenetrable, but I was no longer interested in what they had to say. During the few seconds of candlelight, I'd glimpsed purple skin, red eyes and hair, and knew who and what the men were, and why Evanna had been so secretive she'd come to meet with a group ofvampaneze !
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
RETREATING STEALTHILY, I cleared the copse. Seeing no guards, I rushed back to the Cirque Du Freak, pausing neither for breath nor thought. I reached the campsite ten minutes later, having raced as fast as my powers allowed.
The show had commenced and Mr Crepsley was standing in what used to be the church's vestry, watching Rhamus Twobellies eat a tyre. He looked very dashing in his red suit, and he'd rubbed blood along the scar down the left side of his face, drawing attention to it, making him look more mysterious than usual.
"Where have you been?" he snapped as I entered, panting. "I have looked all over for you. I thought I would have to perform alone. Truska has your pirate costume ready. If we hurry, we can"
"Where's Vancha?" I gasped.
"Off sulking somewhere," Mr Crepsley chuckled. "He still has not"
"Larten," I interrupted. He stopped, alerted to the danger by my rare use of his first name. "Forget the show. We have to find Vancha.Now !"
He asked no questions. Telling a stagehand to inform Mr Tall of his withdrawal from the bill, he led me out to search for Vancha. We found him with Harkat in the tent I was sharing with the Little Person. He was teaching Harkat how to throw shurikens. Harkat was finding it difficult his fingers were too large to easily grasp the small stars.
"Look who it is," Vancha jeered as we entered. "The king of the clowns and his head assistant. How's show business, boys?"
I pulled the flap of the tent closed and sunk to my haunches. Vancha saw the serious expression in my eyes and put his shurikens away. Quickly and calmly, I told them what had happened. There was a pause when I finished, broken by Vancha, who let fly with a barbed stream of curses.
"We shouldn't have trusted her," he snarled. "Witches are treacherous by nature. She's probably selling us out to the vampaneze even as we speak."
"I doubt that," Mr Crepsley said. "Evanna would hardly require the aid of the vampaneze if she meant to do us harm."
"You think she's gone over there to discuss frogs?" Vancha barked.
"I do not know what they are discussing, but I do not believe she is betraying us," Mr Crepsley said stubbornly.
"Maybe we should ask Mr Tall," Harkat suggested. "From what Darren says, he knows what Evanna is up to. Perhaps he would tell us."
Vancha looked at Mr Crepsley. "He's your friend. Should we try?"
Mr Crepsley shook his head. "If Hibernius knew we were in danger, and was capable of warning or aiding us, he would have."
"Very well," Vancha smiled grimly. "We'll have to take them on ourselves." He stood and checked his supply of shurikens.
"We're going to fight them?" I asked, insides tightening.
"We're hardly going to sit here and wait for them to attack!" Vancha replied. "The element of surprise is vital. While we have it, we must make use of it."
Mr Crepsley looked troubled. "Perhaps they do not mean to attack," he said. "We only arrived last night. They could not have known we were coming. Their being here might have nothing to do with us."
"Nonsense!" Vancha howled. "They're here to kill, and if we don't strike first, they'll be on us before"
"I'm not so sure," I muttered. "Now that I think about it, they weren't on guard or nervous, as they would have been if they were preparing for a fight."
Vancha cursed some more, then sat down again. "OK. Let's say they aren't after us. Perhaps it's coincidence and they don't know we're here." He leant forward. "But they will when Evanna's finished filling them in!"
"You think she'll tell them about us?" I asked.
"We'd be fools to chance it." He cleared his throat. "In case you've forgotten, we're at war. I've nothing personal against our blood-cousins, but for the time being they're our enemies, and we must show them no mercy. Let's say these vampaneze and their servant have nothing to do with our being here. So what? It's our duty to engage them in battle and cut them down."
"That's murder, not self-defence," Harkat said softly.
"Aye," Vancha agreed. "But would you rather we let them go on to murder some of our own? Our quest to find the Vampaneze Lord takes precedence over all else, but when the chance to cull a few stray vampaneze drops our way, we'd be fools traitors! not to seize it."
Mr Crepsley sighed. "And Evanna? What if she takes the side of the vampaneze against us?"
"Then we fight her too," Vancha sniffed.
"You fancy your chances against her?" Mr Crepsley smiled thinly.
"No. But I know my duty." He stood, and this time there was a certainty to his stance. "I'm going to kill vampaneze. If you want to come, you can. If not " He shrugged.
Mr Crepsley looked at me. "What do you say, Darren?"
"Vancha's right," I said slowly. "If we let them go, and they kill vampires later, we'd be to blame. Besides, there's something we're overlooking the Lord of the Vampaneze." Mr Crepsley and Vancha stared at me. "We're destined to cross paths with him, but I think we have to chase that destiny. Maybe these vampaneze know where he is or will be. I doubt it's coincidence that we're here at the same time as them. This might be fate's way of leading us to him."
"A solid argument," Vancha said.
"Perhaps." Mr Crepsley didn't sound convinced.
"Remember Mr Tiny's words?" I said. "To follow our hearts? My heart says we should face these vampaneze."
"Mine too," Harkat said after a moment's hesitation.
"And mine," Vancha added.
"I thought you had no heart," Mr Crepsley muttered, then stood. "But my heart also demands confrontation, although my head disagrees. We will go."
Vancha grinned bloodthirstily and clapped Mr Crepsley on the back, then without further ado we stole away into the night.
At the copse we made our plans.
"We'll close on them from four different angles," Vancha said, taking charge. "That way well make them think there are more of us."
"There are nine of them in all," Mr Crepsley noted, "including Evanna. How do we divide them up?"
"Two vampaneze for you, two for me, two for Harkat. Darren takes the seventh and the servant he's probably a half-vampaneze or vampet, so he shouldn't pose too much of a problem."
"And Evanna?" Mr Crepsley asked.
"We could all rush her at the end," Vancha suggested.
"No," Mr Crepsley decided. "I will handle her."
"You re sure?"
Mr Crepsley nodded.
"Then all that's left is to split up and move in. Get as close as you can. I'll start by launching a couple of shurikens. I'll aim for arms and legs. Once you hear screams and curses hit them hard."
"Things would go much smoother if you aimed for throats and heads," I noted.
"I don't fight that way," Vancha growled. "Only cowards kill a foe without facing him. If I have to as when killing the vampet with the hand grenade I will, but I prefer to fight cleanly."
The four of us split up and circled the trees, entering the copse at different points. I felt vulnerable and small when I found myself alone in the woods, but quickly thrust such feelings aside and concentrated on my mission. "May the gods of the vampires guide and protect us," I muttered under my breath, before advancing, sword drawn.
The vampaneze and Evanna were still in the clearing at the heart of the copse, talking softly. The moon had broken through the clouds, and although the overhanging branches kept most of the light out, the area was brighter than it had been when I was here before.
Easing forward, I got as close to the vampaneze as I dared, then pulled up behind a thick trunk and waited. All was silent around me. I'd thought Harkat might alert them to our presence he couldn't move as quietly as a vampire but the Little Person was taking great care and made no sound.
I started to count, silently, inside my head. I was up to ninety-six when there was a sharp whistling hiss to my far left, followed by a startled shriek. Less than a second later, another whistle and another scream. Gripping my sword tight, I swung around the tree and darted forward, roaring wildly.
The vampaneze were quick to react, and were on their feet, weapons in hand, by the time I reached them. Fast as they were, Mr Crepsley and Vancha were faster, and as I locked swords with a tall, muscular vampaneze, from whose left shin stuck a silver shuriken, I saw Mr Crepsley cut open the stomach and chest of one of our opponents, killing him instantly, while Vancha's thumb took out the left eye of another he dropped to the ground, wailing.
I had just enough time to note that the man on the ground wasn't purple-skinned like the rest a vampet! then I had to concentrate on the vampaneze in front of me. He was at least two heads taller then me, broader and stronger. But size, as I'd been taught in Vampire Mountain, wasn't everything, and while he lashed out at me with savage strokes, I jabbed and feinted, nicking him here, poking him there, drawing blood, enraging him, spoiling his aim and rhythm, causing him to swing erratically.
As I parried one of his blows, someone stumbled into my back and I tumbled to the ground. Rolling over swiftly, I jumped to my feet and saw a bloody-faced vampaneze fall, gasping for breath. Harkat Mulds stood over him, a red-stained axe in his left hand, an injured right arm hanging limp by his side.
The vampaneze who'd been attacking me now focused on Harkat. With a bellow he swung at the Little Persons head. Harkat brought his axe up just in time, knocked the sword up high of its mark, then stepped back, tempting the vampaneze forward.
I looked around quickly, taking in the state of play. Three of our foes were down, although the vampet who'd lost his eye was scrabbling about for a sword and looked ready to rejoin the action. Mr Crepsley was battling a vampaneze who favoured knives, and the two were swinging around and slicing at each other like a pair of whirling dancers. Vancha had his hands full with a huge, axe-wielding brute. His axe was twice the size of Harkat's, yet he rolled it about between his immense fingers as if it weighed nothing. Vancha was sweating, and bleeding from a cut to his waist, but he wasn't conceding any ground.
Across from me, the seventh vampaneze tall, slim, with a smooth face, long hair tied back, dressed in a light green suit and the hooded servant were watching the fighting. Both clutched long swords and stood ready to flee if the battle seemed lost, or dive in and finish things off if they sensed victory. Such cynical tactics disgusted me, and drawing a knife, I sent it whizzing at the head of the servant, who wasn't much bigger than me.
The small man in the robes saw the knife and twitched his head out of the path of its flight. By his swiftness, I knew he must be a blooded creature of the night no human could have moved so quickly.
The vampaneze next to the servant scowled as I drew another knife, paused a moment, then darted across the clearing before I could take aim. Dropping the knife, I raised my sword and turned his blow aside, but only barely managed to get it up in time to deflect his second strike. He was fast and well-trained in the ways of war. I was in trouble.
I backed away from the vampaneze, protecting myself as best I could. The tip of his sword became a blur as it struck, and though I defended myself ably, his blade soon bit. I felt a wound open on the top of my left arm a deep gash to my right thigh a jagged scratch across my chest.
I backed up against a tree and caught the sleeve of my right arm on a branch. The vampaneze thrust his sword at my face. I thought the end had come, but then my arm tore free and my sword came across to block his and drive it towards the ground. I pushed down with my sword, hoping to make my foe drop his weapon, but he was too strong and brought his sword up in a smooth reverse movement. His blade slid up the length of mine, giving birth to a shower of sparks. It was moving so fast, and there was so much force behind it, that instead of being routed away by the hilt of my sword when it got there, it cut clean through the gold casing and clean through the flesh and bone of my sticking-out right thumb!
I screamed as my thumb shot away into the darkness. My sword dropped from my fingers and I fell, defenceless. The vampaneze glanced around casually, dismissing me as a threat. Mr Crepsley was winning the war of the knives his opponent's face had been slashed to ribbons. Harkat had defied the handicap of his injured arm and buried the tip of his axe deep in his vampaneze's stomach though the vampaneze bellowed valiantly and fought on, he was surely lost. Vancha was struggling with his opponent, but was holding his own, and when Mr Crepsley or Harkat came to his aid, their combined force would be enough to make an end of the giant. The vampet who'd lost an eye was on his feet, sword in hand, but was swaying unsteadily and wouldn't pose much of a problem.
While all this was happening, Evanna had remained seated on the ground, a neutral look on her face, taking no part in the fighting.
We were going to win and the vampaneze in the green suit knew it. Snarling, he swung once more at my head aiming to cut it clean off at the neck but I rolled out of his way, into a pile of leaves. Rather than duck after me to finish me off, he about-faced, ran to where the robed servant was standing, grabbed a spare sword from the ground, then hurried through the trees, pushing the servant ahead of him.
Getting to my feet, I moaned loudly from the pain, then gritted my teeth against it, picked up the knife I'd dropped earlier, and moved in to help Harkat finish off his vampaneze. It wasn't noble, sticking a knife into a warrior's back, but all I cared about was ending the battle, and I felt no pity for the vampaneze when he stiffened and collapsed, my blade buried deep between his shoulder blades.
Mr Crepsley had dispatched the vampaneze with the knives, and after taking care of the one-eyed vampet a swift cut to his throat he started forward to help Vancha. That's when Evanna stood and called to him. "Will you raise your blades tome too, Larten?"
Mr Crepsley hesitated, knives hovering in his hands, then dropped his guard and went on one knee before her. "Nay, Lady," he sighed. "I will not."
"Then I will not raise a hand to you," she said, and commenced walking from one dead vampaneze to another, kneeling beside them, making the death's touch, whispering, "Even in death may you be triumphant."
Mr Crepsley got to his feet and studied Vancha as he battled the largest of the vampaneze. "A close call, Sire," he noted dryly as the giant barely missed the top of Vancha's scalp with his huge war axe. Vancha honoured Mr Crepsley with one of his foulest curses in reply. "Would you be offended if I offered my assistance, Sire?" Mr Crepsley asked politely.
"Get over here quick!" Vancha snarled. "Two are getting away. We have toCharna's guts !" he yelled, again only barely dodging the head of the axe.
"Harkat, stay with me," Mr Crepsley said, moving forward to intercept the giant. "Darren, go with Vancha after the others."
"Right," I said. I didn't mention the fact that I was missing a thumb such considerations were nothing in the heat of life or death battle.
As Mr Crepsley and Harkat engaged the giant, Vancha swung away, paused for breath, then nodded for me to follow as he raced after the vampaneze and the servant. I kept close to him, sucking on the bloody stump where my thumb used to be, grabbing a knife from my belt with my left hand. As we broke from the trees, we saw the pair ahead. The servant was climbing on to the vampaneze's back it was clear that they were planning to flit.
"No you don't!" Vancha growled, and sent a dark shuriken flying. It struck the servant high above the right shoulder blade. He cried out and toppled off the vampaneze's back. The vampaneze spun, stooped to pick up his fallen comrade, saw Vancha closing in, and jumped to his feet, pulling a sword and moving forward. I hung back, not wanting to get in Vancha's way, keeping an eye on the fallen servant, waiting to see how the fight progressed.
Vancha was almost within striking distance of the vampaneze when he drew up short, as though injured. I thought he must have been hit with something a knife or arrow but he didn't look hurt. He just stood, arms outstretched, staring at the vampaneze. The vampaneze was motionless too, his red eyes wide, his dark purple face incredulous. Then he lowered his sword, slid it into its scabbard, turned and picked up the servant.
Vancha did nothing to stop him.
Behind me I heard Mr Crepsley and Harkat break free of the trees. They raced forward, then stopped by my side when they saw the vampaneze escaping, Vancha standing by and watching.
"What the" Mr Crepsley began, but then the vampaneze hit flitting speed and disappeared.
Vancha looked back at us, then sank to the ground. Mr Crepsley cursed not quite as foul as Vancha's earlier outburst, but close and sheathed his knives in disgust. "You let them escape!" he shouted. Striding forward, he stood over Vancha and regarded him with undisguised contempt. "Why?" he growled, hands bunched into fists.
"I couldn't stop him," Vancha whispered, eyes downcast.
"You did not even try!" Mr Crepsley roared.
"I couldn't fight him," Vancha said. "I always feared this night would come. I prayed it wouldn't, but part of me knew it would."
"You are not making sense!" Mr Crepsley snapped. "Who was that vampaneze? Why did you let him escape?"
"His name is Gannen Harst," Vancha said in a low, broken voice. He looked up and there were hard, glittering tears in his eyes. "He's mybrother. "
CHAPTER NINETEEN
FOR Along time nothing was said. Harkat, Mr Crepsley and me stared at Vancha, whose eyes were fixed on the ground. Overhead the moon had vanished behind thick banks of cloud. When they finally parted, Vancha began to talk, as though prompted by the moonbeams.
"My real name's Vancha Harst," he said. "I changed it when I became a vampire. Gannen's a year or two younger than me or is it the other way round? It's been so long, I can't remember. We were very close growing up. We did everything together including joining the vampaneze.
"The vampaneze who blooded us was an honest man and a good teacher. He told us exactly what our lives would be like. He explained their ways and beliefs, how they looked upon themselves as the guardians of history by keeping alive the memories of those they drank from." (If a vampire or vampaneze drains a person's blood, he absorbs part of their spirit and memories.) "He said vampaneze killed when they drank, but did it swiftly and painlessly."
"That makes it OK?" I snorted.
"To the vampaneze, yes," Vancha said.
"How can you" I started to explode.
Mr Crepsley stopped me with a soft wave of his hand. "This is not the time for a moral debate. Let Vancha talk."
"There's not a whole lot more to tell," Vancha said. "Gannen and I were blooded as half-vampaneze. We served together for a few years as assistants. I couldn't accustom myself to the killing. So I quit."
"As simply as that?" Mr Crepsley asked sceptically.
"No," Vancha said. "The vampaneze normally don't permit assistants to live if they choose to part company with the clan. No vampaneze will kill one of his own, but that law doesn't apply to a half-vampaneze. My master should have killed me when I said I wanted out.
"Gannen saved me. He pleaded for my life. When that failed, he said our master would have to kill him also. In the end my life was spared, but I was warned to avoid all vampaneze in future, including Gannen, whom I never saw again until tonight.
"For several years I lived miserably. I tried feeding as vampires do, not killing those I fed upon, but vampaneze blood exerts a powerful hold. I'd lose control when I fed, and kill in spite of myself. In the end I made up my mind not to feed at all, and die. It was then that I met Paris Skyle, who took me under his wing."
"Paris blooded you?" Mr Crepsley asked.
"Yes."
"Even though he knew what you were?"
Vancha nodded.
"But how can you blood someone as a vampire if he's already been blooded as a vampaneze?" I asked.
"It is possible for those who are not fully blooded," Mr Crepsley said. "A half-vampire can become a vampaneze, and vice versa, but it is dangerous and rarely attempted. I know of only three other cases and twice it ended in death, for both the blooder and the blooded."
"Paris knew the risks," Vancha said, "but didn't tell me about them until afterwards. I wouldn't have gone through with it if I'd known his life was in danger."
"What did he have to do?" Harkat asked.
"Take my blood and give me his, the same as any ordinary blooding," Vancha said. "The only difference was, half my blood was vampaneze, which is poisonous to vampires. Paris took my tainted blood, and his body's natural defences broke it down and rendered it harmless. But it could have easily killed him, just as his blood could have killed me. But the luck of the vampires was with us we both survived, though our agonies were great.
"With my vampaneze blood transformed by Paris's blood, I was able to control my feeding urges. I studied under Paris and in time trained to be a General. My vampaneze links were revealed to no one except the other Princes."
"They approved of your blooding?" Mr Crepsley asked.
"After I'd proven myself many times yes. They worried about Gannen they were afraid my loyalties would be divided if I met him again, as they have been tonight but they accepted me and vowed to keep my true history a secret."
"Why wasn'tI told about you?" I asked.
"Had I come to Vampire Mountain while you were there, you would have been told. But it's impolite to speak of one when he's absent."
"This is damned frustrating," Mr Crepsley grunted. "I understand why you did not speak of it before, but if we had known,I could have gone after your brother and left you to take care of that giant in the trees."
"How was I to know?" Vancha smiled weakly. "I didn't see his face until I was moving in for the kill. He was the last person I expected to run into."
Behind us, Evanna emerged from between the trees. Her hands were red with the blood of dead vampaneze. She was carrying something. As she got closer, I realized it was my missing thumb. "Found this," she said, tossing it to me. "Thought you might like it back."
I caught the thumb, then looked down at the stump where it had been cut off. I hadn't been aware of the pain while listening to Vancha talk, but now the throbbing intensified. "Can we stitch it back on?" I winced.
"Possibly," Mr Crepsley said, examining the stump and thumb. "Lady Evanna you have the power to connect it immediately and effortlessly, do you not?"
"I do," Evanna agreed, "but I won't. Snoops don't deserve special favours." She wagged a finger at me. "You should have been a spy, Darren." It was hard to tell whether she was annoyed or amused.
Vancha had string and a needle made from fish bone, and while Mr Crepsley held my thumb in place, the Prince stitched it back on, even though his thoughts were elsewhere. It hurt tremendously, but I just had to look away and grit my teeth. The stitching completed, the vampires rubbed their spit around the join, to quicken the healing process, strapped the thumb tight to my fingers so that the bones could fuse, then let me be.