"Be careful, Darren," Evra said, and I could see the fear in his eyes. Not fear for himself. Fear forme . "Good luck."
"I don't need luck," I said bravely and pulled out my knife. "I've got this." Giving his hands another squeeze, I fled down the corridor and threw myself under the closing door, which shut right behind me, locking me in with the fat man and the vampire.
The room was full of animal carcasses, which hung on steel hooks from the ceiling. It was refrigerated, to keep the animals fresh.
The stench of blood was sickening. I knew the bodies were only those of animals, but I kept imagining they were humans.
The overhead lights were incredibly bright, so I had to move very carefully: a stray shadow could mean the end of me. The floor was slipperywater? blood?so I had to watch where I put my feet.
There was a strange rosy glow around the carcasses, a result of the bright light and blood. You wouldn't want to be a vegetarian in a place like this!
After a few seconds of seeing nothing but dead animals, I spotted Mr. Crepsley and the fat man. I fell in behind the two and kept pace with them.
The fat man stopped and checked one of the carcasses. He must have been feeling cold, because he blew into his hands to warm them up, even though he was wearing gloves. He gave the dead animal a slap when he finished examining itthe hook creaked creepily as the carcass swung back and forthand began to whistle the same tune he'd been whistling outside.
He started walking again.
I was closing the gap between myself and Mr. CrepsleyI didn't want to get left too far behindwhen all of a sudden the fat man bent down to examine something on the ground. I stopped and began to move backward, afraid he'd spot my feet, then noticed Mr. Crepsley creeping up on the crouching human.
I swore underneath my breath and raced forward. If Mr. Crepsley had been paying attention, he would have heard me, but he was concentrating on the man ahead.
I stopped a few feet behind the vampire and drew out my rusty knife. That would have been the perfect time to attackthe vampire was standing still, focused on the human, unaware of my presence, an ideal targetbut I couldn't. Mr. Crepsley had to make the first move. I refused to believe the worst about him until he actually attacked. As Evra had said, if I killed him, there could be no bringing him back to life. This was no time to make a mistake.
The seconds seemed like hours as the fat man crouched, studying whatever it was that had grabbed his attention. Finally he shrugged and stood up straight. I heard Mr. Crepsley hiss and saw his body tense. I raised my knife.
The fat man must have heard something, because he looked upthe wrong way; he should have been looking backwardan instant before Mr. Crepsley leaped.
I'd been anticipating the move, but even so, I was unprepared. If I'd lunged at the same time as the vampire, I would have been able to lash out with the knife and hit where I was aiming: his throat. As it was, I hesitated a split second, which meant I was off target.
I yelled as I bounded after him, screaming loudly, partly to shock him out of his attack, partly because I was so horrified by what I was doing.
The scream caused Mr. Crepsley to whip around. His eyes widened incredulously. Since he wasn't looking ahead any longer, he crashed awkwardly into the fat man and the two went sprawling to the ground.
I fell on Mr. Crepsley and struck with the knife. The blade cut into the top of the vampire's left arm and bit deeply into his flesh. He roared with pain and tried shoving me off. I pushed him downhe was in a difficult position, his extra weight and strength no use to himand drew back my arm, meaning to bring the knife down with all my force in a long, lethal strike.
I never made the killer cut. Because, as my arm flew back, it connected with somebody. Somebody floating downward. Somebody who'd jumped from above. Somebody who screeched as my arm struck him, and rolled away from me as fast as he could.
Forgetting the vampire for a moment, I looked over my shoulder at the rolling figure. I could tell it was a man, but that was all I could tell until he stopped moving and got to his feet.
When he stood and looked at me, I found myself wishing he'd kept on rolling right out of the room.
He was a fearsome sight. A tall man. Broad and bloated. Dressed in white from head to ankle, an immaculate white suit, spoiled only by smudges of dirt and blood he'd picked up while rolling.
In total contrast to his white suit were his skin, hair, eyes, lips, and nails. The skin was a blotchy purple color. The rest were a dark, vibrant red, as though they'd been soaked in blood.
I didn't know who or what this creature was, but I could tell immediately that he was an agent of evil. It was written all over him, the way he stood, the way he sneered, the way madness danced in his unnatural red eyes, the way his ruby-red lips pulled back over his sharp, snarling teeth.
I heard Mr. Crepsley curse and scramble to his feet. Before he got up, the white-suited man bellowed and ran toward me at a speed no human could have managed. He lowered his head and butted me, almost rupturing the walls of my stomach, driving the wind out of me.
I flew backward into Mr. Crepsley, unwillingly driving him back to the floor.
The creature in white shrieked, hesitated a moment as though contemplating an attack, then grabbed hold of a carcass and dragged himself up. He leaped up high and grabbed hold of a windowsillfor the first time, I realized windows ran around the entire top of the roomsmashed the glass, and slithered out.
Mr. Crepsley cursed again and shoved me out of the way. He mounted a carcass and jumped up to the windowsill after the purple-skinned man, wincing from the pain in his injured left arm. He hung there a moment, listening intently. Then his head dropped and his shoulders sagged.
The fat humanwho'd been blubbering like a babygot to his knees and began crawling away. Mr. Crepsley noticed him, and, after one last desperate look through the window, dropped to the ground and hurried over to the man, who was trying to rise.
I watched helplessly as Mr. Crepsley pulled the human up and glared into his face: if he was intent on killing the man, there was nothing I could do to stop him. My ribs felt as though they'd been battered by a ram. Breathing was painful. Moving was out of the question.
But Mr. Crepsley didn't have murder on his mind. All he did was breathe gas into the fat man's face, who stiffened, then slumped to the floor, unconscious.
Then Mr. Crepsley whirled and came toward me, rage in his eyes, the likes of which I'd never seen before. I began to worry about my own life. He picked me up and shook me like a doll. "You idiot!" he roared. "You interfering, mindless fool! Do you realize what you have done? Do you?"
"I was trying to stop" I wheezed. "I thought"
Mr. Crepsley pressed his face against mine and growled: "He has escaped! Because of your damned meddling, an insane killer has waltzed off scot-free! This was my chance to stop him and you you"
He couldn't say any more: rage had seized his tongue. Dumping me to the ground, he spun away and sank to his knees, cursing and groaningat times he seemed to be almost cryingwith undisguised disgust.
I looked from the vampire to the sleeping human to the broken window, and realized (it hardly took a genius to figure it out) that I'd made a horribleperhaps fatalmistake.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
There was a long, edgy period of silence, minutes passing slowly. I felt around my ribsnone were broken. I stood and gritted my teeth as my insides flared with pain. I'd be sore for days.
Making my way over to Mr. Crepsley, I cleared my throat. "Whowas that?" I asked.
He glared at me and shook his head. "Idiot!" he growled. "What were you doing here?"
"Trying to stop you from killing him," I said, pointing to the fat man. Mr. Crepsley stared at me. "I heard about those six dead people on the news," I explained. "I thought you were the killer. I trailed "
"You thought I was a murderer?" Mr. Crepsley roared. I nodded glumly. "You are even dumber than I thought! Do you have so little faith in me that you "
"What else was I supposed to think?" I cried. "You never tell me anything. You disappeared into the city every night, not saying a thing about where you were going or what you were doing. What was I supposed to think when I heard six people had been found drained of their blood?"
Mr. Crepsley looked startled, then thoughtful. Finally he nodded wearily. "You are right." He sighed. "One must show trust in order to be trusted. I wished to spare you the gory details. I should not have. This is my fault."
"That's okay," I said, taken aback by his gentle manner. "I guess I shouldn't have come after you like I did."
Mr. Crepsley glanced at the knife. "You meant to kill me?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, embarrassed.
To my surprise, he laughed dryly. "You are a reckless young man, Master Shan. But I knew that when I took you on as my assistant." He stood and examined the cut on his arm. "I suppose I should be grateful that I did not come out of this even worse."
"Will you be okay?" I asked.
"I will live," he said, rubbing spit into the cut to heal it.
I looked up at the broken window. "Whowas that?" I asked again.
"The question is not 'who,' " Mr. Crepsley said. "The question is 'what.' He is avampaneze . His name is Murlough."
"What's a vampaneze?"
"It is a long story. We do not have time. Later, I will "
"No," I said firmly. "I almost killed you tonight because I didn't know what was going on. Tell me about itnow , so there won't be any more mix-ups."
Mr. Crepsley hesitated, then nodded. "Very well," he said. "I suppose here is as good a place as any. I do not think we will be disturbed. But we dare not delay. I must give this unwelcome turn of events much thought and begin planning anew. I will be brief. Try not to ask unnecessary questions."
"I'll try," I promised.
"The vampaneze are" he searched for words. "In olden nights, humans were looked down upon by many vampires, who fed on them as people feed on animals. It was not unusual for vampires to drink dry a couple of people a week. Over time, we decided this was not acceptable, so laws were established which forbade needless killing.
"Most vampires were content to obey the lawsit is easier for us to pass unnoticed amongst humans if we do not kill thembut some felt our cause had been betrayed. Certain vampires believed humans were put on this planet for us to feed upon."
"That's crazy!" I shouted. "Vampires start off as humans. What sort of "
"Please," Mr. Crepsley interrupted. "I am only trying to explain how these vampires thought. I am not condoning their actions.
"Seven hundred years ago, events came to a head. Seventy vampires broke away from the rest and declared themselves a separate race. They called themselves the vampaneze and established their own rules and governing bodies.
"Basically, the vampaneze believe it is wrong to feed from a human without killing. They believe there is nobility in draining a person and absorbing their spiritas you absorbed part of Sam Grest's when you drank from himand that there is shame in taking small amounts, feeding like a leech."
"So they always kill the people they drink from?" I asked. Mr. Crepsley nodded. "That's terrible!"
"I agree," the vampire said. "So did most of the vampires when the vampaneze broke away. There was a huge war. Many vampaneze were killed. Many vampires were, too, but we were winning. We would have hunted them out of existence, except" He smiled bitterly. "The humans we were trying to protect got in the way."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Many humans knew about vampires. But, as long as we did not kill them, they let us bethey were afraid of us. But when the vampaneze started slaughtering people, the humans panicked and fought back. Unfortunately they could not tell the difference between vampires and vampaneze, so both were tracked down and killed.
"We could have handled the vampaneze," Mr. Crepsley said, "but not the humans. They were on the verge of wiping us out. In the end, our Princes met with the vampaneze and a truce was agreed to. We would leave them alone if they stopped murdering so freely. They would only kill when they needed to feed and would do all they could to keep their murders secret from humanity.
"The truce worked. When the humans realized they were safe, they stopped hunting us. The vampaneze traveled far away to avoid uspart of the agreementand we have had virtually nothing to do with them for the last several centuries, apart from occasional clashes and challenges."
"Challenges?" I asked.
"Vampires and vampaneze live roughly," Mr. Crepsley said. "We are forever testing ourselves in fights and competitions. Humans and animals are interesting opponents, but if a vampire really wants to test himself, he fights a vampaneze. It is common for vampires and vampaneze to seek each other out and fight to the death."
"That's stupid," I said.
Mr. Crepsley shrugged. "It is our way. Time has changed the vampaneze," he went on. "You noticed the red hair and nails and eyes?"
"And lips," I added. "And he had purple skin."
"These changes have come about because they drink more blood than vampires. Most vampaneze are not as colorful as Murloughhe has been drinking dangerously large amounts of bloodbut they all have similar markings. Except for young vampanezeit takes a couple of decades for the colors to set in."
I thought over what I'd been told. "So the vampaneze are evil? They're why vampires have such a bad reputation?"
Mr. Crepsley rubbed his scar thoughtfully. "To say they areevil is not entirely true. To humans, they are, but to vampires they are more misdirected cousins than out-and-out ghouls."
"What?" I couldn't believe he was defending them.
"It depends on how one looks at it," he said. "You have learned to take no notice of drinking from humans, yes?"
"Yes," I said, "but "