Hunters of the Dusk. Darren Shan
given my fingernails for a few nights out in the open, even if it meant taking on a dozen vampaneze single-handed.
“The way things stand — poor,” Mr Crepsley admitted. “I think we will be stuck here until the end of the war. If one of the other Princes suffers a serious injury and withdraws from battle, we might have to replace him. Otherwise…” He drummed his fingers on the map and grimaced.
“You don’t have to stay,” I said quietly. “There are plenty of others who could guide me.”
He barked a laugh. “There are plenty who would steer you,” he agreed, “but how many would clip you around the ear if you made an error?”
“Not many,” I chuckled.
“They think of you as a Prince,” he said, “whereas I still think of you first and foremost as a meddlesome little brat with a penchant for stealing spiders.”
“Charming!” I huffed. I knew he was kidding – Mr Crepsley always treated me with the respect my position deserved – but there was some truth to his teasing. There was a special bond between Mr Crepsley and me, like between a father and son. He could say things to me that no other vampire would dare. I’d be lost without him.
Placing the map of Mr Crepsley’s former home to one side, we returned to the more important business of the night, little dreaming of the events which would eventually lead us back to the city of Mr Crepsley’s youth, or the awful confrontation with evil that awaited us there.
THE HALLS and tunnels of Vampire Mountain were buzzing with excitement — Mika Ver Leth had returned after an absence of five years, and the rumour was that he had news of the Vampaneze Lord! I was in my cell, resting, when word broke. Wasting no time, I pulled on my clothes and hurried to the Hall of Princes at the top of the mountain, to check if the stories were true.
Mika was talking with Paris and Mr Crepsley when I arrived, surrounded by a pack of Generals eager for news. He was clad entirely in black, as was his custom, and his hawk-like eyes seemed darker and grimmer than ever. He raised one gloved hand in salute when he saw me pushing my way forward. I stood to attention and saluted back. “How’s the cub Prince?” he asked with a quick, tight grin.
“Not bad,” I replied, studying him for signs of injury — many who returned to Vampire Mountain carried the scars of battle. But although Mika looked tired, he hadn’t been visibly wounded. “What about the Vampaneze Lord?” I asked directly. “According to the gossip, you know where he is.”
Mika grimaced. “If only!” Looking around, he said, “Shall we assemble? I have news, but I’d rather announce it to the Hall in general.” Everyone present made straight for their seats. Mika settled on his throne and sighed contentedly. “It’s good to be back,” he said, patting the arms of the hard chair. “Has Seba been taking good care of my coffin?”
“To the vampaneze with your coffin!” a General shouted, momentarily forgetting his place. “What news of the Vampaneze Lord?”
Mika ran a hand through his jet-black hair. “First, let’s make it clear — I don’t know where he is.” A groan spread through the Hall. “But I’ve had word of him,” Mika added, and all ears pricked up at that.
“Before I begin,” Mika said, “do you know about the latest vampaneze recruits?” Everybody looked blank. “The vampaneze have been adding to their ranks since the start of the war, blooding more humans than usual, to drive their numbers up.”
“This is old news,” Paris murmured. “There are far fewer vampaneze than vampires in the world. We expected them to blood recklessly. It is nothing to worry about — we still outnumber them greatly.”
“Yes,” Mika said. “But now they’re also using unblooded humans. They call them ‘vampets’. Apparently the Vampaneze Lord himself came up with the name. Like him, they’re learning the rules of vampaneze life and warfare as humans, before being blooded. He plans to build an army of human helpers.”
“We can deal with humans,” a General snarled, and there were shouts of agreement.
“Normally,” Mika agreed. “But we must be wary of these vampets. While they lack the powers of the vampaneze, they’re learning to fight like them. Also, since they aren’t blooded, they don’t have to abide by the more restrictive vampaneze laws. They aren’t honour bound to tell the truth, they don’t have to follow ancient customs — and they don’t have to limit themselves to hand to hand weapons.”
Angry mutters swept through the Hall.
“The vampaneze are using guns?” Paris asked, shocked. The vampaneze were even stricter than vampires where weapons were involved. We could use boomerangs and spears, but most vampaneze wouldn’t touch them.
“The vampets aren’t vampaneze,” Mika grunted. “There’s no reason why a non-blooded vampet shouldn’t use a gun. I don’t think all their masters approve, but under orders from their Lord, they allow it.
“But the vampets are a problem for another night,” Mika continued. “I only mention them now because it’s relevant to how I found out about their Lord. A vampaneze would die screaming before betraying his clan, but the vampets aren’t so hardened. I captured one a few months ago and squeezed some interesting details out of him. Foremost of which is — the Vampaneze Lord doesn’t have a base. He’s travelling the world with a small band of guards, moving among the various fighting units, keeping up morale.”
The Generals received the news with great excitement — if the Vampaneze Lord was mobile and lightly protected, he was more vulnerable to attack.
“Did this vampet know where the Vampaneze Lord was?” Mr Crepsley asked.
“No,” Mika said. “He’d seen him, but that had been more than a year ago. Only those who accompany him know of his travel patterns.”
“What else did he tell you?” Paris enquired.
“That their Lord still hasn’t been blooded. And that despite his efforts, morale is low. Vampaneze losses are high, and many don’t believe they can win the war. There has been talk of a peace treaty — even outright surrender.”
Loud cheering broke out. Some Generals were so elated by Mika’s words that a group swept forward, picked him up, and carried him from the Hall. They could be heard singing and shouting as they headed for the crates of ale and wine stored below. The other, more sober-headed Generals looked to Paris for guidance.
“Go on,” the elderly Prince smiled. “It would be impolite to let Mika and his over-eager companions drink alone.”
The remaining Generals applauded the announcement and hurried away, leaving only a few Hall attendants, myself, Mr Crepsley and Paris behind.
“This is foolish,” Mr Crepsley grumbled. “If the vampaneze are truly considering surrender, we should push hard after them, not waste time–”
“Larten,” Paris interrupted. “Follow the others, find the largest barrel of ale you can, and get good and steaming drunk.”
Mr Crepsley stared at the Prince, his mouth wide open. “Paris!” he gasped.
“You have been caged in here too long,” Paris said. “Go and unwind, and do not return without a hangover.”
“But–” Mr Crepsley began.
“That is an order, Larten,” Paris growled.
Mr Crepsley looked as though he’d swallowed a live eel, but he was never one to disobey an order from a superior, so he clicked his heels together, muttered, “Aye, Sire,” and stormed off to the store-rooms in a huff.
“I’ve never seen Mr Crepsley with a hangover,” I laughed. “What’s he like?”
“Like