Lord of the Shadows. Darren Shan
Lord of the Vampaneze!
I reached the last of the tents and stopped, gazing around, half-dazed. We’d set up camp in an abandoned football stadium. It used to be the home ground of the local football team, but they’d moved to a new, purpose-built stadium some years ago. The old stadium was due to be demolished – apartment blocks were to be built over the ruins – but not for several months yet. It was an eerie feeling, staring around at thousands of empty seats in the ghost stadium.
Ghosts … That put me in mind of my next, bizarre quest with Harkat, in what we now knew was a shade of the future. Once again I began to wonder if that ruined future world was unavoidable. Could I prevent it by killing Steve, or was it destined to come no matter who won the War of the Scars?
Before I got too worked up about it, someone stepped up beside me and said, “Is the party over?”
I looked around and saw the scarred, stitched-together, grey-skinned face of Harkat Mulds. “No,” I smiled. “It’s winding down, but it hasn’t finished yet.”
“Good. I was afraid I’d miss it.” Harkat had been out on the streets most of the day, handing out fliers for the Cirque Du Freak — that was one of his regular jobs every time we arrived at a new venue. He stared at me with his round, green, lidless eyes. “How do you feel?” he asked.
“Strange. Worried. Unsure of myself.”
“Have you been out there yet?” Harkat waved a hand at the town beyond the walls of the stadium. I shook my head. “Are you going to go, or do you plan … to hide here until we leave?”
“I’ll go,” I said. “But it’s hard. So many years. So many memories.” This was the real reason I was so fixed on the past. After all these years of travel, I’d returned home to the town where I was born and had lived all my human life.
“What if my family’s still here?” I asked Harkat.
“Your parents?” he replied.
“And Annie, my sister. They think I’m dead. What if they see me?”
“Would they recognize you?” Harkat asked. “It’s been a long time. People change.”
“Humans do,” I snorted. “But I’ve only aged four or five years.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to … see them again,” Harkat said. “Imagine their joy if they learnt that … you were still alive.”
“No,” I said forcefully. “I’ve been thinking about that ever since Mr Tall told me we were coming here. I want to track them down. It would be wonderful for me — but terrible for them. They buried me. They’ve done their grieving and have hopefully moved on with their lives. It wouldn’t be fair to bring back all those old pains and torments.”
“I’m not sure I agree with that,” Harkat said, “but it’s … your decision. So stay here with the Cirque. Lay low. Hide.”
“I can’t,” I sighed. “This is my home town. I’ve got an itch to walk the streets again, see how much has changed, look for old faces that I used to know. I want to find out what happened to my friends. The wise thing would be to keep my head down — but when did I ever do the wise thing?”
“And maybe trouble would find you … even if you did,” Harkat said.
“What do you mean?” I frowned.
Harkat glanced around uneasily. “I have a strange feeling about … this place,” he croaked.
“What sort of a feeling?” I asked.
“It’s hard to explain. Just a feeling that this is … a dangerous place, but also the place where … we’re meant to be. Something’s going to happen here. Don’t you sense it?”
“No — but my thoughts are all over the place right now.”
“We’ve often discussed your decision to … stay with the Cirque,” Harkat reminded me, making little of the many arguments we’d had about whether or not I should leave and seek out the Vampire Generals. He believed I was hiding from my duty, that we should seek out the vampires and resume the hunt for the Vampaneze Lord.
“You’re not starting that again, are you?” I groaned.
“No,” he said. “The opposite. I now think you were right. If we hadn’t stuck with the Cirque … we wouldn’t be here now. And, as I said, I think we’re … meant to be here.”
I studied Harkat silently. “What do you think will happen?” I asked quietly.
“The feeling isn’t that specific,” Harkat said.
“But if you had to guess?” I pressed.
Harkat shrugged awkwardly. “I think we might run into … Steve Leonard, or find a clue which … points towards him.”
My insides tightened at the thought of facing Steve again. I hated him for what he’d done to us, especially killing Mr Crepsley. But just before he died, Mr Crepsley warned me not to devote my life to hatred. He said it would twist me like Steve. So although I hungered for the chance to get even, I worried about it too. I didn’t know how I’d react when I saw him again, whether I’d be able to control my emotions or give in to blind, hateful rage.
“You’re frightened,” Harkat noted.
“Yes. But not of Steve. I’m frightened of what I might do.”
“Don’t worry,” Harkat smiled. “You’ll be OK.”
“What if…” I hesitated, afraid I’d jinx myself. But that was silly, so I came out with it. “What if Steve tries to use my family against me? What if he threatens my parents or Annie?”
Harkat nodded slowly. “I thought of that already. It’s the sort of sick stunt I can … imagine him pulling.”
“What will I do if he does?” I asked. “He already sucked Debbie into his insane plot to destroy me — not to mention R.V. What if–”
“Easy,” Harkat soothed me. “The first thing is to find out if … they still live here. If they do, we can arrange protection … for them. We’ll establish a watch around their house … and guard them.”
“The two of us can’t protect them by ourselves,” I grunted.
“But we’re not by ourselves,” Harkat said. “We have many friends in … the Cirque. They’ll help.”
“You think it’s fair to involve them?” I asked.
“They may already be involved,” Harkat said. “Their destinies are tied to ours, I think. That may be another reason why you felt … you had to stay here.” Then he smiled. “Come on — I want to get to the party before … Rhamus scoffs all the cakes!”
Laughing, I put my fears behind me for a while and walked back through the campsite with Harkat. But if I’d known just how closely the destinies of my freakish friends were connected with mine, and the anguish I was steering them towards, I’d have about-faced and immediately fled to the other end of the world.
CHAPTER THREE
I DIDN’T go exploring that day. I stayed at the Cirque Du Freak and celebrated Shancus’s birthday. He loved his new snake, and I thought Urcha was going to float away with joy when he found out Shancus’s old snake was to be his. The party went on longer than expected. The table was loaded up with more cakes and buns, and not even the ever-hungry Rhamus Twobellies could finish them off! Afterwards we prepared for that night’s show, which went ahead smoothly. I spent most of the show in the wings, studying faces in the audience, looking for old neighbours and friends. But