Slawter. Darren Shan
your imagination, have fun. But I suspect you want to do more than that.”
“Damn straight,” Davida huffs. “I want the real deal, the fiercest demons on record. I want this to be believable. I’ve got most of what I need — as I said, I’ve been working on this for four years. My demons are ready to go. But I want them to behave realistically. I want to get every last detail right, so even the greatest demon scholar won’t be able to find fault.”
Davida points at Dervish. “That’s where you come in. I want your expertise, your insight and knowledge. I want you to come on set as an advisor. Tell us when we make mistakes, steer us right, help us pin the images down.”
“You’ve got the wrong guy,” Dervish says. “I know nothing about movies.”
“There’s a first time for everything,” Davida insists. “I’m not saying you look on this as a career move — just a break from the norm. You get to see a film being made… hang out with the actors and crew… tell us what to do when we’re messing up… and the money’s not bad either!”
Juni coughs politely. “Davida, have you seen this place? I don’t think money is an issue. Correct, Dervish?”
“I have to admit, I’m not hard up,” Dervish says, smiling at the pretty albino.
“So don’t do it for the money,” Davida shrugs. “Do it for the experience. This is the chance of a lifetime. You could bring Grubbs along too. You’d like to see a movie being made, wouldn’t you, Grubbs?”
“You bet!” I reply enthusiastically. Then I remember what the film’s about. “But demons… they’re… it sounds silly, but…” I pull a face.
“This is incredible,” Davida snaps. “I thought you guys would be dying to get in on this. There are others I can ask if you’re going to be ridiculous about it. I’m not–”
“Davida,” Juni interrupts calmly. “You won’t convince them to get involved by antagonising them. If they don’t want to do it, you’ll have to accept their decision and move on.”
“I know,” Davida mutters. “I just don’t get why they’re turning me down!”
“It’s nothing personal,” Dervish says, then looks at Juni. “What’s your role in this, Miss Swan?”
“I’m a psychologist. There are lots of children involved in this movie. I’ve been hired to look after them on set.”
“Do you do a lot of this type of work?” Dervish asks.
Juni shakes her head. “This is my first time.”
“I brought Juni along because we’re going to interview a young actor later,” Davida says. “I like her to be involved with the kids as early as possible. She can spot a problem child a mile off.”
“What about problem adults?” Dervish asks.
“I don’t think you’d be any problem,” Juni responds with a shy smile.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Davida grumbles. Then she suddenly turns the full force of her smile on Dervish. “Hellfire, Grady! I don’t care if you’re a problem or not. I want you on my team. What can I do to convince you?”
Dervish starts to say there’s nothing she can do, then hesitates, glances at Juni and frowns. “Do you have a copy of the script?”
“No,” Davida says. “And I wouldn’t show it to you if I did. But I’ve got some excerpts on disc, along with a rough plot outline and descriptions of some of the demons — I needed something to grab the interest of potential investors. But I don’t like revealing even that much, especially to someone who hasn’t signed a contract.”
“I understand,” Dervish says. “But if I could have a look, I’d be able to tell you whether or not you need me. I don’t want to waste your time or mine. If there’s no reason for me to be there – nothing I can help you with – then…”
Davida doesn’t look happy. “I have a few copies of the disc,” she says, nodding at her handbag on the floor. “They’re digitally protected, so you shouldn’t be able to copy the material or send it to anyone by e-mail. But…”
She thinks it over, then reaches into the bag and produces a boxed disc. “I don’t know why I’m trusting you with this. You’re not that important to me. But you’re the first person to turn me down on this movie and I don’t like it. People aren’t supposed to say no to the fabulous Davida Haym.” She laughs shortly, then rises.
“You can have it for twenty-four hours. Juni and I have that interview tonight. We’ll be passing back this way tomorrow. We’ll drop in to collect the disc. I’ll ask – just once – if you’ve changed your mind. If you don’t want to do it, fine.” She beams at Dervish, nods at me, then heads for the door like a person of noble birth.
Juni gets up, smiling. “She’s a drama queen, isn’t she?” Juni says when Davida is out of earshot.
“And then some!” Dervish laughs.
“But she’s sweet,” Juni says. “And a natural with the children. She treats them like a mother. Not a bad bone in her body, despite the horrible films she makes.”
Juni starts for the door. Pauses. Looks at Dervish. “I hope you change your mind. I…” She stops, clears her throat, smiles quickly and exits.
Dervish hurries after her, to see the pair out. I remain in the TV room, staring at the disc on the couch, sensing trouble of the very worst kind, though I’m not sure why.
DON’T GO DOWN THE CELLAR
→ Dervish is humming when he returns. “Nice people,” he says.
“Especially Juni,” I note drily.
“Yes.” He picks up the disc and looks at it silently.
“What made you change your mind?” I ask.
“I haven’t,” he says.
“But you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“Yes. This is probably nothing to worry about, just a film-maker conjuring up the usual smorgasbord of hysterical fakes. But I got the feeling Davida knows too much for her own good. She wants the film to be realistic. Maybe she plans to dabble where she shouldn’t, use old rites that might backfire. I’m a hard man to find. I’m worried that she was able to root me out. It makes me wonder what else she might know.”
“So you want to check the plot and demon descriptions, make sure there’s nothing dodgy going on?” I ask. Dervish nods. “Except I got the impression you only agreed to think it over when Juni smiled at you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Dervish protests. “She had nothing to do with it.”
But by the strength of his reaction, and the way he storms out of the room in a huff, I’m sure she did!
→ Having shrugged off my foolish sense of unease, I try convincing Dervish to let me have a look at the disc. I want to know what a David A Haym film looks like at this early stage. But he refuses and locks himself in his study. Back downstairs, I fall asleep on the couch. Wake some time during the night, cold, shivering. Think about hauling myself up to bed, but I’m too lazy. Instead I grab a few pillows and stack them around me for warmth. Starting to drift off to sleep again when I suddenly snap wide awake.
Dervish is in trouble.
Not sure how I know — gut instinct. I slide off the couch, scattering the pillows, and race upstairs. Dervish isn’t in his bedroom or study. Nowhere on the second floor. Or the first. I wind up back on the ground floor. A quick scout — no sign of him. That means he either went out… or down to the cellar.
Before descending, I go to the kitchen and make sure Dervish hasn’t broken into the