The Demonata 1-5. Darren Shan
smooths her hair back, stares at her bruised, motionless features.
“How is she?” I ask, dreading the answer.
“OK, I think,” Dervish says, and my fear lessens. “But she’ll be out for a while. He cracked her head hard on the pavement. We should get her to a doctor, have her checked over — but there isn’t time. I’ll take her to the house, out of harm’s way, before… before we see to Billy. We’ll just have to hope for the best after that.”
Dervish stands, walks around behind the desk and collapses into his chair, sighing deeply. He tells me to pull up one of the other chairs, but I prefer to stand — too nervy to sit.
“I want to know about werewolves,” I tell him bluntly. “I want to know what Lord Loss has to do with them, how you know Gret had it, and how we reverse it in Bill-E.”
Dervish nods. “Reasonable questions. But I’m surprised you haven’t asked the most obvious one — since this is a family disease, passed on from one generation to the next, how come Billy has it?”
“I know all about Bill-E’s connection to our family,” I huff.
Dervish stares at me, slack-jawed. “Care to tell me how?”
“Bill-E figured it out years ago. Like he said, it didn’t take a genius to guess that you were his father. Now tell me about–”
“What?” Dervish yelps, jerking forward. “He thinks I’m his dad?”
“Of course.” I frown. “Aren’t you?”
Dervish sits back. Groans and shuts his eyes. “I’m a horse’s ass,” he snarls. “I should have seen that coming. How can I have gone all these years…”
He clears his throat and levels his gaze on me. “Pull up a chair,” he commands. “It sounds like a bad movie cliché, but you’re going to want to sit down for this.”
I start to come back with a sarcastic reply. Spot the steel in his eyes. Drag over a chair and sit opposite Dervish, like a student before a teacher.
“There’s probably some diplomatic, sensitive, compassionate way to put this,” Dervish says, “but one doesn’t spring readily to mind, and I don’t have time to go searching. So I’ll put it plainly, no matter how upsetting it might be. I’m not Billy’s father — I’m his uncle.”
I stare at Dervish uncertainly. “I don’t understand.”
“People aren’t perfect, Grubbs,” he mutters. “Even the best of us make mistakes. Life’s complicated. We all…” He clears his throat. “Your mother never liked me, and made no secret of the fact.”
“What’s that got to do with–” I start, but he silences me with a gesture.
“I visited Cal a few times over the years. She accepted that. But except for a single trip here years ago, she refused to step foot in Carcery Vale. So Cal used to come by himself. It was a serious bone of contention between them. I tried many times to talk to Sharon about it, but she wouldn’t…”
Dervish trails off into a brooding silence, then begins again. “Your father loved your mother — and you and Gret — but he wasn’t a saint. He travelled a lot, on business, alone — but he didn’t always sleep alone.”
I leap to my feet, furious at what Dervish is suggesting. But before I can lay into him, he continues quickly.
“They were one-night stands or short affairs. Meaningless. Sharon never found out — or so Cal told me. My brother had many admirable qualities, but fidelity wasn’t one of them. He never wished to hurt your mother, but he couldn’t remain true to her. It wasn’t in his nature.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I hiss, fingers clenched into fists, tears in my eyes.
Dervish looks at me sideways, as though I’m a fool for asking. “Because one year he had an affair with a Valer while he was staying with me. And the woman wound up pregnant. She didn’t tell him about it until after the baby was born, and then refused all offers of his to get involved. Emily Spleen was headstrong, determined to live life her own way. She told Cal she wasn’t–”
“Stop!” I gasp, stumbling back into my chair. “Don’t,” I beg.
“I took a vow early in life never to have children,” Dervish says, ignoring my plea. “I was afraid the disease would take hold in them. I was determined not to put them — and myself — through that torment. Cal didn’t share that view — he thought life was worth the risk.
“I looked after Billy when Emily died because he was my nephew — not because he was my son. Cal was Billy’s father, Grubbs.
“Billy isn’t your cousin — he’s your brother.”
THE CURSE
→ A long silence. Wanting to roar at Dervish, call him a liar, make him take the words back. But there’s no reason for him to lie about something like this. Nothing but sad honesty in his eyes.
Feeling sick. Instantly mad at Dad for what he did. But just as instantly glad — I’m not alone! I thought I lost everything when the demons attacked. Now I discover I have a brother.
“This is crazy,” I moan, torn between rage and delight. “I don’t know what to make of it. I can’t handle it.”
“Of course you can,” Dervish snaps. “You handled the deaths of your parents and Gret — this is small fry in comparison.”
“But… I always thought…” I shake my head, not sure what I’m thinking or what I feel. “Why didn’t you tell Bill-E? You should have, especially after his Mum died. He could have come to live with us. Dad could–”
“Cal could do nothing!” Dervish barks. “Not without revealing the truth and tearing his family apart.” He runs a hand through his short grey hair. “But he tried to do it anyway. He came here to claim Billy when Emily died, despite the havoc it would cause.”
“Why didn’t he?” I ask.
“Ma and Pa Spleen threatened legal action. He would have fought them in court, except he knew he’d lose — they’d simply point out to the judge that Emily hadn’t told the boy who his father was, or allowed Cal access to him while she was alive. He hadn’t a hope.”
“Couldn’t you have cast a spell on them — made them give Bill-E to him?”
“I’m not that powerful,” Dervish chuckles humourlessly. “I ‘persuaded’ them to let me into Billy’s life when Emily died, but that was as far as my influence ran.”
I think it over some more, remembering Dad, how much he loved Mum, how happy they seemed together. I never suspected him of anything like this. I don’t think Mum did either.
“I know it’s a shock,” Dervish says quietly, “but can I ask you to put it to one side for the moment? You’ve got the rest of your life to chew it over. Billy doesn’t have the same luxury. If we don’t act soon…”
I let out a long, shuddering breath. Glance at the unconscious boy — my brother! – in the cage, his dark skin and twisted hands. Recall the photos of the creatures in Dervish’s lycanthropy books, warped and inhuman.
“OK. We’ll discuss Dad later.” I lean forward intently. “Tell me about werewolves.”
→ “I’ll keep this as short as possible,” Dervish says. Reaching under the table, he produces two cans of Coke from a drawer, hands one to me and gulps thirstily at his. I sip mine while he speaks.
“The curse is ancient. We call it the Garadex curse, since the Garadexes were the first in our family to write about it. If other families have it, we don’t know about them. Occasionally we’ll hear of a stranger who’s changed, but when we research their family tree we always find links to ourselves.