Vampire Destiny Trilogy. Darren Shan
never heard of alligators doing that,” Harkat noted sceptically.
“And I never heard of a toad bigger than a cow,” I retorted. “Who knows how this mad world functions? Maybe all the toads are that size.”
The best we could do would be to create a distraction, nip in, grab the globes, and get out again—fast! Retreating to the edge of the island, we waded through the swamp in search of something we could use to distract the alligators. We killed a couple of large water rats, and captured three live creatures unlike anything we’d seen before. They were shaped like turtles, except with see-through, soft shells and nine powerful fins. They were harmless—speed was their single natural defence. We only caught them when they became entangled in weeds on a mud bank as we were chasing them.
Returning to the island, we crept up on the monstrous toad at the centre and paused in the bushes. “I’ve been thinking,” Harkat whispered. “It makes more sense for only … one of us to move on the toad. The other should hold on to the … rats and turtles, and throw them to … the alligators to provide cover.”
“That sounds sensible,” I agreed. “Any thoughts on who should go in?”
I expected Harkat to volunteer, but he smiled sheepishly and said, “I think you should go.”
“Oh?” I replied, momentarily thrown.
“You’re faster than me,” Harkat said. “You stand a better chance of … making it back alive. Of course, if you … don’t want to…”
“Don’t be stupid,” I grunted. “I’ll do it. Just make sure you keep those ’gators occupied.”
“I’ll do my best,” Harkat said, then slipped off to the left, to find the ideal position to launch the rats and turtle-like creatures.
I nudged my way around to the rear of the toad, so I could sneak up on it without being seen, and wriggled down to the edge of the moat. There was a stick lying nearby which I stuck into the water, testing its depth. It didn’t seem deep. I was sure I could wade the six or seven metres towards the toad’s base.
There was a rustling motion off to my left and one of the turtle creatures went zooming through the air, landing amidst the alligators on the far right side. One of the dead rats was quickly hurled among the other alligators on the left of the moat. As soon as the alligators began snapping at each other and fighting for the morsels, I lowered myself into the cold, clammy water. It was filled with soggy twigs, dead insects and slime from the toad’s sores. I ignored the disgusting mess and waded across to where the toad was squatting, its eyes fixed on the bickering alligators.
There were several jelly-like globes near the edge of the toad’s perch. I picked up a couple, meaning to stuff them inside my shirt, but their soft shells were broken. They lost their shape and a sticky clear fluid oozed out of them.
Glancing up, I saw another of the turtles flying through the air, followed by the second dead rat. That meant Harkat only had one of the turtles held in reserve. I had to act fast. Slithering forward on to the mound, I reached for the shiny globes lying closest to the giant toad. Most were covered with pus. It was warm, with the texture of vomit, and the stench made me gag. Holding my breath, I wiped the pus away and found a globe that wasn’t broken. I sifted through the shells and found another, then another. The globes were different sizes, some only five or six centimetres in diameter, some twenty centimetres. I packed loads of the globes inside my shirt, working quickly. I’d just about gathered enough when the toad’s head turned and I found myself on the end of its fierce, bulging gaze.
I reacted swiftly and spun away, stumbling back towards the island across the moat. As I lunged to safety, the toad unleashed its tongue and struck me hard on my right shoulder, knocking me flat. I came up gasping, spitting out water and bits of jelly and pus. The toad lashed me with its tongue again, connected with the top of my head and sent me flying a second time. As I came up out of the water, dazed, I caught sight of several objects sliding into the moat beyond the mound. I lost all interest in the toad and its tongue. I had a far greater threat to worry about. The alligators had finished with the scraps Harkat had thrown them. Now they were coming after a fresh snack—me!
TURNING MY back on the alligators, I scrambled for the bank. I might have made it if the toad hadn’t struck me again with its tongue, this time whipping the tip of it around my throat and spinning me back towards it. The toad hadn’t enough power to pull me all the way to the mound, but I landed close to it. As I sprang to my feet, gasping for breath, I spotted the first of the onrushing alligators and knew I’d never make it to the bank in time.
Standing my ground, I prepared to meet the alligator’s challenge. My aim was to clamp its jaws shut and keep them closed—it couldn’t do much damage with its tiny front claws. But even assuming I could do that, I’d no way of dealing with the rest of the pack, which were coming fast on the lead alligator’s tail.
I glimpsed Harkat splashing into the water, rushing to my aid, but the fight would be long over by the time he reached me. The first alligator homed in on me, eyes glinting cruelly, snout lifting as it bared its fangs – so many! so long! so sharp! – to crush me. I drew my hands apart and started bringing them together…
… when, on the bank to my right, a figure appeared and screeched something unintelligible while waving its arms high in the air.
There was a lightning-bright flash in the sky overhead. I instinctively covered my eyes with my hands. When I removed them a few seconds later, I saw that the alligator had missed me and run aground on the bank. The other alligators were all in a muddle, swimming around in circles and crashing into one another. On the mound, the toad had lowered its head and was croaking deeply, paying no attention to me.
I gazed from the alligators to Harkat – he’d stopped in contusion – then at the figure on the bank. As it lowered its arms, I saw that it was a person—a woman! And as she stepped forward, out of the shadows of the trees, revealing her long straggly hair and body-wrapping ropes, I recognized her.
“Evanna?” I roared in disbelief.
“That was pretty finely timed, even by my standards,” the witch grunted, coming to a halt at the edge of the moat.
“Evanna?” Harkat cried.
“Is there an echo?” the witch sniffed, then glanced around at the alligators and toad. “I’ve cast a temporary blinding spell on the creatures, but it won’t last long. If you value your lives, get out of there, and quick!”
“But how … what … where …” I stuttered.
“Let’s talk about it on … dry land,” Harkat said, crossing over to join me, carefully skirting the thrashing alligators. “Did you get the globes?”
“Yes,” I said, pulling one out from within my shirt. “But how did she –”
“Later!” Harkat snapped, pushing me towards safety.
Suppressing my questions, I stumbled to the bank and crawled out of the mucky water of the moat. Evanna caught me by the back of my shirt and hauled me to my feet, then grabbed Harkat’s robes and pulled him up too. “Come on,” she said, retreating. “We’d best not be here when their sight clears. That toad has a nasty temper and might bound after us.”
Harkat and I paused to consider what would happen if a toad that size leapt upon us. Then we hurried after the departing witch as fast as our weary legs could carry us.
Evanna had established her camp on a grassy isle a few hundred metres from the island of the toad. A fire was burning when we crawled out of the swamp, a vegetable stew bubbling in a pot above it. Replacement clothes were waiting for us, blue robes for Harkat, dark brown trousers and a shirt for me.
“Get out of those wet rags, get dry, and get dressed,” Evanna ordered,