Vampire Rites Trilogy. Darren Shan

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

      WE CROSSED above the opening where the stream came tumbling out of the mountain. The noise was deafening, especially for super-sensitive vampire ears, so we hurried on as quickly as possible. The rocks were slippery and in some spots we had to form a chain. At one extra-icy patch, Gavner and me both slipped. I was in front, holding on to Mr Crepsley, but the force of the fall broke our grip. Luckily, Harkat held on to Gavner and pulled the two of us up.

      We reached the mouth of a tunnel a quarter of an hour later. We hadn’t climbed very far up the mountain, but it was a steep drop when I looked down. I was glad we weren’t climbing any higher.

      Mr Crepsley entered first. I went in after him. It was dark inside the tunnel. I was going to ask Mr Crepsley if we should stop to set torches, when I realized that the further in we crept, the brighter the tunnel became.

      “Where’s the light coming from?” I asked.

      “Luminous lichen,” Mr Crepsley replied.

      “Is that a tongue-twister or an answer?” I grumbled.

      “It’s a form of fungus which gives off light,” Gavner explained. “It grows in certain caves and on the floors of some oceans.”

      “Oh, right. Does it grow all over the mountain?”

      “Not everywhere. We use torches where it doesn’t.” Ahead of us, Mr Crepsley stopped and cursed. “What’s wrong?” Gavner asked.

      “Cave-in,” he sighed. “There is no way through.”

      “Does that mean we can’t get in?” I asked, alarmed at the thought of having trekked all this way for nothing, only to have to turn back at the very end.

      “There are other ways,” Gavner said. “The mountain’s riddled with tunnels. We’ll just have to backtrack and find another.”

      “We had better hurry,” Mr Crepsley said. “Dawn is fast approaching.”

      We shuffled back the way we’d come, Harkat in the lead this time. Outside, we moved as quickly as we could – which wasn’t very fast, given the treacherous footing – and made it to the mouth of the next tunnel a few minutes after the sun had started to rise. This new tunnel wasn’t as large as the other and the two full-vampires had to walk bent double. Harkat and me just had to duck our heads. The luminous lichen didn’t grow strongly here, though there was enough of it for our extra-sharp eyes to see by.

      After a while I noticed that we were sloping downwards instead of up. I asked Gavner about this. “It’s just the way the tunnel goes,” he said. “It’ll lead upwards eventually.”

      About half an hour later, we cut up. At one stage the tunnel veered upwards almost vertically and we faced a difficult climb. The walls pressed tightly about us and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one whose mouth dried up with nerves. Shortly after the tunnel levelled out, it opened on to a small cave, where we stopped to rest. I could hear the stream we’d crossed earlier churning along not far beneath our feet.

      There were four tunnels leading out of the cave. I asked Gavner how Mr Crepsley knew which to take. “The correct tunnel’s marked,” he said, leading me over to them and pointing to a tiny arrow which had been scratched into the wall at the bottom of one tunnel.

      “Where do the others lead?” I asked.

      “Dead ends, other tunnels, or up to the Halls.” The Halls were what they called the parts of the mountain where the vampires lived. “Many of the tunnels haven’t been explored and there are no maps. Never wander off by yourself,” he warned. “You could get lost very easily.”

      While the others were resting, I checked on Madam Octa, to see if she was hungry. She’d slept through most of the journey – she didn’t like the cold – but woke every now and then to eat. As I was taking the cloth off her cage, I saw a spider creeping towards us. It wasn’t as large as Madam Octa, but it looked dangerous.

      “Gavner!” I called, stepping away from the cage.

      “What’s wrong?”

      “A spider.”

      “Oh,” he grinned. “Don’t worry – the mountain’s full of them.”

      “Are they poisonous?” I asked, bending down to study the spider, which was examining the cage with great interest.

      “No,” he answered. “Their bite’s no worse than a bee sting.”

      I removed the cloth, curious to see what Madam Octa would do when she spotted the strange spider. She took no notice of it, just sat where she was, while the other spider crawled over the cage. I knew a lot about spiders – I’d read many books about arachnids and watched wildlife programmes when I was younger – but hadn’t seen any quite like this one before. It was hairier than most, and a curious yellow colour.

      Once the spider had departed, I fed Madam Octa a few insects and replaced the cloth: I lay down with the others and napped for a few hours. At one stage I thought I heard children giggling in one of the tunnels. I sat up, ears strained, but the sound didn’t come to me again.

      “What’s wrong?” Gavner groaned softly, half-opening an eye.

      “Nothing,” I said uncertainly, then asked Gavner if any vampire children lived in the mountain.

      “No,” he said, closing his eye. “You’re the only blooded kid, as far as I know.”

      “Then I must have been imagining things,” I yawned, and lay down again, though I kept one ear cocked while I dozed.

      Later we rose and proceeded further up the mountain, taking the tunnels marked with arrows. After what seemed an age we came to a large wooden door blocking the tunnel. Mr Crepsley made himself presentable, then knocked loudly with his bare knuckles. There was no immediate answer, so he knocked again, then again.

      Finally there were sounds of life on the far side of the door and it opened. Torchlight flared from within. It was blinding to us after so long in the tunnels and we shielded our eyes until they’d adjusted.

      A lean vampire in dark green clothes emerged and cast an eye over us. He frowned when he saw Harkat and me, and took a firmer grip on the long spear he was holding. I could see others behind him, dressed in green as well, none lacking a weapon.

      “Address yourselves to the gate,” the guard barked. The vampires had told me this was how newcomers were greeted.

      “I am Larten Crepsley, come to seek Council,” Mr Crepsley said. It was the standard reply.

      “I am Gavner Purl, come to seek Council,” Gavner said.

      “I am Darren Shan, come to seek Council,” I told the guard.

      “I … Harkat Mulds. Come … seek Council,” Harkat wheezed.

      “Larten Crepsley is recognized by the gate,” the guard said. “And Gavner Purl is recognized. But these other two…” He pointed his spear at us and shook his head.

      “They are our travelling companions,” Mr Crepsley said. “The boy is my assistant, a half-vampire.”

      “Do you vouch for him?” the guard asked.

      “I do.”

      “Then Darren Shan is recognized by the gate.” The tip of his spear pointed firmly at Harkat now. “But this is no vampire. What business has he at Council?”

      “His name is Harkat Mulds, He is