Hunters of the Dusk. Darren Shan

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СКАЧАТЬ Mr Crepsley had lived when he was human. Twelve years ago, he’d returned, taking me and Evra Von – a snake-boy from the Cirque Du Freak – with him, to stop a mad vampaneze called Murlough, who’d gone on a killing spree.

      “Find the reports,” Mr Crepsley said. There was a number on each flag, linking it to reports in our files, so we knew exactly what each flag represented. After a few minutes, I found the relevant sheets of paper and quickly scanned them.

      “Of the vampaneze seen there,” I muttered, “two were heading into the city. The other was leaving. The first red flag’s from a year ago — four Generals were killed in a large clash with several vampaneze.”

      “And the second red flag marks the spot where Staffen Irve lost two of his men,” Mr Crepsley said. “It was when I was adding this flag to the map that I noticed the degree of activity around the city.”

      “Do you think it means anything?” I asked. It was unusual for so many vampaneze to be sighted in one location.

      “I am not sure,” he said. “The vampaneze may have made a base there, but I do not see why — it is out of the way of their other strongholds.”

      “We could send someone to check,” I suggested.

      He considered that, then shook his head. “We have already lost too many Generals there. It is not a strategically important site. Best to leave it alone.”

      Mr Crepsley rubbed the long scar which divided the flesh on the left side of his face and went on staring at the map. He’d cut his orange crop of hair tighter than usual – most vampires were cutting their hair short, because of the ticks – and he looked almost bald in the strong light of the Hall.

      “It bothers you, doesn’t it?” I noted.

      He nodded. “If they have set up a base, they must be feeding on the humans. I still consider it home, and I do not like to think of my spiritual neighbours and relations suffering at the hands of the vampaneze.”

      “We could send in a team to flush them out.”

      He sighed. “That would not be fitting. I would be putting personal considerations before the welfare of the clan. If I ever get out in the field, I shall check on the situation myself, but there is no need to send others.”

      “What are the odds on you and me ever getting out of here?” I asked wryly. I didn’t enjoy fighting, but after six years cooped up inside the mountain, I’d have given my fingernails for a few nights out in the open, even if it meant taking on a dozen vampaneze single-handed.

      “The way things stand — poor,” Mr Crepsley admitted. “I think we will be stuck here until the end of the war. If one of the other Princes suffers a serious injury and withdraws from battle, we might have to replace him. Otherwise…” He drummed his fingers on the map and grimaced.

      “You don’t have to stay,” I said quietly. “There are plenty of others who could guide me.”

      He barked a laugh. “There are plenty who would steer you,” he agreed, “but how many would clip you around the ear if you made an error?”

      “Not many,” I chuckled.

      “They think of you as a Prince,” he said, “whereas I still think of you first and foremost as a meddlesome little brat with a penchant for stealing spiders.”

      “Charming!” I huffed. I knew he was kidding – Mr Crepsley always treated me with the respect my position deserved – but there was some truth to his teasing. There was a special bond between Mr Crepsley and me, like between a father and son. He could say things to me that no other vampire would dare. I’d be lost without him.

      Placing the map of Mr Crepsley’s former home to one side, we returned to the more important business of the night, little dreaming of the events which would eventually lead us back to the city of Mr Crepsley’s youth, or the awful confrontation with evil that awaited us there.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      THE HALLS and tunnels of Vampire Mountain were buzzing with excitement — Mika Ver Leth had returned after an absence of five years, and the rumour was that he had news of the Vampaneze Lord! I was in my cell, resting, when word broke. Wasting no time, I pulled on my clothes and hurried to the Hall of Princes at the top of the mountain, to check if the stories were true.

      Mika was talking with Paris and Mr Crepsley when I arrived, surrounded by a pack of Generals eager for news. He was clad entirely in black, as was his custom, and his hawk-like eyes seemed darker and grimmer than ever. He raised one gloved hand in salute when he saw me pushing my way forward. I stood to attention and saluted back. “How’s the cub Prince?” he asked with a quick, tight grin.

      “Not bad,” I replied, studying him for signs of injury — many who returned to Vampire Mountain carried the scars of battle. But although Mika looked tired, he hadn’t been visibly wounded. “What about the Vampaneze Lord?” I asked directly. “According to the gossip, you know where he is.”

      Mika grimaced. “If only!” Looking around, he said, “Shall we assemble? I have news, but I’d rather announce it to the Hall in general.” Everyone present made straight for their seats. Mika settled on his throne and sighed contentedly. “It’s good to be back,” he said, patting the arms of the hard chair. “Has Seba been taking good care of my coffin?”

      “To the vampaneze with your coffin!” a General shouted, momentarily forgetting his place. “What news of the Vampaneze Lord?”

      Mika ran a hand through his jet-black hair. “First, let’s make it clear — I don’t know where he is.” A groan spread through the Hall. “But I’ve had word of him,” Mika added, and all ears pricked up at that.

      “Before I begin,” Mika said, “do you know about the latest vampaneze recruits?” Everybody looked blank. “The vampaneze have been adding to their ranks since the start of the war, blooding more humans than usual, to drive their numbers up.”

      “This is old news,” Paris murmured. “There are far fewer vampaneze than vampires in the world. We expected them to blood recklessly. It is nothing to worry about — we still outnumber them greatly.”

      “Yes,” Mika said. “But now they’re also using unblooded humans. They call them ‘vampets’. Apparently the Vampaneze Lord himself came up with the name. Like him, they’re learning the rules of vampaneze life and warfare as humans, before being blooded. He plans to build an army of human helpers.”

      “We can deal with humans,” a General snarled, and there were shouts of agreement.

      “Normally,” Mika agreed. “But we must be wary of these vampets. While they lack the powers of the vampaneze, they’re learning to fight like them. Also, since they aren’t blooded, they don’t have to abide by the more restrictive vampaneze laws. They aren’t honour bound to tell the truth, they don’t have to follow ancient customs — and they don’t have to limit themselves to hand to hand weapons.”

      Angry mutters swept through the Hall.

      “The vampaneze are using guns?” Paris asked, shocked. The vampaneze were even stricter than vampires where weapons were involved. We could use boomerangs and СКАЧАТЬ