Sons of Destiny. Darren Shan

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      “No,” Darius said sadly. “I always met him here. This is where he was based. If he has another hideout, I don’t know about it.”

      “Damn!” Alice snarled.

      “No ideas at all?” I asked. Darius thought for a moment, then shook his head. I glanced at Vancha. “Will you set him straight?”

      “Sure.” Vancha quickly filled Darius in on the truth. He told him that the vampaneze were the ones who killed when they drank, though he was careful to describe their ways in detail — they kept part of a person’s spirit alive within themselves when they drained a human dry, so they didn’t look upon it as murder. They were noble. They never lied. They weren’t deliberately evil.

      “Then your father came along,” Vancha said, and explained about the Lord of the Vampaneze, the War of the Scars, Mr Tiny’s prediction and our part in it.

      “I don’t understand,” Darius said at the end, forehead creased. “If the vampaneze don’t lie, how come Dad lied all the time? And he taught me how to use an arrow-gun, but you said they can’t use such weapons.”

      “They’re not supposed to,” Vancha said. “I haven’t seen or heard of any others breaking those rules. But their Lord’s above such laws. They worship him so much – or fear what will happen if they disobey him – that they don’t care what he does, as long as he leads them to victory over the vampires.”

      Darius thought about that in silence for a long time. He was only ten years old, but he had the expression and manner of someone much older.

      “I wouldn’t have helped if I’d known,” he said in the end. “I grew up thinking vampires were evil, like in the movies. When Dad came to me a few years ago and said he was on a mission to stop them, I thought it was a great adventure. I thought he was a hero. I was proud to be his son. I’d have done anything for him. I did…”

      He looked like he was about to cry again. But then his jaw firmed and he stared at me. “But how did you get involved in this?” he asked. “Mum told me you died. She said you broke your neck.”

      “I faked my death,” I said, and gave him a very brief rundown of my early life as a vampire’s assistant, sacrificing everything I held dear to save Steve’s life.

      “But why does he hate you if you saved him?” Darius shouted. “That’s crazy!”

      “Steve sees things differently,” I shrugged. “He believes it was his destiny to become a vampire. He thinks I stole his rightful place. He’s determined to make me pay.”

      Darius shook his head, confused. “I can’t understand that,” he said.

      “You’re young.” I smiled sadly. “You’ve a lot to learn about people and how they operate.” I fell silent, thinking that those were some of the many things poor Shancus would never learn.

      “So,” Darius said a while later, breaking the silence. “What happens now?”

      “Go home,” I sighed. “Forget about this. Put it behind you.”

      “But what about the vampaneze?” Darius cried. “Dad’s still out there. I want to help you find him.”

      “Really?” I looked at him icily. “You want to help us kill him? You’d lead us to your own father and watch while we cut his rotten heart out?”

      Darius shifted uneasily. “He’s evil,” he whispered.

      “Yes,” I agreed. “But he’s still your father. You’re better off out of this.”

      “And Mum?” Darius asked. “What do I tell her?”

      “Nothing,” I said. “She thinks I’m dead. Let her go on thinking that. Say nothing of this. The world I live in isn’t a fit world for children — and as a child who’s lived in it, I should know! Take back your ordinary life. Try not to dwell on what’s happened. In time you might be able to dismiss all this as a horrible dream.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and smiled warmly. “Go home, Darius. Be good to Annie. Make her happy.”

      Darius wasn’t pleased, but I could see him making up his mind to accept my advice. Then Vancha spoke. “It’s not that easy.”

      “What?” I frowned.

      “He’s in. He can’t opt out.”

      “Of course he can!” I snapped.

      Vancha shook his head stubbornly. “He was blooded. The vampaneze blood is thin in him, but it will thicken. He won’t age like normal children, and in a few decades the purge will strike and he’ll become a full-vampaneze.” Vancha sighed. “But his real problems will start long before then.”

      “What do you mean?” I croaked, though I sensed what he was getting at.

      “Feeding,” Vancha said. He turned his gaze on Darius. “You’ll need to drink blood to survive.”

      Darius stiffened, then grinned shakily. “So I’ll drink like you guys,” he said. “A drop here, a drop there. I don’t mind. It’ll be kind of cool, in a way. Maybe I’ll drink from my teachers and–”

      “No,” Vancha growled. “You can’t drink like us. In the beginning, vampaneze were the same as vampires, except in their customs. But they’ve changed. The centuries have altered them physically. Now a vampaneze must kill when he feeds. They’re driven to it. They have no choice or control. I was once a half-vampaneze, so I know what I’m speaking about.”

      Vancha drew himself up straight and spoke sadly but firmly. “In a few months the hunger will grow within you. You won’t be able to resist. You’ll drink blood because you have to, and when you drink, because you’re a half-vampaneze — you’ll kill!”

      CHAPTER TWO

      We marched in silence, in single file, Darius leading the way like Oliver Twist at the head of a funeral procession. Following the massacre at the stadium after the football match, a series of road blocks had been set in place around the town. But there weren’t many in this area, so we made good time, having to take only a couple of short detours. I was at the back of the line, a few metres behind the others, worrying about the meeting to come. I’d agreed to it easily enough in the theatre, but now that we were getting closer, I was having second thoughts.

      While I was running through my words, thinking of all the things I could and should say, Evanna slipped back to walk along beside me. “If it helps, the snake-boy’s soul has flown straight to Paradise,” she said.

      “I never thought otherwise,” I replied stiffly, glaring at her hatefully.

      “Why such a dark look?” she asked, genuine surprise in her mismatched green and brown eyes.

      “You knew it was coming,” I growled. “You could have warned us and saved Shancus.”

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