Aaron jumped off the side into the shallow water and pulled the rope up the muddy beach to the wall. There were mooring posts and he tied it to that. Once he was back on board they sat in silence and scanned the horizon for signs of movement.
Forty minutes later the sun was rising and Mrs Thresher came out with sandwiches and tea for them all. She didn't speak to them and Ben thought she tried to avoid looking at them as much as possible. He ate what he could but found that most of his stomach was knotted and uncomfortable. The Tower looked huge, imposing and impossible to imagine. It had to be two-hundred metres across and six towers prodded the sky.
After breakfast they were joined on deck by Joel, Martin and Alexander who were also coming across with them. Mrs Thresher, Kris and Anthony appeared shortly afterwards.
They checked their weapons, such as they were, and found them the best that could be hoped for under the circumstances. The plan was to get to the Waterloo Barracks as quickly as possible so they could get more and better weapons. After that they could more comfortably begin shuttling them back to the Robinson Crusoe.
"There shouldn't be any trouble," said Aaron. Perhaps it was the way he said it or the fact that he had said it twenty times in the last hour but Ben found he didn't quite believe it. He had never gotten the full story of Aaron and Anthony's miraculous escape from the tower but he suspected they had run when they should have walked. Not that he blamed them for it but he thought it had more than a little to do with why they were now so keen to save Sanctuary.
More tea was provided. They were reluctant to go. Mrs Thresher clung tightly to her husband and Kris never left Martin's side. Ben had a feeling that she wouldn't be returning to Sanctuary with them when this was over.
"Fuck this," said Daniel, slamming down his cup so that it cracked on the roof of the boat. They all turned to look at him. "Lets saddle up and get this show on the road."
They said their goodbyes and uttered meaningless assurances that they wouldn't be gone for very long. How could any of them know that? They would be back with the first load of weapons in an hour and expected tea and sandwiches waiting. Once again Aaron assured them that there wouldn't be any trouble, that the place was probably empty, and then they were gone.
The water was cold. They waded through it to get to the beach. Ben could feel it climbing up his trouser legs as he struggled towards the wall. Aaron took the lead, this was his show now, Daniel was directly behind him with his gun drawn, the Thresher boys hung together and Ben brought up the rear.
All he could hear was the slurping sound of the mud beneath him and the water being pushed aside to let them through. The Tower seemed impossibly far away and the icy cold water made his ankle hurt like a tooth ache. It seemed as if they would never reach the beach but they did. It sloped slightly upwards and before he knew it they were at the wall.
They paused and turned back to look at the boat. It looked like a speck on the water. Three figures stood on the deck watching them. They waved to show that they had made it alright and received waves in return. One of the figures turned away and went back inside, they took this as their cue to move again.
They made their was along the beach to the Queen's Stairs. Rusted orange, when the tide was up they would be beneath the water. They had not been maintained for more than twenty years and gave way easily when Joel and Daniel put their weight behind them. They climbed in single file, stopping every twenty steps or so to listen but they didn't hear anything. Ben brought up the rear again and then they made their way along the wall to Traitor's Gate.
The gate was open. It was through here that Aaron and Anthony had made their escape some twenty years ago and it was easy to believe that no one had passed through it since. The floor was covered with about a foot of green water that seemed to want to drag them down. Then they were at the stairs and climbing into the tower.
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It smelled rancid. Ben had to hold his breath for long seconds as they passed along echoing stone corridors. He expected to find piles of rotting bodies around every corner but it did not occur to him that after twenty-years even a dead body would stop stinking.
They used hand signals to communicate because, although Aaron had assured them that it was safe, you couldn’t be too careful. There was no sound other than themselves.
None of the doors were locked and they began to relax. It was just as they had hoped it would be. They walked outside and Ben took in great lung full’s of fresh air before they went back inside again, found the nearest door and came out in the courtyard.
There were more buildings, surrounded by the high walls and towers. It was strange, like being inside but outside. A white tower dominated the space and Ben failed to notice that the lawn was short, so short that it had probably been cut in the last week.
Aaron led them on. The Waterloo Barracks stood directly in front of them, a miniature castle where the soldiers had lived during those last eventful days. Ben wondered if there was a room inside that still contained Aaron's things, left scattered across the floor as he rushed to leave. There would probably be a similar room for Anthony.
"Okay then," said Aaron, "this is it."
Ben checked his gun for the hundredth time; it was still loaded, the safety was still off. He looked around and saw the others doing the same. The sun was already bright and he had to squint to see anything clearly. That seemed like a good sign, there wouldn't be vamps anywhere but underground on a day like this.
They approached the door slowly. To the left of it an old wooden guard box rotted in the heat. Inside the smell was atrocious.
They coughed and tried to cover their mouths. Flies filled the air, buzzing around their faces. It was warm and moist but they forgot all about their discomfort when they heard movement.
A chair or a table, some heavy piece of furniture scraped across the floor. Ben peered into the darkness but couldn't even make out shapes. He heard five guns being checked and did the same. He held it in front of him and tried to remain calm.
Shapes began to form in the darkness as his eyes adjusted. They were people shapes but that didn't mean anything now. Then he heard the low moan and he remembered the vamps gone wrong. They moved slowly forwards, shuffling across the floor, but one of them walked upright and appeared in the shafts of daylight before them all.
A man, maybe fifty years old. His hair was long and white and tied back in a tight ponytail. He wore a military uniform with medals pinned to the chest. His skin was a healthy brown but his eyes were wide and wild. They raised their guns, aiming for his head.
The man held up his hands as if this sort of thing happened every day. "Friendly," he said. His voice was old and broken. "I'm a friend."
"Who are you?" said Daniel in a typically aggressive tone.
The old man looked at them and when he saw Aaron his face cracked into something that might have been a smile. Ben noticed that the other figures had receded into the dark. "Why don't you ask your friend, Captain Wednesday."
He was talking about Aaron but none of them turned to look at him. "It's just Aaron now," said his voice in the dark. Ben waited to hear him lower his gun but he didn't, so he kept his raised.
"What are you doing here Gabriel?" said Aaron.
"That's Sergeant Arket to you," said the man.
"You promoted yourself then?" said Aaron, his tone mocking. There didn't seem any harm in it, they were the ones with the weapons.
"The King promoted me," he said.
"The King?" said Aaron, sounding unsure of himself. "What King?"
"Why our beloved King Charles the third," said Gabriel, the pride evident.
"Impossible," said Aaron. "He's dead."
Gabriel shook his head. "One hundred and fifty years young. There will be a big celebration."
"You're working for a vamp?" said Aaron with evident disgust.
"Language please captain," said Gabriel. "That's our King you're talking about."
Ben thought Aaron was going to shoot hi
m then, perhaps, if he had done, then much of what followed could have been avoided, but he didn't.
"What do you do?" said Aaron.
Ben wasn't sure what he meant and they never received an answer for him to try and work it out. "I think you should come with me," said Gabriel. "Officially you're AWOL and I should have you shot. Maybe I still will," he added thoughtfully.
"We're not going anywhere with you," said Aaron and Ben realised that he really was ready to pull the trigger. Gabriel didn't appear to have a weapon so shooting him seemed a little underhand. It was a mistake to think him defenceless, however.
He nodded, the gesture was only just noticeable in the gloom. There was the sense of movement behind them and then Ben felt cold hands on his arms. He turned to see decomposed men in uniforms. Vamps gone wrong. They were holding them tight and he knew from his experience at the petrol station that struggling against them was pointless.
Gabriel smiled and began to walk away, "with me," he said and they were turned and carried after him.
Outside the clouds had cleared and the bright sunlight hurt his eyes. Gabriel led them across the courtyard and into the white tower that dominated it. It seemed impossible but the smell inside the white tower was even worse than the barracks. He could hear rats squeaking and the patter of their tiny feet on the stone floor. Rats were a fact of life on boats but, until that moment, Ben hadn’t realised that they also lived on land.
The stone walls were cold. Water dripped down from the ceiling and moss had begun to grow in the crevices. The tunnel was lit by lumpy candles that flickered and cast shadows that seemed to move of their own accord.
Gabriel started to whistle. The high pitched noise made Ben's skin crawl.
He realised they were moving downwards, even before they reached the steps. He couldn't move his arms, his legs flailed around beneath him like a puppet.
The staircase wound around in a tight spiral that got narrower the further down they went. The walls became rougher until they appeared to have been hacked out of the ground.
At the bottom they stopped and Gabriel turned back to face them. "What do you think? Pretty impressive isn't it?"
No one spoke and Gabriel seemed to take offence to that. Ben had a terrible idea that he knew what was going to happen next, he only hoped that he was wrong.
The rough ceiling was so low that the vamps gone wrong had to duck to move through the wide open space but the further they went the higher they became. In time they opened up in a large chamber, the walls became smooth and the light from above was cleaner. There was furniture; golden tables and chairs and at the back of it all a throne.
The vamps gone wrong set them down but no one tried to run. There didn't seem to be much point now.
"As you can see," said Gabriel, "we have made arrangements so that the King's condition needn't impede his work."
"Condition," scoffed Aaron. "You're out of your mind."
"The King suffers from an extreme form of photo sensitivity but it is a small price to pay for his continued good health."
Aaron looked away. It was becoming clear that Gabriel was insane, possibly too long in the company of vamps had broken his mind. Of course Ben had never known him before so this might have been an improvement.
"The King leads from below the ground but he enjoys walks in the moonlight," said Gabriel, continuing even though no one was listening to him now.
"Where is he now?" said Daniel, it was the first time he had spoken since their arrival.
"The King is sleeping," said Gabriel. "I'm sure you can appreciate that a man who works mostly at night needs to rest during the day."
"Sure," said Daniel. "So do we get to meet him?"
Gabriel smiled awkwardly, "I don't know about that, he's a very busy man."
"So what then? You brought us down here to show off?" said Daniel.
"Okay you got me," said Gabriel.
Ben was itching to pull his gun but he didn't dare take the lead. Something else was going on here and he didn't want to get in the way of it by acting rashly. He looked at Aaron and at Daniel, their eyes reflected calm and control. He just hoped that he would work out what was going on before Gabriel did.
"Is there even a King?" said Daniel. He took a step away from the non-vamp, casually keeping his hands in full view of Gabriel.
"What do you mean? Of course there's a King."
"I don't know," said Aaron, following Daniel's lead. "Seems to me like something a jumped up little shit like you would make up to impress us."
"Me? Impress you? Don't make me laugh." But he didn't laugh.
Ben started to get some idea what they were doing but he still wasn't sure why. Surely they could just start shooting, the non-vamps could be taken down with a single shot and Gabriel wasn't armed. Yet no one went for their guns. He wondered if this was part of the plan, something he had slept through while thinking about home.
"I don't know," said Daniel, "even if there is a King what sort of power can he have locked away in a tower?"
"He's not locked away anywhere," said Gabriel. He had developed a tick that brought his shoulder and head together and did little to make him appear more sane.
"Because he doesn't exist?" said Aaron.
"He does too exist," said Gabriel, "and he's very powerful. He has more power than you'll ever know."
"Like what?" said Daniel.
"Yeah," said Aaron, "what's he ever done."
Gabriel smiled like he'd pulled the trump card in a poker match. "Wouldn't you like to know."
"So nothing then?" said Aaron.
"Is controlling every evolved being in the country nothing?" said Gabriel. "Is building dams to capture the last hold outs nothing?"
That was what they had come to hear. The Threshers pulled their guns and two shots each dispatched the non-vamps. They crumbled to the floor, a pile of bloody skin and bones. Ben had his own gun out but no one to shoot at. Aaron had grabbed hold of Gabriel, who was screaming, Daniel had his gun at the mans head.
"Where are they?" said Daniel.
Gabriel shook his head, his bottom lip quivered and tears ran down his cheeks.
"Where are they?" repeated Daniel, his voice louder and angrier.
"I can't..." said Gabriel.
Daniel spun the gun around in his hand and cracked it over his skull. His knees buckled but Aaron kept him upright. "I promise you," said Daniel, "that anything you think they can do to you is nothing compared to what I will do."
Gabriel shook his head again, "please..."
Daniel ignored him. "Now tell me, where they are."
But they didn't have to wait to be told. From deep within the cavern a low moan began to build. It was laced with pain and anger and seemed to shake the walls around them. Ben spun on the spot but he couldn't tell which direction they were coming from.
Gabriel started to scream. Daniel raised the gun to his head and without pausing he pulled he trigger and splattered Gabriel's brains all over Aaron. Ben thought for a moment that they could have used Gabriel for bargaining but he doubted the king vamp would give up a thing for a human life.
As if drawn forwards by the freshly spilled blood the moan continued to build until it became a cry of anger and anguish. A million human emotions caught up in a single animal sound. Ben couldn't help but notice that no one was running for the stairs.
"Position," shouted Aaron as he dropped the lifeless body on the ground.
Ben had no idea what his position was supposed to be but there were four entrances to the room and one of them led up the stairs they had come down. Aaron and Alexander covered one door, Daniel and Martin another. Ben joined Joel by the third door and then they waited.
The moan became impossibly loud. Ben started to wonder if vamps were capable of feelings and that they were distraught to find out that Gabriel had been killed.
He couldn't focus to think through the noise but what did he have to think about? See a vamp, shoot a vamp, that was all he had to know.<
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The lights flickered momentarily and then guttered out as a terrible wind rushed through the tunnels. Ben could see nothing save the red glow that pulsed in front of him. He aimed his gun, held his breath. The moan faded. He could hear teeth and footsteps. He wanted to shoot but he didn't. He waited.
One beat, two beats, how many beats of his heart did he hear before it began? He counted them in his head if for no other reason than to avoid thinking about what was coming, if for no other reason than to avoid thinking about what he stood to lose.
It wasn't just dark, it was the absence of light. It was the glowing, pulsing anti-light of a black hole into which all other darkness was drawn. It stood as a giant before them. It didn't speak.
There were two others, smaller but hungrier for it. They pulsed so rapidly that they seemed to vibrate around the larger figure.
Ben swallowed and his mouth was dry. He wondered why no one had opened fire and then he realised that they had. Guns were going off either side of him, knocking the black shape back and forth, buffeting the smaller ones from side to side. Then he was shooting as well.
They emptied their guns and in the time it took to put in fresh clips the creatures advanced. They cried their horrible cry and he could see that they were bleeding black blood, like oil, onto the floor. They weren't dead yet but they were hurting and that was good.
He emptied another clip and the creatures continued to advance. They were twenty, then ten, then only five metres away. They smelled of death, both their own and all those they had consumed. He reloaded his gun and fired again, fired a bullet for everyone he knew who had died.
They still weren't dead. He only had another two clips and no idea what the others were carrying.
He moved back in line with the others, the door was behind them but they didn't go. They kept firing until black blood soaked through their clothes, until they ran out of bullets, until the creatures writhed on the floor then lay still.
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