"We have to go to the dam," said Daniel.
Ben looked up and saw that he was speaking to Joel. The conversation with Margaret was apparently over because Mrs Thresher was talking to her in a quiet voice now.
"I don't expect you to come. You and yours have done enough. Seems like this is our fight."
"Don't be a fool," said Joel. "We've come this far together haven't we? Of course we'll come."
Daniel smiled and Ben felt sick. He couldn't even look at the two boys who had been volunteered for the job by their father.
"We'll take a smaller boat, leave the girls here."
"Oh no you won't." They all looked up, surprised to hear Kris speak. She looked uncomfortable having them all stare at her but she went on. "We can take another boat, that's fine, but you're not leaving me behind again. Not this time. This is my home too."
"Of course," said Daniel. He paused as if expecting Mrs Thresher and Margaret to announce their intention to come along as well but of course they didn't. The idea that Mrs Thresher would wield anything stronger than a rolling pin seemed quite ridiculous and Margaret must have know that none of them would allow her to go. "Alright then," he said. "We'll need a boat."
An hour later they were loading weapons onto Ben's small raft. He had stored it wrapped in plastic behind his home and the weeds hadn't got to it. There was barely enough room for all eight of them and he would have been glad to leave Kris and the boys behind but they were determined to come along.
They checked and double checked the wooden weapons. Ben once more slung two quivers of feathers on his back and carried a longbow. They left weapons behind, they would have sunk the raft if they'd tried to carry them all, and gave Mrs Thresher and Margaret a quick explanation of how they worked, just in case. They also left instructions that, at the slightest hint of danger, they were to start the engine and get as far away as possible. Under no circumstances were they to come looking for them
It was half a days journey to the dam but in the permanent night it was difficult to tell how much time passed. Daniel and Joel tried to start spirited conversation but it was clear no one was in the mood and the journey passed in silence. Except for the sound of the oars in the water and the black wings above them.
Ben watched the place he had called home since he was eleven years old slip away behind him. In its own way it was cathartic. The place he had called home was already gone, leaving it behind on the river was like leaving it behind in his mind.
He thought about Mary and the boys. The knot in his stomach told him that there was a good chance they were dead or turned and that if they were turned he would have to kill them and that if that turned out to be the case there was a good chance that he wouldn't be able to. As far as he knew he was the only person on the raft who had lost someone he cared about from the village but they had all lost someone recently.
The day wore on but the darkness never changed. It was a fixed point now, until this was over it would be forever night. Ben was ready for it to be over but when they rounded the corner and the dam came into view he realised that he wasn't ready for it to begin.
The banks of the river leading up to the dam were lined with canvas tents. Red ones, blue ones, multicoloured ones. Whatever people had been able to find. There was noise too. Hammers on wood, sawing and voices shouting. Ben looked up and saw people, black dots swarming over the giant dam like insects.
They stopped rowing and let the river take them to shore. The boat landed with a gentle thud. Daniel and Joel tied it up automatically although, Ben thought, they had to know that their chances of coming back for it were virtually non-existent. He checked his bow and his quiver and joined them on the muddy bank.
Hiding was not part of their plan. The truth was they didn't have one; they had no expectations (only fears) about what they would find.
They walked along the path. The weeds and bushes had been trimmed back so that the cracked concrete was visible. None of them spoke but Ben was sure he wasn't the only one who held his gun a little tighter when the figure approached.
It was with surprise that Ben saw it was his mum and that she was smiling.
"Ben," she said and opened her arms wide.
Too dazed to protest he let her wrap him in her arms. When she let go he stood back and a terrible thought crossed his mind. He leaned forwards and examined her exposed neck for bite marks and her flesh for decomposition but found neither. She looked healthy, better than she had done before in fact.
"I'm so glad you made it," she said. "We've missed you."
The 'we' was filled with promise and the hope that Mary might still be alive but he couldn't bring himself to believe it yet. "What's happening here?" he said.
"We're building a dam," she said.
"Hannah," said a voice behind him.
His mum turned to look. "Oh hello Daniel, you're back as well then."
"Hannah, who's building the dam?" said Daniel.
She smiled. "We are, didn't I say?"
"You did," he nodded. "But who are you building it for?"
"Them?"
She nodded, a big goofy grin on her face. He realised that something was wrong but not like before. This wasn't alzheimer's or whatever she had. "You're building it for vamps?" he said, afraid that he already knew the answer.
"Ben," she scolded, "watch your language."
"But mum they're ... vampires. They're evil."
She was shaking her head. Around them the sounds of construction continued to meld with the black creatures that swarmed in the air above. He wondered if it was night yet and then he wondered if he would ever see daylight again.
"We got it wrong," she said, still shaking her head. "They aren't evil, they're just like you or me. Did we ever tell you about evolution?"
He had a terrible feeling she was about to try and convince him that vamps were an evolution, the next step in the human journey. He didn't think he could hear it. It made him think of Gabriel and his insistence that the King still being alive was a god given miracle.
"Where's Nicholas?" he said.
"The General?"
"Is he still in charge?"
"Oh yes," said his mum. "It's because of him that we saw we were wrong. He helped us understand the truth."
Ben nodded but he wasn't agreeing with her. "Do you know where he is?"
"I can take you to him if you like," she said.
Ben turned to the others who had listened to the whole exchange. They nodded and he turned back to his mum. "Take us to him."
It took them close to an hour to reach the dam. His mother's mental faculties seemed much improved but her old legs and back were as bad as ever.
"The General says it's high time we stopped living like fishes waiting to be caught," she said as they walked. "We've got nothing to fear from the Omega..."
"The Omega?" said Ben dropping back a step to walk by her side.
"That's what we call them now, The Omega."
He nodded and let her continue.
"Really they just want to help us so we should be grateful. They're stronger than us and smarter than us but we can be just like them."
They reached the scaffolding that wrapped around the dam. Ben could see the people working on the structure now, familiar faces, young and old.
"Up here," said his mum and they followed her up a narrow stone staircase. The river disappeared beneath them and from the top he could see over the green and yellow fields into the distance. Great forests seemed to have risen from the ground. The dark sheets above extended as far as he could see.
His mum walked at the front and he was directly behind her. About halfway along the narrow path he felt a hand on his arm and turned to see Daniel. "Let me go ahead," he said. Ben stood aside and they continued walking in their new formation.
Ben had no idea what to expect but it certainly wasn't the palatial building they found at the top of the dam. Made out of the same light stone as the dam itself it's turrets and towers might have been c
arved out of a rock face.
At the front of the
(castle)
stood two large men that Ben recognised from their days guarding the Village Hall. Except they looked bigger, bolder. They didn't so much as nod in recognition as his mum led them inside.
The smell hit him like a punch in the face. Instantly he was choking back tears. His eyes watered as they followed his mum through the wide entry hall.
Dark shapes, people
(vamps)
(omega)
hung back in the shadows. Watching them with bright eyes that seemed the shine in the gloom. He wouldn't turn towards them, afraid that he would recognise them.
She led them to a door but there was no need to knock. It swung open as they approached and then they were in the General's private chamber. The double doors closed behind them with a heavy thud.
There was no light but he could see just the same. The figures before him stood out, shining black shapes on a dull black background. There were a dozen of them at least but in the middle of it all a figure twice the size of any others sat on an onyx throne.
"Wait here," said his mum.
He nodded dimly. He was vaguely aware of movement behind him but he couldn't turn, he was frozen to the spot.
His mum walked towards the black throne where Nicholas was seated. She knelt down and he seemed to see every gnarly twisted bone ache. She bowed her head.
"I have brought them to you master," she said.
This time Ben was ready for it. He didn't feel any shock at his mothers words, in fact it seemed to explain a great deal. He spun around before the giant hands could grab him. There was no chance to beat the vamps-gone-wrong with strength but in his belt he still had the wooden knife he had taken from the armoury.
The thing lunged forwards to grab at him. It saw too late that he had move and before it could correct its balance Ben had thrust the knife upwards and using a the things own weight against it he pushed the knife up into its chest and through its heart.
He stepped away quickly to avoid being crushed by the falling weight as it hit the ground with an almighty bang.
"ENOUGH" said Nicholas. His voice shook the walls.
The other vamps-gone-wrong let go of his friends and stepped back. Ben turned away from the thing on the floor and looked at Nicholas. Now standing, he must have been twelve feet high.
Nicholas walked towards him, moving lightly despite his size. "WE DON'T NEED TO FIGHT".
Ben turned to look at his friends but none of them had stepped forward to stand with him, like it or not he was now spokesperson for the group.
He saw himself pulling an arrow from the quiver on his back, loading his bow and firing it at where Nicholas's heart should have been. But Nicholas was no ordinary vamp and a single arrow would barely scratch the surface.
"I ALWAYS LIKED YOU BEN," he said. "YOU COULD JOIN ME."
"You know I won't," he said, finding his voice at last.
"A PITTY BUT I WON'T FORCE YOU" he said making it very clear that if he chose to he could force him to if he wanted.
Gabriel, his mother, all those people working on the dam. He wondered if they had been forced.
Another figure walked towards them, a woman
(no a girl)
it took him a moment to recognise Kirsty, the girl who had been lost on the Back Field.
"It's okay," she said to Nicholas. "I can take it from here."
Nicholas bowed his head and stepped away "AS YOU WISH M'AM" he said without taking his eyes from her.
Her voice was soft and calm
(human)
but he could tell at once she was one of them, a vamp, an Omega or whatever you wanted to call themselves. She glowed with the same dark energy that seemed to absorb all the light around her.
"Ben, Daniel, Kris," she said. "And new friends too, welcome home." She smiled and he could see her pin sharp fangs.
"What have you done to these people?" said Ben when really he meant, what have you done to my family.
"We have helped them understand that the human race is inferior. They want to join us now, they have seen the true path."
"You've brainwashed them," he said.
She shook her head slowly, sadly. "I'm sorry that you see it that way Ben. Perhaps in time you will understand."
The hands grabbed him from behind. "I won't."
"Then you will be useful in other ways I'm sure," she said and slid a shining pink tongue across her lips. She held his gaze for a moment and then nodded to whatever was behind him. "Take them away," she said and once again he was lifted off his feet and carried out.
17
They were in the cell for less than an hour. It was damp and cold and pitch black, at the bottom of hundreds of stairs. Ben thought that it might be below the river itself but he had no way of knowing. There was nowhere to sit except the dirt floor. The door was the only substantial element of the room; it was made of the same heavy stone as the rest of the dam. He thought it would be easier to break through the wall.
They sat together in a loose circle but didn't say very much. Less than twenty minutes after their arrival they looked towards the door. There were voices outside and heavy thuds. Ben stood up and walked to the door but was pulled back sharply by Daniel.
The door swung open and imbedded itself in the soft wall of the cell. He couldn't see who was there but a mans voice said. "Come with me."
They followed him out into the corridor where they had to climb over
(bodies)
things on the ground. The tunnel seemed to go on a lot further than it had when they had been taken to the cell and when they emerged they found themselves outside rather than in the dam.
The endless night continued to reign but it still took a moment for his eyes to adjust. When they had he saw that the people who had rescued them were none other than old Groche's grandsons; Peter and David. And they weren't alone, there were other faces coming towards them, some familiar, some not.
The brothers led them towards the tree line and the others followed without saying a word. They emerged in the clearing where Ben had first seen the dam.
"What's going on?" he said. The others, the ones he knew and the ones he didn't, circled them, keeping close because there wasn't much space.
"We're the Resistance," said Peter with evident pride.
"What happened here?" said Ben.
Combined with what Margaret had already told them they finally got the full picture of what had happened in the days since they had left:
It had started just four days ago. Which Ben and the others understood to be when they had killed The King. That morning Nicholas had gone walking in the Back Field as he had taken to doing in the week since they had gone. He gave no reason for these jaunts but some suspected he was meeting someone. In fact he hadn't been meeting anyone but that morning he did.
Beneath the shade of the trees a girl came to him. He recognised her at once as the little girl who had been lost in the field some days before. But she had changed, she had a light now where before there had been darkness. They spoke together for a long time and she told him that The King was dead and that he had inherited the title along with something else. She explained how the vamps saw themselves as a human evolution and together they named themselves the Omega. She bit him, he changed and darkness fell across the land.
Peter explained what happened to the people, they were told that it was their destiny to become Omega but first they had to build the temple. That is what he called the dam. It was like a spell fell over the people and they followed him. Those that didn't either escaped like they had or were punished, as Margaret had been.
"It's because they're tired of running," said David, dismissing his brothers theory that the people were under a spell. "If we could speak to them we could make them understand."
But Ben had see his mother and the way she had acted and he knew that Peter was right, they were under a spell and the only way to break it was to ki
ll Kirsty. She had sired Nicholas, she was in charge.
They slept and they rested. They sent word back to the Robinson Crusoe and through the night weapons and supplies were ferried back to the Resistance camp. When Ben woke he was with Mary again.
She sat beside him, holding his hands in hers, sweet tears running down her cheeks. It took him a moment to understand that he wasn't dreaming and that she was really there with him.
"Mary," he said because nothing else came to mind. "The boys?"
She nodded. "They're here too."
He felt a wave of relief crash against rocks of hate for the people who had made him believe his family was gone. He reached for her and they held each other close.
Morning came and she brought him breakfast. They ate while still in their sleeping bags, side by side on the hard earth. They didn't speak, there was nothing that needed to be said. They were together again, everything else was inconsequential.
They gathered in the field. The dark still hung above them but they were lit by dozens of lamps. More than a hundred of them had gathered. The weapons they had brought from the tower had been handed out. Ben stood beside Daniel, beside Peter and David.
He had said goodbye to Mary again for what he promised himself was the last time. Whatever happened next that part of his life was finished. He hadn't even seen the boys because he didn't think he would be able to go if he did. He would see them when the sun rose, if it ever did.
The plan was simple: they would storm the dam and fight their way to Kirsty and The General. They would avoid killing anyone else if it was at all possible. Ben had a feeling it would not be.
They made no attempt to hide themselves as they filed through the thick bushes that separated the field from the riverbank. There was no way they would have been able to keep more than a hundred people from being seen.
The air was warm and fetid, dank and sticky. Ben walked
(marched)
beside Daniel just behind the brothers. It was a short journey but long enough for the world to change. He had never been a soldier, had never even played at it as a child, but like it or not he was going to war. After days on the move and with little restful sleep he should have been exhausted but an excitement burned in his chest and he could not deny an eagerness to fire the beautifully crafted crossbow. He wondered if all soldiers felt like this.
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