by Darren Shan
"So you couldn't persuade him to let us in?" Vancha asked.
"I didn't have to," Alice said. "A way's already open. One rear entrance has been left unblocked. The approaching path is being kept clear. The police around that point aren't to interfere with anyone going in."
"He told you that?" I asked, surprised.
"He was under orders to tell anyone who asked," Alice said. She spat on the ground with disgust. "Traitor!"
Vancha looked at me with a thin smile. "Leonard's in there, isn't he?"
"No doubt about it," I nodded. "He wouldn't miss something like this."
Vancha cocked a thumb at the walls of the stadium. "He's laid this on for our benefit. We're the guests of honour. Be a shame to disappoint him."
"We probably won't come out of there alive if we go in," I noted.
"That's negative thinking," Vancha tutted.
"Then we're going to proceed?" Alice asked. "We're going to push on, even though we're outnumbered and outgunned?"
"Aye," Vancha said after a moment's thought. "I'm too long in the tooth to start bothering with wisdom now!"
I grinned at my fellow Prince. Alice shrugged. Evanna remained as blank-faced as ever. Then, without discussing it any further, we slipped around back to the unguarded entrance.
The lights weren't as bright at the rear of the stadium, and there weren't many people. Lots of police were about, but they deliberately ignored us, as they'd been told to. As we were about to advance through the gap in the ranks of police, Alice stopped us. "I've had an idea," she said hesitantly. "If we all go in, they can close the net around us and we won't be able to punch our way out. But if we attack from two fronts at once "
She quickly outlined her plan. It made sense to Vancha and me, so we held back while she made several phone calls. Then we waited an impatient hour, taking it easy, preparing ourselves mentally and physically. As we watched, the smoke thickened from the fires inside the stadium, and the crowd around the barriers grew. Many of the newcomers were tramps and homeless people. They mixed with the others and slowly pushed forwards, where they waited close to the barriers, quiet, unnoticed.
When all was as it should be, Alice handed me a pistol and we bade her farewell. The three of us joined hands and wished each other luck. Then Vancha and I set our sights on the unguarded door. With Evanna following us like a ghost, we boldly walked past the ranks of armed police. They averted their eyes or turned their backs on us as we passed. Moments later we left the brightness outside for the darkness of the stadium tunnels and our date with destiny.
We had entered the leopards den.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The tunnel twisted a lot, but ran directly under the stands to the open interior of the stadium. Vancha and I walked side by side in absolute silence. If Steve was waiting, and the night went against us, one of us would die within the next few hours. There wasn't much to say in a situation like that. Vancha was probably making his peace with the vampire gods. I was worrying about what would happen after the fight, fixed on the idea that there must be some way to stop the coming of the Lord of the Shadows.
There were no traps along the way and we saw nobody. When we left the confines of the tunnel, we stood by the exit for a minute, numbly absorbing the chaos which Steve's troops had created. Evanna moved away slightly to our left, and she studied the carnage too.
The big top of the Cirque Du Freak, along with most of the vans and tents, had been set ablaze the source of the banks of smoke which clogged the air overhead. The performers and circus crew had been herded together about twenty metres ahead of the tunnel, clear of the stands. Harkat stood among them, near Evra and Merla. I'd never seen his grey face filled with such rage. They were surrounded by eight armed vampets, and spotlights which had been taken from inside the big top were trained upon them. Several dead bodies lay nearby. Most were backstage crew, but one was a long-serving star of the show the skinny, supple, musical Alexander Ribs would never take to the stage again.
Ripping the piece of cloth away from my eyes, I let my sight adjust, then looked for Debbie among the survivors there was no sign of her. In a panic, I examined the faces and forms of the corpses again, for fear she was lying among them but I couldn't see her.
Several vampaneze and vampets patrolled the stadium, circling the burning tents and vans, controlling the flames. As I watched, Mr Tiny strolled out of the burning pyre of the big top, through a wall of fire, rubbing his hands together. He was wearing a red top hat and gloves Mr Tall's. I understood instinctively that he'd left Mr Tall's body inside the tent, using it as a makeshift funeral pyre. Mr Tiny didn't look upset, but I could tell by his donning of the hat and gloves that, on some level, he'd been in some way affected by his son's death.
Between the burning tent and the surviving members of the Cirque Du Freak stood a new addition a hastily constructed gallows. Several nooses hung from the crossbeam, but only one was filled with the poor, thin neck of the snake-boy, Shancus Von.
I cried aloud when I spotted Shancus and made to rush towards him. Vancha gripped my left wrist and jerked me back. "We can't help him now," he growled.
"But" I started to argue.
"Lower your gaze," he said quietly.
When I did, I saw that a band of vampaneze was grouped beneath the crossbeam and knotted ropes. All were armed with swords or battle-axes. Behind them, standing on something that raised him above them, and smirking evilly, stood their master, the Lord of the Vampaneze Steve Leopard. He hadn't seen us yet.
"Easy," Vancha said as I stiffened. "No need to rush." His eyes were sliding slowly left and right. "How many vampaneze and vampets are here? Are there more hiding in the stands or behind the burning vans and tents? Let's work out exactly what we have to deal with before we go barging ahead."
Breathing deeply, I forced myself to think calmly, then studied the lie of the land. I counted fourteen vampaneze nine grouped around Steve and more than thirty vampets. I didn't see Gannen Harst, but guessed he would be close by Steve, hidden by the group of circus folk between us and the gallows.
"I make it a dozen-plus vampaneze and three times that amount of vampets, aye?" Vancha said.
"More or less," I agreed.
Vancha looked sideways at me and winked. "The odds are in our favour, Sire."
"You think so?"
"Most definitely," he said with fake enthusiasm we both knewit didn't look good. We were vastly outnumbered by enemies with superior weapons. Our only ace card was that the vampaneze and vampets couldn't kill us. Mr Tiny had predicted doom for them if anybody other than their Lord murdered the hunters.
Without saying anything, we started forward at the exact same moment. I was carrying two knives, one in either hand. Vancha had drawn a couple of throwing stars but was otherwise unarmed he believed in fighting with his bare hands at close quarters. Evanna moved when we did, shadowing our every footstep.
The vampets surrounding the imprisoned Cirque Du Freak troupe saw us coming but didn't react, except to close a little more tightly around the people they were guarding. They didn't even warn the others that we were here. Then I saw that they didn't need to Steve and his cronies had already spotted us. Steve was standing on a box, or something, staring happily at us, while the vampaneze in front of him bunched defensively, weapons at the ready.
We had to pass the circus prisoners to get to Steve. I stopped as we drew level with Evra, Merla and Harkat. Evra and Merla's eyes were wet with tears. Harkat's green globes were shining with fury, and he'd pulled down his mask to bare his sharp grey teeth (he could survive up to half a day without the mask).
I gazed sorrowfully at Evra and Merla, then at the body of their son, dangling from the gallows further ahead. The vampets guarding my friends watched me cautiously but made no move against me.
"Come on," Vancha said, tugging at my elbow.
"I'm sorry," I croaked to Evra and Merla, unable to continue without saying something. "I wouldn't I didn't if I could " I stopped
, unable to think of anything else to say.
Evra and Merla said nothing for a moment. Then, with a screech, Merla smashed through the guards around her and threw herself at me. "I hate you.'" she screamed, scratchingmy face, spitting with rage. "My son's dead because of you!"
I couldn't react. I felt sick with shame. Merla dragged me to the ground, yelling and crying, beating me with her fists. The vampets moved forward to pull her off, but Steve shouted, "No! Leave them alone! This is fun!"
We rolled away from the vampets, Merla driving me back. I didn't even raise my hands to defend myself as she called me every name under the moon. I just wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.
And then, as Merla lowered her face as though to bite me, she whispered in my ear, "Steve has Debbie." I gawped at her. She roared more insults, then whispered again, "We didn't fight. They think we're gutless, but we were waiting foryou. Harkat said you'd come and lead us."
Merla cuffed me about the head, then locked gazes with me. "It wasn't your fault," she said, smiling ever so slightly through her tears. "We don't hate you. Steve's the evil one not you."
"But if I hadn't if I'd told Vancha to kill R.V "
"Don't think that way," she snarled. "You're not to blame. Now help us kill the savages whoare! Give us a signal when you're ready and we'll answer the call. We'll fight to the death, every last one of us."
She screamed at me again, grabbed me by the neck to strangle me, then fell off and punched the ground, sobbing pitifully. Evra pushed forward, collected his wife and led her back to the pack. He glanced at me once, fleetingly, and I saw the same thing in his expression that I'd seen in Merla's sorrow for the loss of their son, hatred for Steve and his gang, but only pity for me.
I still felt at fault for what had happened to Shancus and the others. But Evra and Merla's sympathy gave me the strength to carry on. If they'd hated me, I doubt I could have continued. But now that they'd given me their backing, I not only felt able to push on I felt that I had to. For their sakes, if not my own.
I got to my feet, acting shaken. As Vancha came to help me, I spoke quickly and quietly. "They're with us. They'll fight when we do."
He paused, then carried forward as though I hadn't spoken, checking my face where Merla had scratched me, loudly asking if she'd harmed me, if I was OK, if I wanted to rest a while.
"I'm fine," I grunted, pushing past him, showing my circus friends a stiff back, as if they'd insulted me. "Merla said Steve has Debbie," I hissed to Vancha out of the side of my mouth, barely moving my lips.
"We might not be able to save her," he whispered back.
"I know," I said stonily. "But we'll try?"
A short pause. Then, "Aye," he replied.
With that, we quickened our pace and made a beeline for the gallows and the grinning, demonic, half-vampaneze beast waiting underneath, face half hidden by the shadow of the dangling Shancus Von.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Halt!" one of the nine vampaneze in front of Steve shouted when we were about five metres away. We stopped. This close, I saw that Steve was actually standing on the body of one of the circus crew Pasta O'Malley, a man who used to sleepwalk and even sleep-read. I could also see Gannen Harst now, just to Steve's right, sword undrawn, watching us intently.
"Drop your throwing stars," the vampaneze said to Vancha. When he didn't respond, two of the vampaneze raised spears and pointed them at him. With a shrug, Vancha slid the shurikens back into their holders and lowered his hands.
I glanced up at Shancus, swinging in the light breeze. The crossbeam creaked. The sound was louder than normal for me because of the purge like the squeal of a wild boar.
"Get him down," I snarled at Steve.
"I don't think so," Steve replied lightly. "I like the sight of him up there. Maybe I'll hang his parents beside him. His brother and sister too. Keep the whole family together. What do you think?"
"Why do you go along with this madman?" Vancha asked Gannen Harst. "I don't care what Des Tiny says about him this lunatic can bring nothing but shame upon the vampaneze. You should have killed him years ago."
"He is of our blood," Gannen Harst replied quietly. "I don't agree with his ways he knows that but we don't kill our kin."
"You do if they break your laws," Vancha grunted. "Leonard lies and uses guns. Any normal vampaneze would be executed if they did that."
"But he isn't normal," Gannen said. "He is our Lord. Desmond Tiny said we would perish if we did not follow him and obey. Whether I like it or not, Steve has the power to bend our laws, or even ignore them completely. I'd rather he didn't, but it's not my place to chastise him when he does."
"You can't approve of his actions," Vancha pushed.
"No," Gannen admitted. "But he has been accepted by the clan, and I am only a servant of my people. History can judge Steve. I'm content to serve and protect, in line with the wishes of those who appointed me."
Vancha glared at his brother, trying to stare him down, but Gannen onlygazed back blankly. Then Steve laughed. "Aren't family get-togethers a joy?" he said. "I was hoping you'd bring Annie and Darius along. Imagine the fun all six of us could have had!"
"They're far away from here by now," I said. I wanted to dive for him and rip his throat open with my bare hands and teeth, but his guards would have cut me down before I struck. I had to be patient and pray for a chance to present itself. "How's my son?" Steve asked. "Did you kill him?"
"Of course not," I snorted. "I didn't have to. When he saw you murder Shancus he realized you were a monster. I filled him in on your pastglories. Annie told him some old stories too. He'll never listen to you again. You've lost him. He's your son no more."
I hoped to wound Steve with my words but he just laughed them off. "Oh well, I was never that fond of him anyway. A scrawny, moody kid. No taste for blood. Although," he chuckled, "I guess he'll develop one soon!"
"I wouldn't be too sure of that," I retorted.
"I blooded him," Steve boasted. "He's half-vampaneze."
"No," I smiled. "He's a half-vampire. Like me."
Steve stared at me uncertainly. "You re-blooded him?"
"Yes. He's one of us now. He won't need to kill when he feeds. Like I said, he's no longer your son in any way whatsoever."
Steve's features darkened. "You shouldn't have done that," he growled. "The boy was mine."
"He was never yours, not in spirit," I said. "You merely tricked him into believing he was."
Steve started to reply, then scowled and shook his head gruffly. "Never mind," he muttered. "The child's not important. I'll deal with him and his mother later. Let's get down to the good stuff. We all know the prophecy." He nodded at Mr Tiny, who was wandering around the burning tents and vans, paying no apparent interest to us. "Darren or Vancha will kill me, or I'll kill one of you, and that will decide the fate of the War of the Scars."
"If Tiny's right, or telling the truth, aye," Vancha sniffed.
"You don't believe him?" Steve frowned.
"Not entirely," Vancha said. "Tiny and his daughter" He glared at Evanna "have agendas of their own. I accept most of what they predict but I don't treat their predictions as absolute facts."
"Then why are you here?" Steve challenged him.
"In case theyare correct."
Steve looked confused. "How can you not believe them? Desmond Tiny is the voice of destiny. He sees the future. He knows all that has been and will be."
"We make our own futures," Vancha said. "Regardless of what happens tonight, I believe my people will defeat yours. But I'll kill you anyway," he added with a wicked grin. "Just to be on the safe side."
"You're an ignorant fool," Steve said, shaking with outrage. Then his gaze settled on me. "I betyou believe the prophecy."
"Maybe," I replied.
"Of course you do," Steve smiled. "And you know it's you or me, don't you? Vancha's a red herring. You and I are the sons of destiny, the ruler and slave, the victor and vanquished. Leave Vancha behind, ste
p up here alone, and I swear it will be a fair fight. You and me, man to man, one winner, one loser. A Vampaneze Lord to rule the night or a Vampire Prince."
"How can I trust you?" I asked. "You're a liar. You'll spring a trap."
"No," Steve barked. "You have my word."
"Like that means anything," I jeered, but I could see an eagerness in Steve's expression. His offer was genuine. I glanced sideways at Vancha. "What do you think?"
"No," Vancha said. "We're in this together. We'll take him on as a team."
"But if he's prepared to fight me fairly "
