by Simon Hawke
"He is only one and we are two," whispered Stoker. "We can easily overpower him—"
"Perhaps not so easily,” said Doyle. "Lunacy often tends extraordinary strength. I have seen grisly evidence of what this man can do in the bodies of his victims. Let us not be hasty. He has not acted alone in this. We must learn what we can and wait for a moment that is opportune, then we must make our move. But we must do it quickly. We can take no chances with this madman."
He led them down the stairs to the great hall of the castle and they saw that part of the huge structure was in ruins. Piles of rubble were on the floor where old mortar had given way and stones had fallen down, leaving large holes in the high ceiling. There was a gaping fissure in one wall and bats flew in and out of it, screeching, the echoes of their cries reverberating throughout the great hall. Huge cobwebs hung in the corners and rats scurried across the floor. Everything looked as if it had been abandoned for centuries. They continued downward, through a great wooden, iron- reinforced door and down another long, steep flight of stone steps, the light from the candelabrum throwing huge, garish shadows on the walls.
"Where are you taking us?" said Stoker fearfully. He stopped on the stone steps. "These stairs lead down to the dungeons, don't they?"
"Yes. Mr. Stoker, they do," the vampire said.
"In that case. I refuse to go another step!"
"I have no objection," Dracula said. "You may remain here if you wish and wait for us. Mr. Doyle, I think, would be interested in seeing what I have to show
him."
"Very well, lead on," said Conan Doyle.
"Wait!" said Stoker, hurrying after them. He caught up to Doyle and whispered, "Forgive me, Arthur. I am ashamed of myself. Whatever happens from here on, we shall face it together!”
"There is no shame in being afraid," said Doyle. "I can feel my own knees shaking, but we must screw our courage to the sticking point and see this thing through, come what may."
"Listen!" Stoker whispered harshly. "What in heaven's name is that?"
From below, as if from a great distance, came a keening wail, an inhuman chorus of animal shrieks that grew louder as they descended.
"My God, Arthur," Stoker said hoarsely, "what on earth have we gotten ourselves into?"
"Steady, Stoker," Doyle said. "Whatever it is, we shall find out soon enough. Be prepared for anything."
They reached the bottom of the steps and followed Dracula down a damp, narrow stone corridor with a low ceiling. Stoker uttered a sound of disgust as huge rats scurried past their feet. Soon they reached another large wooden door. The screams were louder now. Dracula drew back a huge iron bolt and opened it. The chorus of screams rose suddenly in volume, almost deafening them.
They were on a stone landing high above a large, underground chamber lit by torches set into sconces in the walls. In front of them was a steep flight of stone steps, leading down to the dungeon floor. There was no wall or railing, nothing to stop them from falling to the stone floor thirty feet below should they lose their footing and slip.
"May the saints preserve us!" Stoker said. "We have descended into hell!"
Below them in the dungeon, behind thick iron bars set into the stone, were scores of creatures bearing only a passing resemblance to men and women. Their clothes were torn and filthy, stained with blood. Some were completely covered with hair, looking like rabid, snarling beasts. They hurled themselves against the iron
bars and howled like wolves. Some attacked each other, jaws snapping, claws
slashing, and a few had fallen and were being greedily devoured by others in their cells. Still others looked almost normal, except for their emaciated appearance, their hollow, staring eyes devoid of any sanity, and their abnormally long and pointed canine teeth, visible as they opened their mouths to emit throat-rending screams and thrust their hands out through the bars.
There were manacles set into the Wall and, in the center of the chamber, there was a smaller room partitioned off by steel-framed glass, inside of which they could see a bizarre array of laboratory equipment, among which were a number of large standing lamps, metal cabinets with trays holding surgical implements and a long operating table with strong restraining straps.
"Here is the solution to your case, gentlemen!" Dracula shouted over the uproar. "The dawn of a new race! The new breed brought forth by my creator!"
Both men stood frozen on the steps as Dracula descended to the floor of the chamber. He looked up at them, eyes blazing. "Here is true insanity for you!" he shouted over the din.
You wanted to learn the truth? Well, gaze upon it! Allow me to introduce you to my family! My brothers and my sisters! My creator's legacy!"
He hurled the candelabrum at the iron bars with all his might. sending sonic of the creatures scampering back.
"Shut up!" he screamed. "Shut up. damn you all. SHUT UP!"
As Conan Doyle and Stoker stood motionless, staring in stunned disbelief, the vampire slumped down, brought his hands up to his face and wept.
"For God's sake, Arthur!" Stoker said, grabbing Doyle's arm and spinning hint around. "This is madness! Hurry, we must get out of here before—"
He saw the expression on Doyle's face as Doyle looked past him and quickly turned around, expecting some new horror. Standing on the landing behind them was a beautiful young woman dressed all in white, with long black hair hanging loose down around her shoulders.
"My God!" said Stoker, "Violet!"
"Mr. Stoker!" she said, coming down towards them and holding out her
arms. "Help me! Please! Take me away from this dreadful place!"
Stoker started towards her, but Doyle suddenly grabbed him and pulled him back. "Look out. Stoker!"
She snarled as Stoker was yanked out of her reach, revealing sharp, elongated canine teeth. She lunged at Doyle, but he twisted away from her and she screamed as her momentum carried her over the side of the long stairway. The scream was cut off abruptly as she struck the stone floor below, breaking her neck.
Dracula stood over the creature that had once been Violet Anderson, staring down at her broken body. "Forgive me, Violet," he said softly. "I could not help myself."
Slowly, he raised his head to look up at the two men above him on the stairway, his eyes glittering. Then he turned and walked over to the wall, taking a ring of keys down from a hook.
"Run, Stoker!" Doyle shouted.
As they sprinted back the way they came, the vampire threw open the first of the cell doors.
. . .
The lock on the warehouse door yielded to the laser easily. Steiger slowly pushed the door open while the others covered him.
"I think it would be best if you were to remain out here. Mr. Wells," said Forrester.
"Absolutely not," said Wells. "I will ask you to remember our agreement. General."
"I do remember it." said Forester, “and I appreciate your cooperation more than I can say, but my concern is for your safety."
"So long as Jane remains safe with your people at the Charing Cross Hotel, that is all that matters," Wells said.
"Mr. Neilson and Miss Craven will take good care of her." said Forrester, "and with Dr. Darkness there as well, she will he more than adequately protected. I'd feel much better if you were with them. If anything should happen to you—"
"You need have no fears on my account." said Wells. "I have no intention of indulging in any foolhardy heroics. But you will need me to deal with Lin Tao and Moreau. They trust me, whereas, I am sorry to say, they do not trust you people at all."
"I guess that makes us even," Steiger said. "I don't trust Moreau. And I don't know anything about this Lin Tao character."
"What is it you wish to know, Colonel Steiger?" said a voice from directly behind them.
They turned quickly to see the old Chinaman come walking towards them slowly out of the mist. He stopped a short distance away front them.
"It's him," said Andre.
The old man bowed. "I am Lin Tao."
"Stay right where you are," said Steiger, covering the old man with his disruptor, but Wells immediately stepped in front of him.
"Put that away!" he said. "Is that any way to treat a man who's trying to help you?"
"Stand aside, Wells," Steiger said, reaching out to shove Wells to one side, but Wells batted his arm away.
"General," he said, "I insist that you honor the terms of our agreement!"
"Steiger . . . Forrester said.
"Sir, I really don't think —"
"Put it away." said Forrester.
Reluctantly, Steiger holstered his disruptor.
"A wise decision, Colonel," Lin Tao said.
"Never mind that," Steiger said. "Where's Moreau?" "Regrettably, I have
just now learned that he has fallen into the hands of Nikolai Drakov." Lin Tao
said.
"How convenient. More likely they've been in this together from the start," Steiger said.
"It's a trap,” said Delaney.
"No!" said Wells. He turned to Forrester. "General, you must believe me—"
"Take it easy, Mr. Wells," said Forrester.
"If I had truly led you all into a trap," Lin Tao said, "then it would already have been sprung. Observe."
He clapped his hands once, sharply, and dark figures seemed to materialize out of the fog all around them. They moved noiselessly, carrying clubs and hatchets and various other weapons. They were all Chinese, wearing loose black pajamas and green headbands. There were at least fifty of them.
"Damn!" said Steiger, quickly unholstering his sidearm. Andre and Finn
already had theirs out.
“Wait!" said Wells.
"Steady, people." Forrester said. "There's too many of them. We could never get them all. Besides, they could have nailed us as we clocked in."
"Quite so,” Lin Tao said, nodding slightly.
"Why?" said Steiger. "What's your interest in this?"
"Phillipe Moreau is my friend." Lin Tao said, "and Nikolai Drakov poses a danger to us all. And now there is a still more personal reason. Drakov has abducted my granddaughter, Ming Li. I am anxious for her safety. And I am concerned that we are wasting time." He spoke quickly in Chinese and the men who had appeared in answer to his summons moved quickly past them through the warehouse doors.
"This is crazy," Steiger said. "These people aren't trained troops. And we've got no idea what we're going into."
"There's only one way we're going to find out." said Andre.
"Hell, don't look a gift horse in the mouth," Delaney said, clapping Steiger on the shoulder. "We wanted reinforcements, now we've got 'em."
It was almost pitch black inside the warehouse. They moved slowly, waiting for their eyes to become accustomed to the darkness. The men of the Green Dragon tong had fanned out once they entered and now they moved like wraiths among the stacks of dusty wooden crates. Suddenly someone screamed.
There were shouts and more screams and over them, the sounds of bestial growling. A werewolf had dropped down from a stack of crates on one of the Chinese men and the victim had time for just one scream before his throat was torn out by the beast. Several of Lin Tao's men brought the creature down, only to be thrown violently aside as if they didn't weigh a thing. Three more men leaped upon the werewolf, brandishing their tong hatchets, and the creature howled as the sharp blades sank home, but even though mortally wounded, it continued fighting, killing all three of them before others jumped in to take their place.
Another creature had been spotted crouching atop a stack of crates and as it leaped, a dozen lethal throwing stars went spinning through the air, striking it in the chest, face, and head. With a doglike squeal of pain, it fell to the floor of the warehouse and died, but there were still others.
Hatchets rose and fell as the men of the Green Dragon fought with Drakov's creatures and human screams mixed with animal roars as both men and hominoids died. Delaney brought one down with his disruptor and the werewolf fell howling through the air, wreathed in a blue glow. It disintegrated before it hit the floor.
Andre stayed close to Wells, protecting him, firing at the creatures as they rushed at them out of the darkness. One landed on Forrester's back, but Forrester dislodged the creature and threw it into a stack of crates, then shot it as it came charging back at him. Lin Tao avoided a rush by one with a movement that was almost imperceptible. He seemed to lean to one side slightly at the very last moment and then his hands shot out in a blur of motion and the beast flew past him, its own momentum added to the force of Lin Tao's throw, so that it landed in just the right manner to break its neck,
It was over quickly. There had been about a dozen of the creatures, but their assault had been so furious that nineteen of Lin Tao's men had died. They stood over the corpse of one of the creatures, watching in mute fascination as, in death, itslowly reverted to its human form. Moments later, instead of a fearsome man-
beast, they were looking down at the crumpled, bleeding body of a teenage boy, not
yet even old enough to shave.
"What manner of man could do such an awful thing?" said Wells hoarsely.
Forester looked away.
"This warehouse can't be Drakov's base of operations," said Delaney, "but those creatures were here protecting something."
There was a cry from the other end of the warehouse, someone shouting in Chinese. They rushed in the direction of the shout and found several of Lin Tao's men gathered around a large, glowing circle on the warehouse floor. The men of the tong drew back from it fearfully, pointing at it and talking excitedly among themselves in Chinese. The man who had first discovered it had stepped within the peculiar-looking borders of the ring: it had started to glow brightly and he had disappeared. Now, as they watched, its glow slowly faded once again.
"And that's what they were guarding," said Delaney, staring at the border circuits laid out in a circle on the floor.
"What is it?" said Wells.
"A chronoplate," said Andre. "Sort of an earlier version of the warp disc, obsolete now, but nevertheless, quite functional."
"Set in the active mode," said Steiger. "No Wonder we were never able to find any trace of the creatures. They were clocking in, killing, and then escaping through time, using this place as a transition point. There's got to be another plate mated to it on the other side ... wherever in hell the other side is."
"And that is where Count Dracula has gone," Lin Tao said, "along with Mr. Conan Doyle and Mr. Stoker."
Forrester glanced at Lin Tao and spoke to the old man in rapid Chinese. Lin Tao raised his eyebrows, surprised to hear such fluency, then nodded once and bowed. He gave a quick, soft-spoken command and two of his men came up to stand on either side of Wells, taking him firmly by the arms.
"What?" said Wells, "Lin Tao, what is this?" Then realization dawned and he started to struggle, but it was useless. "No. wait!" he shouted. "Let me go!"
But it was already too late. He stood watching helplessly, unable to follow as
the others stepped into the glowing circle and disappeared from view.
"Show me exactly where it happened," Grayson said.
Inspector Tremayne walked forward several yards, then backed up four paces and stood looking at the ground uncertainly. "Right here, I think." he said. "I had just turned the corner there and the blighter coshed me from behind, neat as you please. My head is still ringing like a bloody bell."
"And you saw nothing?"
"Not a blessed thing until I woke up just now and ran into you just down the street. How on earth did you know where to find me?"
"I received an urgent message at my home, delivered by a Chinaman," said Grayson. "He ran off before I had the chance to question him. It was a note directing me to find you here and with it was a ribbon of green cloth, a head scarf such as those worn by the members of the Green Dragon tong. Would you believe it, he even brought a coach for me to use."
"Then the Green Dragon is behind these murders
!" said Tremayne.
"No," said Grayson. "Strange as it may seem, it would appear that they are trying to aid us."
