Vampire Breed (21 page)

“But this just looks like a regular house,” Kayla frowned. “Why so many guns?”

“Maybe whoever lived here, thought that one day they might need them,” Isidor said.

“Against what?” Kayla pushed.

“Us, probably,” Potter half-smiled.

Isidor came forward and stuck out his hand to touch one.

“Don’t touch,” Potter snapped.

Isidor immediately withdrew his hand and stuck it in his trouser pocket.

“They’re not toys,” Potter said looking at the racks of guns.

“Lighten up, Potter,” Seth said picking up one of the weapons. “These things are heavy.”

“They could also be lethal in the wrong hands,” Potter said, swiping the gun from Seth and placing it back on the shelf.

“Look, Potter, if you’re heading back to the zoo with Eloisa to rescue the boy, Luke, you’re gonna need something to protect yourselves with,” Seth spat.

“I’m a Vampyrus and she’s a werewolf for Christ’s sake – what more do we need to protect ourselves with? Besides, we didn’t come here to arm ourselves – we came for the code.”

“Does anyone even know what this code looks like?” Kayla asked.

“No is the simple answer…” I started.

“If no one knows what this code looks like, then this whole detour is just one big waste of time,” Eloisa said. “I mean, we don’t even know where to -” but before she’d had a chance to finish, the basement was filled with the sound of pounding.

I turned around to see Potter consumed by a cloud of dust as he forced one of his arms into the brick wall.

“What are you doing?” I asked, crossing the basement.

“There’s a chamber beyond this wall,” he said.

“How do you know that?”

Looking over his shoulder at me, he said, “You’re not the only one around here that can figure things out. See those old bags of half-used cement and that pile of bricks?”

I glanced into the corner of the basement and smiled.

“This wall has been built recently,” he said with some pride. “See, I’m one step ahead of you, sweet-cheeks!”

The dust began to settle and I could see that Potter’s arm was bleeding. At the sight of his blood, my stomach lurched, and I felt my throat turn dust-dry. I swallowed hard and looked away. It was then that I noticed Isidor sniffing the air as he absorbed the fragrance of the red stuff that seeped from the cuts along Potter’s forearm. He caught me looking at him and covered his nose with his hand. But it was Kayla who concerned me the most. Like me and Isidor, she had seen Potter’s blood, and she now stood mesmerised as she watched it drip onto the floor. I watched as she parted her lips and wetted them with the tip of her tongue, and I doubted she even knew that she was doing it.

Potter’s arm disappeared through the wall up to his shoulder and at last the blood was hidden. Almost at once, Kayla’s eyes flickered and she glanced around the room as if waking from a dream.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Sure,” she smiled back.

But I knew she wasn’t okay, just like Isidor wasn’t okay. I knew how the sudden sight of Potter’s blood had made me feel inside. The silky redness of it and the way it had glided down over his wrist, dripping in thick streams onto the dusty floor had made my stomach somersault as if I hadn’t eaten for a week. The cravings were nowhere near as bad as before, but it was a reminder that I still craved the red stuff.

Potter turned his head to one side and I met his black gaze. He wasn’t looking at me; he seemed to be concentrating on something that had grabbed his attention on the other side of the wall. I could hear the sound of his claws tearing and scratching and it sounded like long fingernails being dragged across ice. Then without warning, Potter jumped back from the wall, bringing most of it down before him. Bricks clattered to the ground all around us, sending up billows of dust. I covered my nose and mouth as some of it got into the back of my throat and stung my eyes. As the dust and debris settled, I saw Potter’s uncovered arm again. He saw me looking at the streaks of red that ran from his wrist to his elbow, and covered them with the sleeve of his coat. He then kicked the rubble away that lay at his feet and peered into the hole that he had made in the wall.

“There’s something in here,” he said, shoulder barging the remainder of the bricks away and disappearing into the space that he had discovered.

I looked at Kayla and she raised her eyebrows and shrugged. Within moments, Potter stepped back into the basement holding three glass tubes of thick, pink-red liquid.

“You three look as if you could do with some of this,” he said, handing out the tubes of Lot 13.

Kayla snatched it from his hands, and removing the stopper with her teeth, she spat it away, tilted her head back and poured the Lot 13 into her mouth. It dribbled like glue from her lips, and she wiped it away with her fingers, which she then licked clean.

I wasn’t sure if taking Lot 13 was the answer to our cravings. By taking it, weren’t we in some small way feeding the habit? Wouldn’t it be better to just get the stuff completely out of our system – to be rid of it forever? I looked across at Isidor and he was slowly removing the stopper. Like me, I could tell that he felt unsure about drinking it.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Potter said looking at me. “But Kiera, those cravings won’t ever go away. You’re going to have to live with them for the rest of your life – we all are.”

“But what about when Lot 13 runs out?” I asked, looking down at the tube of pink slime. “What happens then?”

“You go beneath ground, to The Hollows, until the feelings subside,” he said. “But seeing as we’re not in The Hollows – down the hatch it goes!” Then, flicking the stopper away with his thumb, he raised the test tube to his mouth and poured its contents down his throat. He shook his head as if just swallowing a large glass of whiskey and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “What you waiting for?”

Isidor looked at me and shrugged, then raising the test tube to his mouth he started to drink. I watched his Adams apple bob up and down in his throat as he swallowed Lot 13.

Handing the glass tube back to Potter, I shook my head and said, “No, I’m not going to be a slave to anyone or anything. I’ll find another way of dealing with my cravings.”

“Kiera, you don’t understand -” Potter started.

“I said
no
! What’s the matter with you – are you deaf?” Pushing him out of my way, I climbed through the hole in the wall and stepped into the chamber beyond it.

Chapter Thirty-Three

There was a room hidden behind the wall. It looked like a poky laboratory of some kind and reminded me of the science labs at college. The room was lit from above by a series of florescent lights that flickered on and off like lightning. One moment the laboratory was brightly lit, the next it was thrown into darkness. Either way, I could clearly see what lay hidden behind the wall.

There were two metal work benches running horizontally down the middle of the room. Each was covered in an array of test tubes, Bunsen burners, microscopes, glass beakers, and a whole assortment of other equipment. Along the walls, were shelves crammed full of books, microwaves, plastic boxes, and rows of tubes containing Lot 13.

The others followed me into the secret laboratory and Seth made a whistling sound as he looked around the room.

“Someone has been keeping themselves busy,” he said.

“What is all this stuff anyway?” Eloisa asked, but no one answered her.

I watched Potter cross the laboratory, and start taking down handfuls of the test tubes that contained Lot 13. “Give me your rucksack,” he said to Isidor without looking at him.

Isidor handed it over, and Potter filled the bag with as many of the tubes as he could. Handing it back to Isidor, it made a clinking sound as the bottles jiggled about inside. Kayla went to the work benches and started to thumb through notebooks and sheets of paper that had been scattered across them. Holding up a sheet of paper that was covered in undecipherable scribbling, Kayla said, “Hey, Kiera, could this be what you’re looking for? Could it be the code?”

“How would she know?” Seth sneered. “She’s already admitted that she hasn’t a clue what this code looks like.”

“It could be staring her straight in the face and she wouldn’t see it,” Eloisa added.

Without looking at either of them, I whispered, “I do see it!” Looking over Kayla’s shoulder there was a small alcove set into the wall. Beneath it there was a comfortable-looking armchair, a small electric heater, a coffee table, and an old fashioned lampstand. This setting looked at complete odds to the rest of the laboratory. It was like somebody had a made comfortable little rest area, where they could take a break from their scientific experiments and relax with a good…book! And it was that which I could see resting on the arm of the flea-bitten armchair.

With my heart racing in my chest, I hurried around the work benches and made my way into the snug little alcove. I snatched up the book, and before I’d even turned it over in my hands I knew what it would be. I looked down at the cover and read the title on the front.

The Wind in the Willows

Frantically, I thumbed through the pages, and it was identical to the one that I had in the zoo. But that was the problem, there didn’t appear to be any numbers or odd-looking shapes and symbols on any of the pages of this book, either.

“What’s wrong?” Kayla asked, coming to stand beside me.

“This is the story, the book your father read to me as I slipped in and out of consciousness,” I told her, as I skipped through the pages hoping that something, some sign would jump out at me. “I thought the code was hidden within its pages –but just like the copy I had in the zoo, I can’t see -”

Then I saw it, a message written on the inside of the dust jacket. Taking the book in my hands, I sat in the armchair and read the message.

Hello Kiera,

If you are reading this, then my good friend, Doctor Hunt was right in his theory that you would escape your cage and find this book. I should have been here to greet you – that was our plan – but my time is short, I know that. It is only a matter of time – days or hours – before I am found.

So I’ll try and explain everything here and I hope in some way this will help you on your journey that lies ahead. I knew after meeting you at the manor that you were special, but I could also tell that you had no idea how special you are. Did this surprise me? No. Neither did it surprise Doctor (Lord) Hunt as we both knew that there is still so much that you do not know – so much that has not yet been explained to you.

Some of the Vampyrus history was explained to you in The Ragged Cove by our friend, Luke Bishop, but I don’t believe at the time that even he understood your significance. To be honest, I don’t think any of us did. I know that Luke cares for you deeply, and I believe that, in part, this was why he held back some of the truth from you. He told me that you might have been frightened and he didn’t want to lose you.

Luke was right in what he told you – the Vampyrus have lived beneath ground for thousands of years – too many to remember. But we were not here first- nor were the humans for that matter – we evolved together. But as we grew and spread across the Earth, the Vampyrus and the humans fought over the planet for thousands of years, until eventually a truce was made. It is written in legend that the gods were so displeased with how our two races had almost destroyed the planet that they had given to us, they decided to separate the Vampyrus and humans. They banished the Vampyrus underground and the humans above ground.

You may think that the Vampyrus got a bad deal – but believe me, Kiera, when I tell you that The Hollows are majestic and stooped in mystery, a beautiful world just as glorious as above-ground – if not better!

The truce lasted many thousands of years and it was as if the humans and the Vampyrus forgot about each other – in fact they did. It was as if to each other, neither existed. But as time passed from one generation to another, a Vampyrus was born who was named Elias Munn. Some say that he wasn’t born at all as he cannot be traced to any other members of the Vampyrus race. Legend says that, as a boy, he got lost in the many caverns and tunnels in The Hollows. For weeks he wandered, hungry and cold until by chance he happened upon a tunnel that led above ground. To his amazement, he discovered a whole new world above the one he had lived his short life. He kept this discovery a secret and over the following years he would sneak above ground and discovered that, free of The Hollows, he looked like the creatures that lived above him. Gone were his wings, his black bristling fur, claws and fangs. So enchanted by this new world he had discovered, he made a life for himself and eventually fell in love with a human female. They loved one another deeply, until one fateful day he made a mistake. He revealed his true identity to her. She was overcome with revulsion and fear at the sight of him, she ultimately rejected him. Driven mad with hurt and despair, Elias Munn plunged his fist into her chest and tore her heart out, screaming that if he couldn’t have her heart then no other man could. Even though she lay dead at his feet, Elias ate her heart to make sure that no other would ever have her heart again.

From that moment on, the gods cursed him for taking a human life and breaking the truce. But it wasn’t only Elias they punished; they cursed the entire Vampyrus race. Because he had eaten human flesh – we were all cursed with the thirst for it. It was the gods’ final attempt of stopping us from venturing above ground. Within The Hollows the cravings fade. But those of us with good hearts can resist human flesh for a time above ground, before needing to return to The Hollows. Those with hate and fear in their hearts can go only hours, at the most, days, before they need to return to The Hollows. But the gods’ plan failed as Elias, bitter and twisted with hate for the humans because of his lover’s rejection, encouraged other like-minded Vampyrus to go above ground and feed, which brought about the creation of vampires.