Vampire Breed (5 page)

This was the book I remembered Doctor Hunt reading to me. But had he? Perhaps I had noticed the book when Nik had brought them into my cell and it had somehow worked its way into my dream. But if Hunt had really read this book to me – why had Nik brought it to me? Had it been by chance or a deliberate act?

I thumbed through the pages and looked at the wonderful illustrations inside. Running my fingers delicately over the pages, it pained me to carry out what I had planned.

Closing my eyes so I couldn’t see those illustrations and the neat rows of printed words, I slowly began to rip out several of the pages. I then tore these into thin strips.

Opening my eyes, I looked down at these torn pieces of paper and cringed. I felt awful for destroying the book, partly because I knew books were precious – but more importantly, I got a feeling deep inside that this book had some significant meaning but I didn’t have time to figure out what – it was just a strange feeling that I had.

The toad had escaped from his cell. He’d gained the sympathy of the jailer’s daughter and she had disguised him as a washerwoman and helped him escape. But there was no jailer’s daughter and definitely no disguises to be had.

So slowly, I gathered up the strips of paper and placed them into the bowl of water.

“Sorry Mister Toad,” I whispered.

Once the paper was sodden, I squeezed the strips into several small, mushy pulps and climbed back onto the chair. With my thumb and fingers, I worked and moulded the wet paper into the cracks and holes that I had made during the night. I smoothed the paper over with the palm of my hand and blended it into the ceiling. When I was happy that I had filled in all the gaps, I climbed down off the chair and looked back up at the ceiling. The colour of the paper didn’t match perfectly with the colour of the ceiling, but it was close enough. I guessed it would fool the passing glance but perhaps not a careful examination.

As I stood and admired my cunning, I heard the rattling of keys in the lock of my cell door. I quickly looked about myself, just to make sure that I had covered all of my tracks. It was then that I noticed the mounds of chippings and tiny pieces of plaster, which had fallen from the ceiling and now covered the floor of my cell.

Chapter Ten

If these tiny pieces of plaster happened to be seen, it wouldn’t take too long to work out where they had come from and what I had been up to.

The keys jangled in the lock and with my heart pounding in my chest, I looked down at the chair.

I love you Nik!
I thought to myself as I turned the chair upside down, and I doubted he knew he had unwittingly provided me with the tools that I needed to make my escape. Scooping the plaster chippings together with my hands, I piled them all together. I gathered them into my fist, and then poured them into the hollow leg of the upturned chair. A few tiny pieces dribbled through my fingers and back onto the floor, but these were so tiny, I doubted they would have been noticed. I poured the last of the chippings into the chair leg, snatched up the silver cap and rammed it back into place.

Just as my cell door swung open, I righted the chair, scooped up
‘The Wind in the Willows’
and pretended I’d been reading all along.

Phillips came striding into my cell, and I continued to read my book as if I hadn’t noticed him. Slowly, he circled me, and although I was pretending he wasn’t there, I knew he was looking at me.

“Who gave you the chair and the book?’” he barked.

“A wolf,” I said without looking up.

Without warning, he snatched the book out of my hands and tossed it across the room.

“Which wolf?” he roared so loudly, I nearly fell off my chair.

Guessing that Nik shouldn’t have given me these items and not wanting to get him into trouble, I replied, “They didn’t tell me their name.”

“What did they look like?”

I met his gaze and said dryly, “Mmm…let me think about that…I guess they looked like a
wolf!
”

“Don’t get smart with me, Hudson, or it will be the last thing that you ever do!” he grunted as he moved closer towards me.

“Well how am I supposed to know? As far as I’m concerned, wolves all look alike,” I tried to explain.

“Well you’re not keeping them,” Phillips growled.

No! He can’t take them away! What about my escape? I need them!

“Please don’t take them,” I said. “I hate sitting on the floor all the time – it’s so uncomfortable.”

“Tough luck,” Phillips snapped and pushed me off the chair with one shove of his claw-like hands.

I hit the floor hard and although my leg flared with pain, I noticed it was nowhere near as bad as it had been. But nevertheless, I gripped hold of it and screamed.

“Can’t you see I’m in pain?” I cried.

Phillips just stood over me and puckered his large fleshy lips.

“If I had somewhere comfortable to sit my leg might heal quicker,” I groaned.

Hearing this, he stared into my eyes and I saw a flash of something in them. It was as if I had said something that touched a nerve within him.

“The floor is hard and cold. How is my leg ever gonna heal if I’m lying on the ground all the time?” I told him.

I could sense that Phillips was thinking about this for a minute and then he said reluctantly, “Okay, you can keep it for the next few days, in the hope that it may aid your recovery. But if it doesn’t, I’m taking the chair back. Besides, if your leg hasn’t healed by then, you won’t be needing it again.”

On hearing this, I rolled over onto my side and rubbed my leg, “Thank you,” I said. “I’m sure it will help.”

Phillips just snorted in response and went back to the open door.

As he reached it, I called out to him and said, “What did you really come to my cell for?”

On hearing this, he stopped in the doorway and grinned at me.

“I came to tell you that you stink and it’s time for a wash!” He then disappeared into the corridor and as he went, I heard him say to someone or
something
, “She’s all yours!”

I looked at the open doorway as two Vampyrus appeared. It was only when I was hit in the chest with a powerful jet of water that I noticed the hosepipes in their hands.

The Vampyrus laughed between themselves as they hosed me down. The force of the water was so strong that it pushed me across the cell floor and into the wall. The water was freezing cold and tasted salty, like sea water.

Once they had their fun and games, they turned off the water and left me alone, wet and cold on my cell floor. I rubbed my hands up and down the length of my arms to dry myself. My hospital gown was soaked through and clung uncomfortably to me. Moving to the centre of the cell where the sun shone through the hole, I lay on my back and warmed myself in the pool of light. I looked up at the hole and smiled to myself.

So far so good! I’ll be out of here by the end of the week!

I knew that I would have to spend the next few nights chipping away, so I would have to sleep during the day to keep up my strength and give my leg a chance to heal. Phillips could open the zoo gates and give me an hour’s head start, but if my leg was still infected, then any escape would be pointless as I wouldn’t get very far.

The sunlight felt warm and soothing against my skin and as I drifted off to sleep I imagined that I was in a nice soft bed curled up under…

…
the blanket. It felt safe under the blanket.

I could hear the sound of sobbing.

“Bring me blood!” someone cried from down the corridor outside my room.

There was the sound of keys rattling in a lock.

“Have you brought me some blood?” the voice gasped.

Even from my hiding place beneath my blanket, I could hear the desperation in the voice – it sounded as if they were going out of their mind with cravings. I pulled my blanket tighter over my head.

Then there came a scuffling sound in the corridor outside. I peeked over the top of my covers and could see shadows darting back and forth under the gap beneath my door.

“She’s gone,” I heard a voice say and I knew it was one of those doctors talking, their voices sounding muffled as it seeped from beneath their surgical mask.

Climbing from under my blankets, I swung my legs over the side of my bed and stood. Immediately, I grabbed hold of the mattress as my head swooned with a dream-like weightlessness. Composing myself, I inched my way towards the little window in my door.

I peered over the lip of the frame and watched as two of those doctors wheeled a stretcher from a room down the corridor and headed towards me. As they came nearer, I could see Kayla lying on her back, her head propped up against some pillows. Her lips were swollen and purple. But as they pushed her closer, I could see to my horror that her lips weren’t swollen and purple, they were covered in blood.

They paused outside my door and I ducked down.

“
Kayla, what have they done to you?” I whispered.

Then they were moving again and I stood up and looked back through the window just in time to see Kayla suddenly reach up with one bony hand. It looked hot and clammy and her fingers were twisted like claws. She waved her hand in the air as if acknowledging me. But that was impossible, right? How did she know that I was there? It was as if she had heard me whisper her name. And then the stretcher was gone and so was Kayla, as the doctors carried her away down the corridor and out of sight.

I crossed the room back towards my bed. Pulling the blankets back over my head, I closed my eyes again. I wanted to go to sleep and wished that I would never…

“...wake-up!” the voice said in my ear.

I peered through my half-closed eyes and stared into the face of Nik. The wolf was standing over me. The cell was in semi darkness, as the daylight outside began to fade.

“What do you want?” I groaned, my stomach aching and my skin feeling hot as my body started to crave the red stuff again.

“To say thank you,” he said softly.

“What for?”

“For not telling.”

I pulled myself up onto my elbows and winced. My bladder was full and I desperately needed to take a pee.

“What you talking about?” I mumbled.

“For not telling Phillips it was me who brought you the chair and book.”

“Oh, that,” I said, as I got to my feet. I gingerly placed my right foot onto the floor and waited for the explosion of pain, but it didn’t come. It still hurt and throbbed, but not as bad as before. My back continued to throb where I had been operated on, but it was bearable.

“Phillips was asking all sorts of awkward questions. He wanted to know which one of us it was,” Nik said.

“What happened?” I asked, as I placed the flat of my hand against my bladder.

“He said that if he ever found out who had been kind to the half-breed, he would rip their throat out,” Nik told me. ”I’m going to have to be careful until Phillips has got everything sorted out.”

“Got what sorted out?” I asked him.

“I don’t know.” he told me.

“How did I know you were gonna say that?” I said dryly, looking over my shoulder at the hole in the ground. The urge to pee was gnawing away inside of me now and I didn’t know how much longer I could last.

“Are you okay?” Nik asked, looking at me with his yellow eyes.

“Yeah, I just need to pee.” I told him.

“Well go then,” he said. “What’s the problem?”

“You are,” I winced, as I tried to hold back.

“How come?”

“I’m not going in front of you,” I assured him.

“Why not?”

“What do you mean,
why not
? It’s private – that’s why!”

“How strange,” he woofed, and it sounded as he were laughing at me.

“Strange to wolves perhaps, but not to me. I don’t like to be looked at while I’m going, if you know what I mean.”

Nik turned away from me with a swish of his tail. “Happy now?” he asked.

“Not perfect, but better,” I said hobbling over to the hole in the ground. “Promise you won’t look?”

“I promise,” he replied wearily.

Hitching up my gown, I peered over my shoulder just to make sure I wasn’t being watched. Once I had finished, I turned round and made my way back to the middle of the cell.

“You can look now,” I told him and although he hadn’t watched me as promised, I still felt stripped away as if I had lost most of my dignity and I knew in my heart that I was living like an animal.

Turning around, Nik said, “I don’t know what all the fuss was about.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” I moaned, sitting on the chair.

“You’d be surprised how much I understand the situation you’re in,” Nik said, laying on the floor and resting his snout against his paws.

“What do you mean?” I asked him, his giant flanks easing in and out as he lay at my feet.

“I told you I’d been captured, right?” he said, glancing up at me. “It’s like I’ve been caught in a photograph – trapped in that pose forever – unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless I make amends…for my past,” he barked. “Until I do that I’m trapped in the guise of a wolf just like you’re trapped inside these four walls.”

“So if you make amends for whatever it is that you’ve done, the curse is lifted,” I said. “But where does that leave me? What do I have to do to get out of here?”

Nik lay still on the floor and I watched how his long grey fur shimmered in the cool breeze from above us. Then looking down at his paws, he said, “You can’t get out of here, Kiera; like me, you’re trapped.”

Glancing quickly up at the ceiling, I whispered, “What makes you so sure that I can’t get out of here?”