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CHAPTER TWO

I FROZE at the touch of the blade and the threatening voice, but Mr Crepsley didn’t even blink. He gently pushed the knife away from his throat, then tossed the silver cross to me.

“Gavner, Gavner, Gavner,” Mr Crepsley sighed. “I always could hear you coming from half a mile away.”

“Not true!” the voice said peevishly, as the blade drew back from my throat. “You couldn’t have heard.”

“Why not?” Mr Crepsley said. “Nobody in the world breathes as heavily as you. I could pick you out blindfolded in a crowd of thousands.”

“One night, Larten,” the stranger muttered. “One night I’ll catch you out. We’ll see how smart you are then.”

“Upon that night I shall retire disgracefully,” Mr Crepsley chuckled.

Mr Crepsley cocked an eyebrow at me, amused to see I was still stiff and half-afraid, even though I’d figured out our lives weren’t in danger.

“Shame on you, Gavner Purl,” Mr Crepsley said. “You have frightened the boy.”

“Seems all I’m good for,” the stranger grunted. “Scaring children and little old ladies.”

Turning slowly, I came face to face with the man called Gavner Purl. He wasn’t very tall but he was wide, built like a wrestler. His face was a mass of scars and dark patches, and the rims around his eyes were extremely black. His brown hair was cut short and he was dressed in an ordinary pair of jeans and a baggy white jumper. He had a broad smile and glittering yellow teeth.

It was only when I glanced down at his fingertips and spotted ten scars that I realized he was a vampire. That’s how most vampires are created: vampire blood is pumped into them through the soft flesh at the ends of their fingers.

“Darren, this is Gavner Purl,” Mr Crepsley introduced us. “An old, trusted, rather clumsy friend. Gavner, this is Darren Shan.”

“Pleased to meet you,” the vampire said, shaking my hand. “You didn’t hear me coming, did you?”

“No,” I answered honestly.

“There!” he boomed proudly. “See?”

“Congratulations,” Mr Crepsley said dryly. “If you are ever called upon to sneak into a nursery, you should have no problems.”

Gavner grimaced. “I see time hasn’t sweetened you,” he noted. “As cutting as ever. How long has it been? Fourteen years? Fifteen?”

“Seventeen next February,” Mr Crepsley answered promptly.

“Seventeen!” Gavner whistled. “Longer than I thought. Seventeen years and as sour as ever.” He nudged me in the ribs. “Does he still complain like a grumpy old woman when he wakes up?” he asked.

“Yes,” I giggled.

“I could never get a positive word out of him until midnight. I had to share a coffin with him once for four whole months.” He shivered at the memory. “Longest four months of my life.”

“You shared a coffin?” I asked incredulously.

“Had to,” he said. “We were being hunted. We had to stick together. I wouldn’t do it again though. I’d rather face the sun and burn.”

“You were not the only one with cause for complaint,” Mr Crepsley grunted. “Your snoring nearly drove me to face the sun myself.” His lips were twitching and I could tell he was having a hard time not smiling.

“Why were you being hunted?” I asked curiously.

“Never mind,” Mr Crepsley snapped before Gavner could answer, then glared at his ex-partner.

Gavner pulled a face. “It was nearly sixty years ago, Larten,” he said. “I didn’t realize it was classified information.”

“The boy is not interested in the past,” Mr Crepsley said firmly. (I most certainly was!) “You are on my soil, Gavner Purl. I would ask you to respect my wishes.”

“Stuffy old bat,” Gavner grumbled, but gave in with a nod of his head. “So, Darren,” he said, “what do you do at the Cirque Du Freak?”

“Odd jobs,” I told him. “I fetch food for the Little People and help the performers get ready for—”

“The Little People still travel with the Cirque?” Gavner interrupted.

“More of them than ever,” Mr Crepsley answered. “There are twenty with us at the moment.”

The vampires shared a knowing glance but said no more about it. I could tell Gavner was troubled by the way his scars knit together into a fierce-looking frown.

“How goes it with the Generals?” Mr Crepsley enquired.

“Usual old routine,” Gavner said.

“Gavner is a Vampire General,” Mr Crepsley told me. That sparked my interest. I’d heard of the Vampire Generals, but nobody had told me exactly who or what they were.

“Excuse me,” I said, “but what’s a Vampire General? What do they do?”

“We keep an eye on rogues like this,” Gavner laughed, nudging Mr Crepsley. “We make sure they don’t get up to mischief.”

“The Vampire Generals monitor the behavior of the vampire clan,” Mr Crepsley added. “They make sure none of us kill innocents or use our powers for evil.”

“How do they do that?” I asked.

“If they discover a vampire who has turned bad,” Mr Crepsley said, “they kill him.”

“Oh.” I stared at Gavner Purl. He didn’t look like a killer, but then again, there were all those scars…

“It’s a boring job most of the time,” Gavner said. “I’m more like a village policeman than a soldier. I never did like the term ‘Vampire Generals’. Far too pompous.”

“It is not just evil vampires that Generals clamp down on,” Mr Crepsley said. “It is also their business to crack down on foolish or weak vampires.” He sighed. “I have been expecting this visit. Shall we retire to my tent, Gavner, to discuss the matter?”

“You’ve been expecting me?” Gavner looked startled.

“Word was bound to leak out sooner or later,” Mr Crepsley said. “I have made no attempt to hide the boy or suppress the truth. Note that please: I will use it during my trial, when I am called upon to defend myself.”

“Trial? Truth? The boy?” Gavner was bewildered. Glancing down at my hands, he spotted the vampire marks on my fingertips and his jaw dropped. “The boy’s a vampire?” he shrieked.

“Of course.” Mr Crepsley frowned. “But surely you knew.”

“I knew nothing of the sort!” Gavner protested. He looked into my eyes and concentrated hard. “The blood is weak in him,” he mused aloud. “He is only a half-vampire.”

“Naturally,” Mr Crepsley said. “It is not our custom to make full-vampires of our assistants.”

“Nor to make assistants of children!” Gavner Purl snapped, sounding more authoritative than he had before. “What were you thinking?” he asked Mr Crepsley. “A boy! When did this happen? Why haven’t you informed anybody?”

“It has been nearly a year and a half since I blooded Darren,” Mr Crepsley said. “Why I did it is a long story. As for why I have not yet told anyone, that is simpler to answer: you are the first of our kind we have encountered. I would have taken him to the next Council if I had not run into a General beforehand. Now that will not be necessary.”

“It bloody well will be!” Gavner snorted.

“Why?” Mr Crepsley asked. “You can judge my actions and pass verdict.”

“Me? Judge you?” Gavner laughed. “No thanks. I’ll leave you to the Council. The last thing I need is to get involved in something like this.”

“Excuse me,” I said again, “but what’s this all about? Why are you talking about being judged? And who or what are the Council?”

“I shall tell you later,” Mr Crepsley said, waving my questions aside. He studied Gavner curiously. “If you are not here about the boy, why have you come? I thought I made it clear when last we met that I wanted no more to do with the Generals.”

“You made it crystal clear,” Gavner agreed. “Maybe I’m just here to discuss old times.”

Mr Crepsley smiled cynically. “After seventeen years of leaving me to my own devices? I think not, Gavner.”

The Vampire General coughed discreetly. “There is trouble brewing. Nothing to do with the Generals,” he added quickly. “This is personal. I’ve come because I feel there’s something you should know.” He paused.

“Go on,” Mr Crepsley urged him.

Gavner looked at me and cleared his throat. “I have no objections to speaking in front of Darren,” he said, “but you seemed anxious to steer him clear of certain areas when we were discussing our past a while ago. What I have to tell you may not be for his ears.”

“Darren,” Mr Crepsley said immediately, “Gavner and I shall continue our discussion in my quarters, alone. Please find Mr Tall and tell him I shall be unable to perform tonight.”

I wasn’t happy – I wanted to hear what Gavner had to say: he was the first vampire I’d met apart from Mr Crepsley – but from his stern expression, I knew his mind was made up. I turned to leave.

“And Darren,” Mr Crepsley called me back. “I know you are curious by nature, but I warn you: do not attempt to eavesdrop. I shall take a dim view of it if you do.”

“What do you think I am?” I said. “You treat me like—”

“Darren!” he snapped. “No eavesdropping!”

I nodded glumly. “All right.”

“Cheer up,” Gavner Purl said as I walked away dejectedly. “I’ll tell you all about it, as soon as Larten’s back is turned.”

As Mr Crepsley spun round, with fire in his eyes, the Vampire General quickly raised his hands and laughed. “Only joking!”