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he Hibernian Cinema stood like an old man, stoop-shouldered and grey-faced, squeezed in on either side by taller, broader and healthier buildings. Its façade was a decaying remnant of a forgotten time, and most of the vowels were missing from its name. Fifty years ago, this cinema had thrived, its Dublin audiences flocking to it every weekend. Skulduggery himself had first visited the Hibernian to see High Society, and he’d had a crush on Grace Kelly ever since.

He parked the Bentley in the lane at the back, and Valkyrie followed him in. The carpeted surroundings absorbed their footfalls. They passed framed posters for obscure movies starring dead actors. No paying customer had been in this building for decades.

The cinema was quiet, as usual, and empty. They walked down the steps between the rows of seats. The screen had a heavy red curtain in front of it, musty with age. As they approached, the curtain parted and the screen lit up, showing an old black-and-white film. The film showed a brick wall and an open door. The soundtrack was of a city at night. Valkyrie followed Skulduggery up on to the small stage and they walked to the door, their shadows falling on to the image. Then they walked through the screen.

They took the stairs that lay on the other side and gradually the artificial light swept the gloom away. They reached the top floor, where all signs of the old cinema had been replaced by gleaming corridors and laboratories. The owner of the Hibernian had spent a lot of time renovating the building, developing it into the magic-science facility he’d always dreamed about. Because of the delicate nature of the work done in all the various sections – the medical bay, the brand-new Morgue, the Theoretical Magic (R&D) Department – there were no windows, and the temperature was carefully controlled. Although he had the run of the entire building, shared only with his two assistants, the owner still chose to work in the smallest, darkest laboratory, and that was where they found him.

Professor Kenspeckle Grouse looked around when Skulduggery said his name. “You again,” he said in a voice that was not overflowing with warmth and hospitality. “What do you want?” Kenspeckle was a small, elderly man with a mass of white hair and very little patience.

“We have something for you, Professor,” Skulduggery said, showing him the syringe that had fallen from Dusk’s pocket. “We were wondering if you’d have time to analyse it.”

“Oh, as if I’m not kept busy enough as it is,” Kenspeckle said gruffly. “Valkyrie, I haven’t seen you in weeks. Staying out of trouble?”

“Not really,” Valkyrie admitted.

“Nor did I expect you to,” he said with an exasperated sigh. For all his crotchety behaviour and ill manners, the elderly scientist seemed to have a soft spot for Valkyrie. “So what has he dragged you into this time?”

“I haven’t dragged her into anything,” Skulduggery said defensively.

Valkyrie smiled. “Fights, kidnap attempts, more fights. Business as usual, you know how it is.” Skulduggery’s phone rang and he stepped away to answer it.

Now that Skulduggery was out of earshot, Kenspeckle let his voice soften in tone. “How is the shoulder from last month?”

“Much better,” she answered. “I was barely left with a bruise.”

Kenspeckle nodded. “I used a new mixture. The ingredients are a little harder to find, but for my favourite patients I like to make sure the healing process is as painless as possible.”

“I’m on that list?” Valkyrie asked, her smile growing wider.

Kenspeckle snorted. “You are the list.” Valkyrie laughed.

“Your partner certainly isn’t,” Kenspeckle continued, returning his attention to Skulduggery as his phone call ended. “Let me see that syringe.” Skulduggery handed it over.

“Where did you get it?”

“It fell out of a vampire’s pocket.”

Kenspeckle held the syringe up to the light, examining the liquid within. “Fascinating creatures, vampires. Two completely separate layers of epidermis, the upper layer of which regenerates when the sun comes up. Human by day, gifted with slightly enhanced speed and strength, but essentially mortal. But at night …”

Valkyrie nodded. “I know what they’re like at night.”

“Hmm? Oh, that’s right. You have firsthand knowledge, don’t you? How did you get that I wonder? Oh, yes.” He glared at Skulduggery. “Someone with absolutely no sense of responsibility dragged you in front of a vampire and almost got you killed.”

Skulduggery tilted his head. “Are you talking about me?” he asked innocently.

Kenspeckle scowled and went back to examining the syringe. “I’ve seen this before,” he said, “but only once. It’s a rare concoction of hemlock and wolfsbane. It would be used by a vampire to suppress his bestial nature at night.”

“Makes sense,” Skulduggery murmured. “Dusk is of no use to Vengeous if he loses control every time the sun goes down.”

Kenspeckle loosened his tie and undid his top shirt button. “I had a run-in with a vampire in my youth, and I barely escaped with my life. That’s why I carry this with me everywhere I go.” He showed them a glass vial that hung around his neck.

“Is that holy water?” Valkyrie asked, a little doubtfully.

“Holy water? No, no, no, Valkyrie. It’s sea water.”

“Right,” she said slowly.

“Holy water doesn’t work,” Kenspeckle explained, “and stakes through the heart won’t kill them. Decapitation is effective, but then decapitation is effective against most things. The one vampire legend that does have merit, however, is running water.”

Valkyrie frowned. “OK, and that seems to be the one legend I’ve never heard of.”

Skulduggery spoke up. “There’s an old myth that vampires can’t pass over running water, so they couldn’t cross a bridge that spans a river, for instance. Now, while crossing bridges doesn’t phase them in the slightest, the truth of the myth stems from salt water.”

“Vampires have an extreme allergic reaction to the stuff,” Kenspeckle said. “If ingested, it would swell a vampire’s throat, blocking its air passage. Which is why I carry some with me at all times.”

“But wouldn’t they have to swallow it?” Valkyrie asked.

“Well, yes …”

“And how would you get a vampire to swallow the water before it killed you?” Kenspeckle blinked and didn’t say anything.

“Never mind,” Valkyrie said quickly. “I’m sure, you know, you’d find a way. Like, you could throw the water into its mouth when it’s, uh, about to bite you.”

Kenspeckle’s shoulders slumped, and Valkyrie felt incredibly guilty that she had poked a hole in his plan. “Leave me,” he said a little mournfully.

“I’m sorry …” Valkyrie began, but he held up his hand.

“No need to apologise. I am a medical genius, a scientific genius, but obviously not a tactical genius. And to think, for the last 180 years I was unafraid of vampires because I had a vial of salt water tied around my neck. What an idiot.”

Kenspeckle shuffled off and Skulduggery patted Valkyrie on the shoulder. “Congratulations,” he said. “You’ve just reinstated a 300-year old neurosis. Our work here is done.”

Feeling absolutely terrible, Valkyrie followed him back the way they had come. They passed the two assistants in white labcoats, Stentor and Civet, wrestling in an empty room. Valkyrie had been here more times than she could count, and sights like this were not uncommon. The assistants waved, then got back to wrestling.

Valkyrie was the first one down the stairs, and she walked to the back of the screen and stepped through. She jumped from the stage, turned and waited for Skulduggery. She watched him pass through the image of the door, and a moment later the film flickered, the screen went blank and the gloom closed in. He left the stage and the curtains began to drift together behind him.

“Who was that on the phone?” she asked, trying to forget about what she had done to Kenspeckle.

“The Grand Mage,” Skulduggery said, “checking in on us once again. His eagerness to recover the Baron is making him quite … irritable.”

“He’s always irritable.”

“Obviously he’s decided to take it to new heights.”

“I wish Meritorious was still alive. He was a good Grand Mage. Guild is … He’s like a politician, like he’s got people to please.”

They left the cinema and walked into the bright sunshine, and Skulduggery didn’t say anything until they got to the Bentley.

“We’re supposed to meet Tanith at the library, so I’m going to drop you off there and meet up with you later, is that OK with you?”

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere special. I just have some … things to do.”

“Why did you pause?”

“I’m sorry?”

“You paused. You have some … things to do. Why did you pause?”

“No reason, I just—”

“You’re up to something.”

“No—”

“Then why’d you pause?”

“Get in the car.” She got in. He got in.

“Seatbelt,” he said.

“Why’d you pause?”

His head drooped. “Because I’m up to something.”

“And why can’t I come with you?”

“Because it’s something sneaky.”

“Do you promise to tell me later?”

“I do.”

“Well, all right then.” She clicked her seatbelt into place. “Let’s go.”

Valkyrie went into the tenement building and climbed the stairs, passing a man who didn’t have a shadow. She got to the third floor just as China Sorrows crossed from the library to her apartment.

“Valkyrie,” China said. “How nice to see you again so soon.” The skirt she wore was a light green, and the jacket was of a green deeper than a thousand crushed emeralds. Her necklace was exquisite.

“That’s beautiful,” Valkyrie said, looking at it.

“Isn’t it? This necklace has cost two very fine men their lives. At times, I wear it in tribute to their sacrifice. Other times, I wear it because it goes with this skirt. Would you like to come in?”

“Sure,” Valkyrie said and followed China inside. She closed the door after her. She would never have admitted this, but Valkyrie adored China’s apartment. The carpet was lush and intricate, the décor was elegant and restrained, and it looked out over Dublin in such a way that the city seemed prettier and more romantic than it had ever been.

“Any new developments?” China asked, picking up a stack of letters and rifling through them.

“Not especially. I was attacked earlier though.”

“Oh?”

“By a vampire and his minions.”

“Can’t stand those things,” China said. “Once they bite, the infected person has two nights of mindless slavery to endure, and if they’re not treated, they become full vampires. Such a horrible condition. Did you happen to catch his name?”

“Dusk.”

“Yes, I know Dusk. He has a habit of holding grudges. I had an associate who crossed him. It took years, but Dusk finally managed to track him down and the death he provided was not a quick one. There was a lot of blood and screaming and …”

She caught herself, and smiled. “I apologise. I must confess to being in a very bad mood of late. Because of this Grotesquery business, everything I’ve worked so hard for – my library, my collections, my influence – all of it could be wiped out in the blink of an indifferent eye.”

“Along with the rest of the world,” Valkyrie reminded her.

“Yes. That would be unfortunate also.” China put the letters down. “Have you seen him yet? The Baron?”

“No. Not yet.”

China sat on the luxurious yet tasteful sofa. “An unusual man. He likes to think of himself as straightforward. He is anything but. He shares the same elitist attitude as Nefarian Serpine, but where Serpine was independent and self-serving, the Baron carried out his duties with a selflessness, and a blind and unwavering faith. What Serpine began, Vengeous seeks to finish. To him, the return of the Faceless Ones is the only thing that has ever truly mattered.”

“Sounds like you know him well.”

“Oh, I do. Didn’t Skulduggery tell you? I too used to worship the Faceless Ones.”

Valkyrie felt her face drain. “What?”

China smiled. “Obviously he didn’t tell you. Bliss and I were raised in a family that worshipped the dark gods. My brother rejected our family’s teachings at an early age, but it took me some time to do the same. While I worshipped, however, I joined a small group of like-minded individuals, of which the Baron was one. Remember when I told you that there is nothing more dangerous than a zealot? We were dangerous even by a zealot’s standards.”

“I … I didn’t know that.”

China shrugged. “I was young and foolish and arrogant. I’ve changed. I’m not foolish any more.” She laughed. Valkyrie forced a smile.

“And now,” China continued, “you’re wondering, once again, if I can be trusted. After all, when Skulduggery first told you about me, what did he say?”

“He … he said not to trust you.”

“Because I am not worthy of it, Valkyrie. I will endanger those close to me for my own advantage. I am not a nice person, my dear. I am not … one of the good guys.”

“Then why does he still rely on you?”

“Because he himself has gone through change and he is no hypocrite. He will not condemn me for my past actions, so long as I don’t revert to the person I once was. The war with Mevolent changed everyone who fought in it. We each saw things in ourselves that we would rather not admit to.”

“What did Skulduggery see?”

“Rage. His family was murdered in front of him, and when he returned from death, his rage came with him. For most, anger that fierce can burn only for so long. Skulduggery, being Skulduggery, is the natural exception. His rage stayed.”

“So what happened?”

“He disappeared. If you want my opinion, I think he saw what he was capable of and he knew he had a choice – to let that rage consume him, or to fight it. So he left. He was gone for five years. When he came back, the anger was still there, but there was something else – a realisation I think. A new purpose. He was able to joke again, which was a welcome return, for he is one of the very few men able to make me laugh. Soon after, we received word that Lord Vile had fallen, and then Skulduggery himself brought down the Baron, and Mevolent’s plans began to unravel.”

“Where did he go? For the five years?”

“I don’t know. We all thought he was dead. Dead again, you know. But he came back just when we needed him. That’s one thing you can count on him for – the nick-of-time rescue. He’s quite good at it.”

There was a knock on the door. They both stood, and from out in the corridor they heard a muffled voice and then a loud thump.

China looked at Valkyrie. “Go into the bedroom,” she said quickly. “Do not argue with me. Go into the bedroom and close the door.” Valkyrie did as she was told, but left the door open a crack – just enough to see through. She saw China pick up the telephone, and then the door to the apartment burst open and the slender man in the bow tie came flying through. He landed in a heap and didn’t move.

A figure stepped in. He looked to be in his fifties, with grey hair and a tightly cropped beard. His clothes were dark and vaguely militaristic, and his boots were polished to a gleam. He had a cutlass in his belt.

“Hello China,” he said. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Baron Vengeous,” China said slowly and put the telephone down. “I dearly wish I could say the same. Why are you here?”

“You mean you don’t know?”

“If you wish to return an overdue book, the library is across the hall. I think you will find the fine to be stern, yet reasonable.”

“I’m here for you, China. Within a few hours I will have Lord Vile’s armour and the final missing ingredient will be within my grasp. It’s time to take off this mask you wear, to end this charade. You need to take your place.”

“My place is right here.”

“We both know that’s not true. You could no more turn your back on the Faceless Ones than I could. I have seen your devotion.”

“My devotion, as you call it, has waned.”

Vengeous shook his head. “You have sworn your allegiance to the dark gods. You cannot simply change your mind.”

“I’m afraid I can, and I have.”

Through the crack in the door, Valkyrie could see the anger seeping into the Baron’s face. “You are their servant,” he said, his voice low and threatening. “If you will not uphold the vow you made on your own then I will do it for you. You will be there when the Faceless Ones return, even if it is just so you can be the first traitor they kill.”

He reached for her, and China put her left hand flat on her belly and flicked her right, and every piece of furniture in the room flew at Vengeous.

Valkyrie stared, open-mouthed, as tables and chairs and bookcases crashed into Vengeous at a terrible speed. They clattered to the floor and he staggered and fell, blood running down his face. China tapped her belly twice and gestured with her right hand, sending everything – the furniture and Vengeous – skidding across the floor and slamming into the wall. Then another tap of her belly and another whip of her hand and the furniture moved away, clearing a space around the Baron.

“You do not threaten me in my own home,” China said and sent the furniture hurtling back to him.

But Vengeous was quick and he lunged forward, eyes flashing yellow. The table that was coming directly for him suddenly exploded into a hundred thousand splinters and he dived through them, escaping the rest of the furniture that impacted on the wall behind him. He sent his hand into her chest and she pitched backwards. She hit the wall and fell to one knee.

Valkyrie gripped the door, about to fling it open, but China looked up at Vengeous and her eyes narrowed.

“As my words draw closed, the circle binds, secures you to your fate.”

Vengeous reached for her, but hit something, an invisible wall. He tried to back off but he only got a couple of steps before he hit another barrier. He looked down, looked at the elaborate carpet and saw the circle hidden in the design.

“Clever girl …”

“You didn’t think I would install some security measures?” China said.

“Very, very clever.” His eyes flashed yellow.

“That’s not going to work, my dear Baron. Symbols are my power. Your powers can’t break that shield. You can’t hurt me. But I can hurt you.” Vengeous looked down at the carpet again, at the hidden intricacies, symbols woven into the very fabric around the circle, symbols that were now pulsing with blue energy. Blood started to run from his nose.

“China,” he said, struggling to keep his voice even, “you don’t want to do this.”

“Who are you allied with?” she asked. “Who ordered you set free? Who is behind all this?”

He barked out a desperate laugh that was cut short by the pain. “You’ve chosen the wrong … side here, woman. I wish I could … I wish I could let you live to regret it …”

Vengeous dropped to the floor. “I wish I had the time … to make you beg … to make you plead with me. I would have … I would have made you scream …”

“Fine,” China said, crossing to the phone. “I suppose I’ll have to call in the professionals.”

“China …” Vengeous gasped.

She turned. “Yes, dear Baron?”

“You didn’t … you didn’t really think it would be that easy, did you?”

Dusk walked through the door. A man followed. The stranger had blond hair and wore a brown suit, a white shirt and dark sunglasses. His cowboy boots were old and scuffed, and he was grinning. The carpet at his feet frayed and split, and he sank downwards, disappearing into the floor. China dived for the phone, but Dusk darted in and shoved her back.

Valkyrie stared as the stranger’s hand burst up through the floor at Vengeous’ feet, grabbed him and pulled him down. The floor sealed up behind him and the symbols pulsed one last time then returned to normal.

A moment later Vengeous and the stranger stepped through the wall beside China.

“Your hospitality used to be so much better,” Vengeous said. His eyes flashed and China stumbled. Dusk picked her up.

“Don’t let her touch anything,” Vengeous told him. “She has symbols everywhere. Some are invisible. Some are even etched on to her body. Don’t let her touch anything.” Dusk grabbed both her wrists and wrenched her arms behind her.

Vengeous took out a handkerchief, used it to wipe away the rest of the blood. “I expected more from you, China. When you left us, I thought you’d be back. No one could do the things you’d done and then walk away. I didn’t think it was possible.”

She looked up at him, grimacing against the pain that was locking her arms straight behind her. “I found other interests. You can too. Stamp collecting, maybe.” Dusk twisted her arms and she gasped. The man in the sunglasses laughed.

Vengeous put the handkerchief away. “I can still be merciful, even if my gods are not. The girl, China. Valkyrie Cain. Tell me where she is, and I will let you live.”

“Skulduggery doesn’t care about her,” China said through gritted teeth. “She’s a hobby, nothing more. You won’t be able to get at him through her.”

“My mercy is on a timetable. Tell me where I can find her or I shall torture you until you beg to tell me.”

“OK,” China said, “OK, I’ll tell you.” She nodded to the bedroom. “She’s in there.” Valkyrie went cold, but Vengeous just shook his head sadly.

“China, I don’t like this side of you, these jokes.”

“I’ve been spending too much time around Skulduggery. You remember his jokes, don’t you, Baron? What else do you remember? You remember him arresting you?”

“I remember almost killing him.”

“Almost wasn’t enough,” China said and actually managed a laugh. “He’s coming for you, you know. I hope I’m there when he gets you.” Dusk twisted and China cried out in pain.

“Tell me where the girl is,” Vengeous said, “or I will have your arms broken.”

“Here I am,” Valkyrie said, kicking the door open as the fire flared in her hands.