him down, or take responsibility for the future of the vampire clan. But if they don’t, you’re doomed, for in these three alone lies the ability to change that which is destined to be.”
He slowly looked around the Hall, meeting the eyes of every vampire present, searching for signs of weakness and fear. Not one of us looked away or wilted in the face of such a dire charge. “Very well,” he grunted. “One of the hunters is absent, so I’ll not name him. If the other two head for the cave of Lady Evanna, they’ll probably run into him along the way. If not, his chance to play an active part in the future will pass, and it will boil down to that lone pair.”
“And they are…?” Paris asked tensely.
Mr Tiny glanced over at me, and with a horrible sinking feeling in my gut, I guessed what was coming next. “The hunters must be Larten Crepsley and his assistant, Darren Shan,” Mr Tiny said simply, and as all eyes in the Hall turned to seek us out, I had the sense of invisible tumblers clicking into place, and knew my years of quiet security inside Vampire Mountain had come to an end.
THE POSSIBILITY of refusing the challenge never entered my thoughts. Six years of living among vampires had filled me with their values and beliefs. Any vampire would lay down his life for the good of the clan. Of course, this wasn’t as simple as giving one’s life – I had a mission to fulfil, and if I failed, all would suffer – but the principle was the same. I’d been chosen, and a vampire who’s been chosen does not say ‘no’.
There was a short debate, in which Paris told Mr Crepsley and me that this was not official duty and we didn’t have to agree to represent the clan – no shame would befall us if we refused to co-operate with Mr Tiny. At the end of the debate, Mr Crepsley stepped forward, red cloak snapping behind him like wings, and said, “I relish the chance to hunt down the Vampaneze Lord.”
I stepped up after him, sorry I wasn’t wearing my impressive blue cloak, and said in what I hoped was a brave tone, “Me too.”
“The boy knows how to keep it short,” Mr Tiny murmured, winking at Harkat.
“What about the rest of us?” Mika asked. “I’ve spent five years hunting for that accursed Lord. I wish to accompany them.”
“Aye! Me too!” a General in the crowd shouted, and soon everyone was bellowing at Mr Tiny, seeking permission to join us in the hunt.
Mr Tiny shook his head. “Three hunters must seek – no more, no less. Non-vampires may assist them, but if any of their kinsmen tag along, they shall fail.”
Angry mutters greeted that statement.
“Why should we believe you?” Mika asked. “Surely ten stand a better chance than three, and twenty more than ten, and thirty – ”
Mr Tiny clicked his fingers. There was a sharp, snapping sound and dust fell from overhead. Looking up, I saw long jagged cracks appear in the ceiling of the Hall of Princes. Other vampires saw them too and cried out, alarmed.
“Would you, who has not seen three centuries, dare to tell me, who measures time in continental drifts, about the mechanisms of fate?” Mr Tiny asked menacingly. He clicked his fingers again and the cracks spread. Chunks of the ceiling crumbled inwards. “A thousand vampaneze couldn’t chip the walls of this Hall, yet I, by clicking my fingers, can bring it tumbling down.” He lifted his fingers to click them again.
“No!” Mika shouted. “I apologize! I didn’t mean to offend you!”
Mr Tiny lowered his hand. “Think of this before crossing me again, Mika Ver Leth,” he growled, then nodded at the Little People he’d brought with him, who headed for the doors of the Hall. “They’ll patch the roof up before we leave,” Mr Tiny said. “But next time you anger me, I’ll reduce this Hall to rubble, leaving you and your precious Stone of Blood to the whim of the vampaneze.”
Blowing dust off his heart-shaped watch, Mr Tiny beamed around the Hall again. “I take it we’re decided – three it shall be?”
“Three,” Paris agreed.
“Three,” Mika muttered bleakly.
“As I said, non-vampires may – indeed, must – play a part, but for the next year no vampire should seek out any of the hunters, unless for reasons which have nothing to do with the search for the Vampaneze Lord. Alone they must stand and alone they must succeed or fail.”
With that, he brought the meeting to a close. Dismissing Paris and Mika with an arrogant wave of his hand, he beckoned Mr Crepsley and me forward, and grinned at us as he lay back on my throne. He kicked off one of his wellies while he was talking. He wasn’t wearing socks, and I was shocked to see he had no toes – his feet were webbed at the ends, with six tiny claws jutting out like a cat’s.
“Frightened, Master Shan?” he asked, eyes twinkling mischievously.
“Yes,” I said, “but I’m proud to be able to help.”
“What if you aren’t any help?” he jeered. “What if you fail and damn the vampires to extinction?”
I shrugged. “What comes, we take,” I said, echoing a saying which was common among the creatures of the night.
Mr Tiny’s smite faded. “I preferred you when you were less clever,” he grumbled, then looked to Mr Crepsley. “What about you? Scared by the weight of your responsibilities?”
“Yes,” Mr Crepsley answered.
“Think you might break beneath it?”
“I might,” Mr Crepsley said evenly.
Mr Tiny pulled a face. “You two are no fun. It’s impossible to get a rise out of you. Harkat!” he bellowed. Harkat approached automatically. “What do you think of this? Does the fate of the vampires bother you?”
“Yes,” Harkat replied. “It does.”
“You care for them?” Harkat nodded. “Hmmm.” Mr Tiny rubbed his watch, which glowed briefly, then touched the left side of Harkat’s head. Harkat gasped and fell to his knees. “You’ve been having nightmares,” Mr Tiny noted, fingers still at Harkat’s temple.
“Yes!” Harkat groaned.
“You want them to stop?”
“Yes.”
Mr Tiny let go of Harkat, who cried out, then gritted his sharp teeth and stood up straight. Small green tears of pain trickled from the corners of his eyes.
“It’s time for you to learn the truth about yourself,” Mr Tiny said. “If you come with me, I’ll reveal it and the nightmares will stop. If you don’t, they’ll continue and worsen, and within a year you’ll be a screaming wreck.”
Harkat trembled at that, but didn’t rush to Mr Tiny’s side. “If I wait,” he said, “will I have … another chance to learn … the truth?”
“Yes,” Mr Tiny said, “but you’ll suffer much in the meantime, and I can’t guarantee your safety. If you die before learning who you really are, your soul will be lost forever.”
Harkat frowned uncertainly. “I have a feeling,” he mumbled. “Something whispers to me – ” he touched the left side of his chest “ – here. I feel that I should go with Darren … and Larten.”
“If you do, it will improve their chances of defeating the Vampaneze Lord,” Mr Tiny said. “Your participation isn’t instrumental, but it could be important.”
“Harkat,” I said softly, “you don’t owe us. You’ve already saved my life twice. Go with Mr Tiny and learn the truth about yourself.”
Harkat frowned. “I think that if I … leave you to learn the truth, the person I was … won’t