Sons Of Destiny

'Yes. He's one of us now. He won't need to kill when he feeds. Like I said, he's no longer your son – in any way whatsoever.'

Steve's features darkened. 'You shouldn't have done that,' he growled. 'The boy was mine.'

'He was never yours, not in spirit,' I said. 'You merely tricked him into believing he was.'

Steve started to reply, then scowled and shook his head gruffly. 'Never mind,' he muttered. 'The child's not important. I'll deal with him – and his mother – later. Let's get down to the good stuff. We all know the prophecy.' He nodded at Mr Tiny, who was wandering around the burning tents and vans, paying no apparent interest to us. 'Darren or Vancha will kill me, or I'll kill one of you, and that will decide the fate of the War of the Scars.'

'If Tiny's right, or telling the truth, aye,' Vancha sniffed.

'You don't believe him?' Steve frowned.

'Not entirely,' Vancha said. 'Tiny and his daughter-' He glared at Evanna -'have agendas of their own. I accept most of what they predict but I don't treat their predictions as absolute facts.'

'Then why are you here?' Steve challenged him.

'In case they are correct.'

Steve looked confused. 'How can you not believe them? Desmond Tiny is the voice of destiny. He sees the future. He knows all that has been and will be.'

'We make our own futures,' Vancha said. 'Regardless of what happens tonight, I believe my people will defeat yours. But I'll kill you anyway,' he added with a wicked grin. 'Just to be on the safe side.'

'You're an ignorant fool,' Steve said, shaking with outrage. Then his gaze settled on me. 'I bet you believe the prophecy.'

'Maybe,' I replied.

'Of course you do,' Steve smiled. 'And you know it's you or me, don't you? Vancha's a red herring. You and I are the sons of destiny, the ruler and slave, the victor and vanquished. Leave Vancha behind, step up here alone, and I swear it will be a fair fight. You and me, man to man, one winner, one loser. A Vampaneze Lord to rule the night – or a Vampire Prince.'

'How can I trust you?' I asked. 'You're a liar. You'll spring a trap.'

'No,' Steve barked. 'You have my word.'

'Like that means anything,' I jeered, but I could see an eagerness in Steve's expression. His offer was genuine. I glanced sideways at Vancha. 'What do you think?'

'No,' Vancha said. 'We're in this together. We'll take him on as a team.'

'But if he's prepared to fight me fairly…'

'That demon knows nothing about fairness,' Vancha said. 'He'd cheat – that's his nature. We'll do nothing the way he wants.'

'Very well.' I faced Steve again. 'Stuff your offer. What next?'

I thought Steve was going to leap over the ranks of vampaneze and attack me. He gnashed his teeth, hands twisted together, shivering furiously. Gannen Harst saw it too, but to my surprise, rather than step in to calm Steve down, he took a half-step back. It was as if he wanted Steve to leap, like he'd had enough of his insane, evil Lord, and wanted this matter settled, one way or the other.

But just when it seemed as if the moment of final confrontation had come, Steve relaxed and his smile returned. 'I do my best,' he sighed. 'I try to make it easy for everybody, but some people are determined not to play ball. Very well. Here's 'what next'.'

Steve put his fingers to his lips and whistled sharply. From behind the gallows, R.V. stepped out. The bearded, ex-eco-warrior was holding a rope between three lonely-looking hooks (Mr Tall had snapped the other hooks off before he died). When he tugged on the rope, a bound woman shuffled out after him – Debbie.

I'd been expecting this, so I didn't panic. R.V. walked Debbie forwards a few paces, but stopped a long way short of Steve. The one-time campaigner for peace and the protection of mother nature didn't look very happy. He was twitchy, head jerking, eyes unfocused, nervously chewing at his lower lip, which was bleeding from where he'd bitten through the flesh. R.V. had been a proud, earnest, dedicated man when I first met him, fighting to save the world from pollution. Then he'd become a mad beast, intent only on gaining revenge for the loss of his hands. Now he was neither – just a ragged, sorry mess.

Steve didn't notice R.V.'s confusion. He had eyes only for Debbie. 'Isn't she beautiful?' he mocked me. 'Like an angel. More warrior-like than the last time we met, but all the lovelier because of it.' He looked at me slyly. 'Be a shame if I had to tell R.V. to gut her like a rabid dog.'

'You can't use her against me,' I said softly, gazing at Steve without blinking. 'She knows who you are and what's at stake. I love her, but my first duty is to my clan. She understands that.'

'You mean you'll stand there and let her die?' Steve shrieked.

'Yes!' Debbie shouted before I could reply.

'You people,' Steve groaned. 'You're determined to annoy me. I try to be fair, but you toss it back in my face and…' He hopped off of Pasta O'Malley's back and ranted and raved, striding up and down behind his guards. I kept a close watch on him. If he stepped out too far, I'd strike. But even in his rage he was careful not to expose himself.

All of a sudden Steve stopped. 'So be it!' he snarled. 'R.V. – kill her!'

R.V. didn't respond. He was gazing miserably down at the ground.

'R.V.!' Steve shouted. 'Didn't you hear me? Kill her!'

'Don't want to,' R.V. mumbled. His eyes came up and I saw pain and doubt in them. 'You shouldn't have killed the kid, Steve. He did nothing to hurt us. It was wrong. Kids are the future, man.'

'I did what I had to,' Steve replied tightly. 'Now you'll do the same.'

'But she's not a vampire…'

'She works for them!' Steve shouted.

'I know,' R.V. moaned. 'But why do we have to kill her? Why did you kill the kid? It was Darren we were meant to kill. He's the enemy, man. He's the one who cost me my hands.'

'Don't betray me now,' Steve growled, stepping towards the bearded vampaneze. 'You've killed people too, the innocent as well as the guilty. Don't get moralistic on me. It doesn't become you.'

'But…but… but…'

'Stop stuttering and kill her!' Steve screamed. He took another step forward and moved clear of his guards without being aware of it. I steeled myself to make a dash at him, but Vancha was one move ahead of me.

'Now!' Vancha roared, leaping forward, drawing a shuriken and launching it at Steve. He would have killed him, except the guard at the end of the line saw the danger just in time and threw himself into the path of the deadly throwing star, sacrificing himself to save his Lord.

As the other guards surged sideways to block Vancha's path to their Lord, I sheathed my knives, drew the pistol I'd borrowed from Alice before entering the stadium, aimed it at the sky and pulled the trigger three times – the signal for all-out riot!

CHAPTER NINE

Even before the echoes of the report of my third shot faded, the air outside the stadium filled with answering gunfire, as Alice and her band of vampirites opened fire on the police standing guard. She'd summoned the homeless people before Vancha and I entered the tunnel, and positioned them around the barrier outside the stadium. After years of surviving on the scraps other people threw away, this was their time to rise. They had only a small amount of training and basic weapons, but they had passion and anger on their side, and the desire to prove themselves. So now, at my signal, they leapt the barriers around the stadium and attacked as a unified force, throwing themselves upon the startled police, sacrificing themselves where necessary, fighting and dying not