Sons of Destiny

“But why does he hate you if you saved him?” Darius shouted. “That’s crazy!”

“Steve sees things differently,” I shrugged. “He believes it was his destiny to become a vampire. He thinks I stole his rightful place. He’s determined to make me pay.”

Darius shook his head, confused. “I can’t understand that,” he said.

“You’re young.” I smiled sadly. “You’ve a lot to learn about people and how they operate.” I fell silent, thinking that those were some of the many things poor Shancus would never learn.

“So,” Darius said a while later, breaking the silence. “What happens now?”

“Go home,” I sighed. “Forget about this. Put it behind you.”

“But what about the vampaneze?” Darius cried. “Dad’s still out there. I want to help you find him.”

“Really?” I looked at him icily. “You want to help us kill him? You’d lead us to your own father and watch while we cut his rotten heart out?”

Darius shifted uneasily. “He’s evil,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I agreed. “But he’s still your father. You’re better off out of this.”

“And Mum?” Darius asked. “What do I tell her?”

“Nothing,” I said. “She thinks I’m dead. Let her go on thinking that. Say nothing of this. The world I live in isn’t a fit world for children — and as a child who’s lived in it, I should know! Take back your ordinary life. Try not to dwell on what’s happened. In time you might be able to dismiss all this as a horrible dream.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and smiled warmly. “Go home, Darius. Be good to Annie. Make her happy.”

Darius wasn’t pleased, but I could see him making up his mind to accept my advice. Then Vancha spoke. “It’s not that easy.”

“What?” I frowned.

“He’s in. He can’t opt out.”

“Of course he can!” I snapped.

Vancha shook his head stubbornly. “He was blooded. The vampaneze blood is thin in him, but it will thicken. He won’t age like normal children, and in a few decades the purge will strike and he’ll become a full-vampaneze.” Vancha sighed. “But his real problems will start long before then.”

“What do you mean?” I croaked, though I sensed what he was getting at.

“Feeding,” Vancha said. He turned his gaze on Darius. “You’ll need to drink blood to survive.”

Darius stiffened, then grinned shakily. “So I’ll drink like you guys,” he said. “A drop here, a drop there. I don’t mind. It’ll be kind of cool, in a way. Maybe I’ll drink from my teachers and–”

“No,” Vancha growled. “You can’t drink like us. In the beginning, vampaneze were the same as vampires, except in their customs. But they’ve changed. The centuries have altered them physically. Now a vampaneze must kill when he feeds. They’re driven to it. They have no choice or control. I was once a half-vampaneze, so I know what I’m speaking about.”

Vancha drew himself up straight and spoke sadly but firmly. “In a few months the hunger will grow within you. You won’t be able to resist. You’ll drink blood because you have to, and when you drink, because you’re a half-vampaneze — you’ll kill!”

CHAPTER TWO

We marched in silence, in single file, Darius leading the way like Oliver Twist at the head of a funeral procession. Following the massacre at the stadium after the football match, a series of road blocks had been set in place around the town. But there weren’t many in this area, so we made good time, having to take only a couple of short detours. I was at the back of the line, a few metres behind the others, worrying about the meeting to come. I’d agreed to it easily enough in the theatre, but now that we were getting closer, I was having second thoughts.

While I was running through my words, thinking of all the things I could and should say, Evanna slipped back to walk along beside me. “If it helps, the snake-boy’s soul has flown straight to Paradise,” she said.

“I never thought otherwise,” I replied stiffly, glaring at her hatefully.

“Why such a dark look?” she asked, genuine surprise in her mismatched green and brown eyes.

“You knew it was coming,” I growled. “You could have warned us and saved Shancus.”

“No,” she snapped, irritated. “Why do you people level the same accusations at me over and over? You know I have the power to see into the future, but not the power to directly influence it. I cannot act to change that which is to be. Nor could my brother.”

“Why not?” I snarled. “You always say that terrible things will happen if you do, but what are they? What could be worse than letting an innocent child die at the hands of a monster?”

Evanna was quiet a moment, then spoke softly, so that only I could hear. “There are worse monsters than Steve Leonard, and worse even than the Lord of the Shadows — be he Steve or you. These other monsters wait in the timeless wings around the stage of the world, never seen by man, but always seeing, always hungering, always eager to break through.

“I am bound by laws older than mankind. So was my brother and so, to a large extent, is my father. If I took advantage of the present, and tried to change the course of a future I knew about, I’d break the laws of the universe. The monsters I speak of would then be free to cross into this world, and it would become a cauldron of endless, bloody savagery.”

“It seems that way already,” I said sourly.

“For you, perhaps,” she agreed. “But for billions of others it is not. Would you have everyone suffer as you have — and worse?”

“Of course not,” I muttered. “But you told me they were going to suffer anyway, that the Lord of the Shadows will destroy mankind.”

“He will bring it to its knees,” she said. “But he will not crush it entirely. Hope will remain. One day, far in the future, humans might rise again. If I interfered and unleashed the real monsters, hope would become a word without meaning.”

I didn’t know what to think about these other monsters of Evanna’s – it was the first time she’d ever spoken of such creatures – so I brought the conversation back to centre on the monster I knew all too much about. “You’re wrong when you say I can become the Lord of the Shadows,” I said, trying to change my destiny by denying it. “I’m not a monster.”

“You would have killed Darius if Steve hadn’t said he was your nephew,” Evanna reminded me.

I recalled the hateful fury which had flared to life inside me when I saw Shancus die. In that moment I became like Steve. I didn’t care about right or wrong. I only wanted to hurt my enemy by killing his son. I’d seen a glimpse of my future then, the beast I could become, but I didn’t want to believe it was real.

“That would have been in revenge for Shancus,” I said bitterly, trying to hide from the truth. “It wouldn’t have been the act of an out-of-control beast. I wouldn’t become a monster just because of a single executioning.”

“No?” Evanna challenged me. “There was a time when you thought differently. Do you remember when you killed your first vampaneze, in the caves of Vampire Mountain? You wept afterwards. You thought killing was wrong. You believed there were ways to resolve differences other than through violence.”

“I still do,” I said, but my words sounded hollow, even to me.

“You would not have tried to take the life of a child if you did,” Evanna said, stroking the hairs of her beard. “You have changed, Darren. You’re not evil like Steve, but you carry the seeds of evil within you. Your intentions are good, but time and circumstance will see you become that which you despise. This world will warp you and, despite your noble wishes, the monster within you will grow. Friends will become enemies. Truths will become lies. Beliefs will become sick jokes.

“The path of revenge is always lined with danger. By following the ways of those you hate, you risk turning into them. This is your destiny, Darren Shan. You cannot avoid it. Unless Steve kills you and he becomes the Lord of the Shadows instead.”

“What about Vancha?” I hissed. “What if he kills Steve? Can’t he become your bloody Lord of the Shadows?”

“No,” she said calmly. “Vancha has the power to kill Steve and decide the fate of the War of the Scars. But moving beyond that, it’s either you or Steve. There is no other. Death or monstrosity. Those are your options.”

She moved ahead of me then, leaving me with my troubled, frantic thoughts. Was there truly no hope for me or the world? And if not, if I was trapped between death at the hands of Steve or replacing him as the Lord of the Shadows, which was preferable? Was it better to live and terrorize the world — or die now, while I was still halfway human?

I couldn’t decide on an answer. There didn’t seem to be one. And so I trudged along miserably and let my thoughts return to the more pressing issue — what to say to my grown-up sister who’d buried me as a child.

Twenty minutes later, Darius opened the back door and held it ajar. I paused, staring at the house, filled with a sense of foreboding. Vancha and Alice were behind me, and Evanna further behind them. I looked back at my friends pleadingly. “Do I really have to do this?” I croaked.

“Yes,” Vancha said. “It would be wrong to risk his life without informing his mother first. She must decide.”

“OK,” I sighed. “You’ll wait out here till I call?”

“Aye.”

I gulped, then stepped over the threshold into the house where I’d lived as a boy. After eighteen long years of wandering, I’d finally come home.

Darius guided me to the living room, though I could have found my way blindfolded. Much had changed within the house – new wallpaper and carpets, furniture and light fittings – but it felt the same, warm and comfy, layered with memories of the distant past. It was like walking through a ghost house — except the house was real and I was the ghost.

Darius pushed the living-room door open. And there was Annie, her brown hair tied up in a bun, sitting in a chair in front of the TV, sipping hot chocolate, watching the news. “Decided to come home at last, did you?” she said to Darius, catching sight of him out of the corner of her eye. She laid the cup of hot chocolate down. “I was worried. Have you seen the news? There’s–”

She saw me entering the room after Darius. “Is this one of your friends?” she asked. I could see her thinking I looked too old to be his friend. She was instantly suspicious of me.

“Hello, Annie,” I said, smiling nervously, advancing into the light.

“Have we met before?” she asked, frowning, not recognizing me.

“In a way,” I chuckled drily.

“Mum, it’s–” Darius started to say.

“No,” I interrupted. “Let her see for herself. Don’t tell her.”

“Tell me what?” Annie snapped. She was squinting at me now, uneasy.

“Look closer, Annie,” I said softly, walking across the room, stopping less than a metre away from her. “Look at my eyes. They say the eyes never really change, even if everything else does.”

“Your voice,” she muttered. “There’s something about…” She stood – she was the same height as me – and gazed steadily into my eyes. I smiled.

“You look like somebody I knew a long time ago,” Annie said. “But I don’t remember who…”

“You did know me a long time ago,” I whispered. “Eighteen years ago.”

“Nonsense!” Annie snorted. “You’d have only been a baby.”

“No,” I said. “I’ve aged slowly. I was slightly older than Darius when you last saw me.”

“Is this a joke?” she half laughed.

“Look at him, Mum,” Darius said intently. “Really look at him.”

And she did. And this time I saw something in her expression and realized she’d known who I was the second she saw me — she just hadn’t admitted it to herself yet.

“Listen to your instincts, Annie,” I said. “You always had good instincts. If I’d had your nose for trouble, maybe I wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. Maybe I’d have had more sense than to steal a poisonous spider…”

Annie’s eyes widened. “No!” she gasped.

“Yes,” I said.

“You can’t be!”

“I am.”

“But … No!” she growled, firmly this time. “I don’t know who put you up to this, or what you think you’ll achieve by it, but if you don’t get out quick, I’ll–”

“I bet you never told anyone about Madam Octa,” I cut her off. She trembled at mention of the spider’s name. “I bet you kept that secret all these years. You must have guessed she had something to do with my ‘death’. Maybe you asked Steve about it, since he was the one she bit, but I bet you never told Mum or–”

“Darren?” she wheezed, confused tears springing to her eyes.

“Hi, sis,” I grinned. “Long time no see.”

She stared at me, appalled, and then did something I thought only happened in corny old movies — her eyes rolled up, her legs gave way, and she fainted!

Annie sat in her chair, a fresh mug of hot chocolate cupped between her hands. I sat opposite her in a chair I’d dragged over from the other side of the room. Darius stood by the TV, which he’d turned off shortly after Annie fainted. Annie hadn’t said much since recovering. Once she’d come to, she’d pressed back into her chair, gazed at me, torn between horror and hope, and simply gasped, “How?”

I’d spent the time since then filling her in. I spoke quietly and rapidly, starting with Mr Crepsley and Madam Octa, explaining the deal I’d struck to save Steve’s life, giving her a quick rundown of the years since then; my existence as a vampire, the vampaneze, the War of the Scars, tracking the Vampaneze Lord. I didn’t tell her Steve was the Lord or involved with the vampaneze — I wanted to see how she reacted to the rest of the story before hitting her with that one.

Her eyes didn’t betray her feelings. It was impossible to guess what she was thinking. When I got to the part of the story involving Darius, her gaze slid from me to her son, and she leant forward slightly as I described how he’d been tricked into aiding the vampaneze, again being careful not to refer to Steve by name. I finished with my return to the old cinema theatre, Shancus’s death, and the Vampaneze Lord’s revelation that Darius was my nephew.

“Once Darius knew the truth, he was horrified,” I said. “But I told him he mustn’t blame himself. Lots of older and wiser people than him have been fooled by the Lord of the Vampaneze.”

I stopped and awaited her reaction. It wasn’t long coming.

“You’re insane,” she said coldly. “If you are my brother – and I’m not a hundred per cent convinced – then whatever disease stunted your growth also affected your brain. Vampires? Vampaneze? My son in league with a killer?” She sneered. “You’re a madman.”

“But it’s true!” Darius exclaimed. “He can prove it! He’s stronger and faster than any human. He can–”

“Be quiet!” Annie roared with such venom that Darius shut up instantly. She glared at me furiously. “Get out of my house,” she snarled. “Stay away from my son. Don’t ever come back.”

“But–” I began.

“No!” she screamed. “You’re not my brother! Even if you are, you’re not! We buried Darren eighteen years ago. He’s dead and that’s the way I want him to stay. I don’t care if you’re him or not. I want you out of my life – ourlives – immediately.” She stood and pointed at the door. “Go!”

I didn’t move. I wanted to. If it hadn’t been for Darius, I would have slunk out like a kicked dog. But she had to know what her son had become. I couldn’t leave without convincing her of the danger he was in.

While Annie stood, pointing at the door, hand trembling wildly, face twisted with rage, Darius stepped away from the TV. “Mum,” he said quietly. “Don’t you want to know how I fell in with the vampaneze and why I helped them?”

“There are no vampaneze!” she yelled. “This maniac has filled your imagination with lies and–”

“Steve Leonard’s the Lord of the Vampaneze,” Darius said, and Annie stopped dead. “He came to me a few years ago,” Darius went on, edging slowly towards her. “At first we just went for walks together, he took me to the cinema and for meals, stuff like that. He told me not to say anything to you. He said you wouldn’t like it, that you’d make him go away.”

He stopped in front of her, reached up, took hold of her pointing hand and gently bent her arm down. She was staring at him wordlessly. “He’s my dad,” Darius said sadly. “I trusted him because I thought he loved me. That’s why I believed him when he told me about vampires. He said he was telling me for my protection, that he was worried about me — and you. He wanted to protect us. That’s where it began. Then I got more involved. He taught me how to use a knife, how to shoot, how to kill.”

Annie sank back into her chair, unable to respond.

“It was Steve,” Darius said. “Steve who got me into trouble, who killed the snake-boy, who made Darren come back to see you. Darren didn’t want to – he knew he’d hurt you – but Steve left him with no choice. It’s true, Mum, everything he said. You’ve got to believe us, because it was Steve, and I think he might come back – come after you – and if we aren’t ready … if you don’t believe…”

He ground to a halt, running out of words. But he’d said enough. When Annie looked at me again, there was fear and doubt in her eyes, but no scorn. “Steve?” she moaned. I nodded unhappily and her face hardened. “What did I tell you about him?” she screamed at Darius, grabbing the boy and shaking him angrily. “I told you never to go near him! That if you ever saw him, you had to run and tell me! I said he was dangerous!”

“I didn’t believe you!” Darius cried. “I thought you hated him just because he ran away, that you were lying! He was my dad!” He tore himself away from her and collapsed on the floor, weeping. “He was my dad,” he sobbed again. “I loved him.”

Annie stared at Darius crying. Then she stared at me. And then she also started to cry, and her sobs were even deeper and more painful than her son’s.

I didn’t cry. I was saving my tears. I knew the worst was yet to come.

CHAPTER THREE

Later. After the tears. Sitting around the living room. Annie had recovered from the worst of the shock. All three of us were drinking hot chocolate. I hadn’t called the others in yet — I wanted some personal time with Annie before I dumped the full fallout from the War of the Scars upon her.

Annie made me tell her more about my life. She wanted to hear about the countries I’d visited, the people I’d met, the adventures I’d had. I told her some of the highlights, leaving out the darker aspects. She listened, dazed, touching me every few minutes to make sure I was real. When she heard I was a Prince, she laughed with delight. “Does that make me a princess?” she smiled.

“Afraid not,” I chuckled.

In return, Annie told me what her life had been like. The hard months after I’d ‘died’. Slowly returning to normal. She was young, so she recovered, but Mum and Dad never really got over it. She raised the question of whether or not they should be told I was alive. Then, before I could speak, she said, “No. They’re happy now. It’s too late to change the past. Best not to drag it up again.”

I paid close attention when she spoke about Steve. “I was a teenager,” she said angrily, “mixed-up and unsure of myself. I had some friends but not many. And no serious boyfriend. Then Steve came back. He was only a few years older than me, but he looked and acted grown-up. And he was interested in me. He wanted to talk to me. He treated me like an equal.”

They spent a lot of time together. Steve put on a good act — kind, generous, loving. Annie thought he cared for her, that they had a future together. She fell in love with him, and gave her love to him. Then she found out she was expecting a baby.

“His face lit up when he heard,” she said, shivering from the memory. Darius was by her side, solemn, silent, listening intently. “He made me believe he was delighted, that we’d get married and have lots of children together. He told me not to tell anyone — he wanted to keep it secret until we were husband and wife. He went away again. He said it was to earn money, to pay for our wedding and the baby’s upkeep. He stayed away a long time. He returned late one night, while I was sleeping. Woke me up. Before I could say anything, he clamped a hand over my mouth and laughed. ‘Too late to stop it now!’ he mocked me. He said other things, horrible things. Then he left. I haven’t heard from him since.”

She had to tell Mum and Dad about the baby then. They were furious — not with her, but with Steve. Dad would have killed Steve if he’d found him. But nobody knew where Steve was. He’d vanished.

“Raising Darius was hard,” she smiled, ruffling his hair, “but I wouldn’t give up a day of it. Steve was wicked, but he gave me the most marvellous gift anyone could have ever given me.”

“Soppy old cow,” Darius grunted, fighting hard not to smile.

I was quiet a long time after that. I wondered if Steve had meant to use Darius against me even then. This was back before he met the vampaneze and learnt of his abominable destiny. But I bet he was already planning my downfall, one way or the other. Did he deliberately get Annie pregnant, so he could use his nephew or niece to hurt me? Knowing Steve as I did, I guessed those were his exact intentions.

Annie started telling me about her life with Darius, from how Mum and Dad helped rear him until they moved away, how the pair were managing now on their own. She worried about him not having a father, but her experience with Steve had made her wary of men, and she found it hard to trust anyone. I could have listened to Annie talk all night, telling tales about Mum, Dad and Darius. I was catching up on all those missed years. I felt like part of the family again. I didn’t want it to stop.

But we were in the middle of a crisis. I’d delayed the moment of truth, but now I had to tell her about it. The night was drawing on, and I was keen to conclude the business I’d come about. I let her finish the story she was telling – about Darius’s first week in school – then asked if I could introduce her to some of my friends.

Annie wasn’t sure what to make of Vancha, Alice and Evanna. Alice dressed normally, but Vancha in his animal hides, with his straps of throwing stars and green hair, and the hirsute, deliriously ugly Evanna draped in ropes … They would have stuck out like a couple of gargoyles anywhere!

But they were my friends (well, Vancha and Alice were, whatever about the witch), so Annie welcomed them — though I could tell she didn’t entirely trust the trio. And I knew she sensed they weren’t here just to make up the numbers. She guessed that something bad was coming.

We made small talk for a while. Alice told Annie about her years on the police force, Vancha described some of his Princely duties and Evanna gave her tips on how to breed frogs (not that Annie had any interest in that!). Then Darius yawned. Vancha looked at me meaningfully — it was time.

“Annie,” I started hesitantly, “I told you Darius pledged himself to the vampaneze. But I didn’t tell you what precisely that means.”

“Go on,” Annie said when I stalled.

“Steve blooded him,” I said. “He transferred some of his vampaneze blood to Darius. The blood isn’t very strong within him, but it will strengthen. The cells will multiply and take over.”

“You’re saying he’ll become like you?” Annie’s face was ashen. “He won’t age normally? He’ll need to drink blood to survive?”

“Yes.” Her face crumpled — she thought that was the worst, the part I’d been holding back. I wished I could spare her the truth, but I couldn’t. “There’s more,” I said, and she stiffened. “Vampires can control their feeding habits. It isn’t easy – it requires training – but we can. Vampaneze can’t. Their blood forces them to kill every time they feed.”