Scott Mariani - The Cross

As the two of them stood there over Gabriel, strange forms became visible through the thick, rippled walls that had been sculpted in the ice. The figures were tall. Hooded and robed. Watching them.

‘They’re here,’ Lillith said. ‘Now listen, Zachary. These Ubers aren’t like us. They’re not … humanoid .’

‘I ain’t either,’ Zachary said, not understanding.

Lillith shook her head. ‘You were human once, remember. They never were. Just be ready for what you’re about to see. And be careful. Don’t look them in the eye. It offends them.’

A portal opened in the icy wall, and several of the tall, strange figures entered the chamber. One drew close. Towering several inches above Zachary’s head, over seven feet in height, it reached up with its clawed, long-fingered hands and drew back the hood of its robe to reveal its face. The skull was tapered and bald, the ears long and pointed. Its skin was the colour of a washed-out winter sky, and so translucently thin that thousands of dark veins could be seen under its wrinkled surface.

Only a thing this hideous could have made Zachary turn pale and back off a step.

Lillith found it hard to tell the Ubervampyr apart from their strange, horrible facial features — but she knew from his robes that this was one of the Masters that Gabriel had told her about.

When he spoke, his voice made Zachary back off another step. The ancient language was rasping and guttural. ‘My name is Master Xenrai-Yazh.’

‘That is one ugly mother,’ Zachary muttered.

Lillith shot him a furious glare, then turned to address the Ubervampyr, bowing her head and avoiding eye contact. ‘It’s an honour, Master. Gabriel has often spoken of you.’

‘I have known Gabriel a very long time,’ the Master said. ‘In our language we call him Krajzok : “the young one”.’

‘I’m afraid for him. He’s been very badly hurt. The cross—’

The Master raised his long, thin hand, silencing her. ‘Yes. Our servants have already informed us of what happened. Of course, you fear for Gabriel. But you must leave him now. He is to be taken from here.’

‘What’s he say?’ Zachary asked, keeping his eyes low. Lillith ignored him. ‘Taken where?’ she asked, frowning. ‘To the heart of the citadel,’ the Master said, ‘to a place where none of your kind may normally enter.’

‘Are you going to help him? We brought him here in the hope that you could save him.’

‘We have the means to restore him. The cross’s power was not fully expended on him.’

‘Then you have to make him better.’

The Master was quiet for a moment. ‘It is not so simple. The Grand Council is convening.’

Lillith didn’t want to show her irritation, but it was hard to disguise. ‘Gabriel is slipping away and all you can do is hold a meeting?’

‘It is about Gabriel that we must talk,’ he said. ‘Only once the Council has made its decision can we act.’

‘I don’t understand. What decision?’

‘Gabriel is to be placed on trial. If found innocent, he will be spared. If guilty, then according to our custom, he will be executed. I am sorry.’

Lillith was unable to avoid staring straight into the Master’s dark, inscrutable eyes. ‘Guilty of what ?’ she demanded. ‘How can this be? What trial?’

The Ubervampyr made no reply. At a wave of his clawed hand, six vampire servants marched into the chamber. Four of them lifted up the ice slab on which Gabriel lay. The other two drew long, curved swords from their belts and pointed them at Lillith and Zachary.

‘Something tells me this ain’t going too well,’ Zachary rumbled.

The Master motioned to the four slab-bearers. ‘To the Hall of Judgement,’ he ordered.

Romania

The sleet had given way to a mist of icy drizzle that blanketed the hills and forests as Joel drove the stolen pickup truck through the night. With every mile that passed, he kept glancing at the sinking fuel gauge. The only thing that terrified him more than being stranded in the middle of nowhere, lost, penniless and alone, was the horror of being caught in the open by the rising sun. He kept thinking he could see the first red glow of dawn on the dark eastern horizon.

‘Relax,’ he muttered out loud over the beat of the windscreen wipers. ‘You’ve got hours yet. Everything’s fine.’

Yeah , he thought bitterly. You’re a vampire now, and everything’s just fucking fine.

After the endless empty roads, a sweeping stretch of lights in the distance told him he was approaching a town. He was suddenly gripped with terror at the thought of entering such a dangerous alien environment. Humans would be everywhere. But he fought the urge to shy away from the town, and gripped the steering wheel tightly as he joined the thickening flow of night-time traffic. He was growing dizzy with hunger. He needed to eat. No, not to eat. To feed . The thought made him feel sick.

Driving by the illuminated windows of an all-night supermarket on the edge of town, Joel swerved into the little car park next to it and pulled up in the shadows. There was only a smattering of other vehicles in the car park, and he figured that some of those must belong to the staff.

As he watched from the dark interior of the truck, a woman came out of the supermarket carrying a shopping basket and started heading across the car park towards an old Peugeot estate, picking her way between the puddles that reflected the neon light from the windows.

Joel didn’t need the shop lights to see his target with incredible clarity. She was short and plump, dark-haired, in her late forties or so. Under her raincoat she was wearing a nurse’s uniform; he guessed she must be picking up some provisions on her way home after a late shift at some local hospital.

Joel could smell her blood. Hot and thick and dark, pulsing through her veins. The intensity of his senses was frightening.

Though not as frightening as the thing that was happening inside his mouth. His teeth didn’t feel right. He ground them together, pressed his thumb-tips against his canines and gasped in shock at how elongated and sharp they suddenly felt. Something was taking control of him.

The woman kept walking across the car park. A few more steps and she’d have reached her Peugeot.

Joel opened his door with a trembling hand and stepped out. In the cold night air the scent of her blood was even thicker and more intoxicating.

He shuddered.

Fight it. Fight it.

He could smell something else, too. The pungent odour of the packet of raw meat in the woman’s shopping basket.

She turned to stare at him, curiosity turning quickly to alarm as he stumbled up to her in the darkness.

‘Please,’ he said, aware that she couldn’t understand him. ‘I don’t want to hurt you … I just need …’ Then, with a speed and strength that astonished him even more than it did the frightened woman, he shot out his arm and tore the shopping basket from her hand. Its contents spilled out: two plastic milk containers, a block of processed cheese, a box of eggs that cracked and broke on the concrete; and a plastic-wrapped oblong package that Joel stared at for a split second before scooping up off the ground.

The woman screamed at him in Romanian as he turned and ran back to the truck. Its engine roared into life and he took off out of the car park.

A couple of miles down the road, Joel couldn’t stand it any more. Pulling over to the side, he ripped open the package on his lap. The sharp tang of animal offal made his nostrils flare. Raw livers. He sank his teeth into them and felt the dead flesh rip. Cold, congealed blood and watery fluid ran across his tongue and down his throat, spilled down his chin onto his trousers. He bit deeper, devouring the meat with a ferocious passion that his sense of disgust couldn’t deter.