Darren Shan - Vampire Destiny Trilogy

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Become a half-vampire. Explore the night. Feed.Comprising of The Lake of Souls, Lord of the Shadows and Sons of Destiny, Vampire Destiny is the blood-curdling grand finale of The Saga of Darren Shan.In The Lake of Souls, Darren and Harkat go on a quest to the lake of the dead, through a world of mystery and terror. In Lord of the Shadows, Darren returns home and confronts the demons of his human past. In Sons of Destiny, Darren faces archenemy Steve Leopard for a fight to the death. With time running out, can Des Tiny be foiled, or is the world doomed?

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The Grotesque crushed the life out of the boy – he cried out once, briefly, as the creature made splinters of his bones – then unwrapped itself and set about swallowing him whole. Again, in this respect, it acted like a snake. It had a supple lower jaw which stretched down far enough for the monster to get its mouth around the boy’s head and shoulders. By using its tongue, jaw and some of its hands, it slowly but steadily fed the rest of the boy’s body down its eager throat.

As the Grotesque devoured the boy, two of the women entered the temple. They emerged shortly afterwards, clasping two glass vials, about forty centimetres long, with thick glass walls and cork stoppers. A dark liquid ran about three-quarters of the way to the top of each vial—it had to be Evanna’s “holy liquid”.

When the Grotesque had finished devouring the boy, a man stepped forward and took one of the vials. Stepping up to the beast, he held the vial aloft and chanted softly. The Grotesque studied him coldly. I thought it meant to kill him too, but then it lowered its head and opened its enormous mouth. The man reached into the Grotesque’s mouth, removed the cork from the vial and raised it to one of the creature’s fangs. Inserting the tip of the fang into the vial, he pressed the glass wall hard against it. A thick, viscous substance oozed out of the fang and trickled down the side of the tube. I’d seen Evra milking poison from his snake’s fangs many times—this was exactly the same.

When no more liquid seeped from the fang, the man corked the vial, handed it back to the woman, took the second vial and milked the Grotesque’s other fang. When he’d finished, he stepped away and the monster’s mouth closed. The man passed the vial back, joined the rest of the group, and began chanting loudly along with everyone else. The Grotesque studied them with its single red eye, its inhumanly human-like head swaying from side to side in time with the chanting. Then it slowly turned and scuttled back into the temple on its carriage of fingers. As it entered, the people followed, in rows of three, chanting softly, vanishing into the gloom of the temple after the Grotesque, leaving us shaken and alone outside, to withdraw and discuss the sinister spectacle.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“YE’RE CRAZY!” Spits hissed, keeping his voice down so as not to attract the attention of the Kulashkas. “Ye want t’ go into that devil’s lair and risk yer lives, fer the sake o’ some bottles o’ poison?”

“There must be something … special about it,” Harkat insisted. “We wouldn’t have been told we … needed it if it wasn’t important.”

“Nowt’s worth throwing yer lives away fer,” Spits snarled. “That monster will have ye both fer pudding, and still be hungry after.”

“I’m not sure about that,” I muttered. “It fed like a snake. I know about snakes from when I shared a tent with Evra—a snake-boy,” I added for Spits’s benefit. “A child would take a long time to digest, even for a beast of that size. I doubt it’ll need to eat again for a few days. And a snake normally sleeps while it’s digesting.”

“But this ain’t a snake,” Spits reminded me. “It’s a … what did ye call it?”

“Grotesque,” Harkat said.

“Aaarrr. Ye never shared a tent with a Grotesque, did ye? So ye know nothing about ’em. Ye’d be mad t’ risk it. And what about that crazy pink-haired mob? If they catch ye, they won’t be long offering ye up t’ that giant mongrel o’ theirs.”

“What do you think the deal … is with them?” Harkat asked. “I believe they worship the Grotesque. That’s why they … sacrificed the boy.”

“A fine how-d’ye-do!” Spits huffed. “’Tis one thing t’ go killing a stranger, but t’ willingly give up one o’ yer own—madness!”

“They can’t do it often,” I noted. “There aren’t many of them. They’d die out if they made a human sacrifice every time the beast was hungry. They must feed it with sheep and other animals, and only offer up a human on special occasions.”

“Should we try … talking to them?” Harkat asked. “Many civilized people in the past … offered human sacrifices to their gods. They might not be violent.”

“I’ve no intention of putting them to the test,” I said quickly. “We can’t walk away from this—we saw them milk the snake’s fangs, and I’m pretty certain that poison is the holy liquid we need. But let’s not push our luck. There’s no telling what the people of this world are like. The Kulashkas might be lovely folk who welcome strangers with open arms—or they might feed us to the Grotesque the instant they set eyes on us.”

“We’re stronger than them,” Harkat said. “We could fight them off.”

“We don’t know that,” I disagreed. “We’ve no idea what these people are capable of. They could be ten times as strong as you or me. I say we hit the temple, grab the vials, and beat it quick.”

“Forget the vials!” Spits pleaded. He’d been drinking heavily from his jug since we’d retreated to safety and was trembling worse than normal. “We can come back later if we need ’em.”

“No,” Harkat said. “Darren’s right about the Kulashkas. But if we’re going to launch a … quick raid, we need to do it while the Grotesque is sleeping. We have to go after the … holy liquid now. You don’t have to come … if you don’t want.”

“I won’t!” Spits said quickly. “I ain’t gonna chuck my life away on a crazy thing like this. I’ll wait out here. If ye don’t return, I’ll carry on ahead and look fer yer Lake o’ Souls myself. If it holds the dead like ye say, I might meet ye there!” He chuckled wickedly at that.

“Will we go while it’s dark,” I asked Harkat, “or wait for morning?”

“Wait,” Harkat said. “The Kulashkas might have sung themselves … to sleep by then.” The pink-haired people had returned to their village an hour after making their sacrifice, and had been singing, dancing and chanting ever since.

We lay back and rested as the moon crossed the cloudless sky (typical—when we wanted clouds for cover, there weren’t any!), listening to the music of the strange Kulashkas. Spits kept sipping from his jug of poteen, his beady eyes getting smaller and smaller, tugging at the strands of his tied-back hair, muttering darkly about block-headed fools and their just comeuppances.

The noise from the Kulashka village died away towards morning, and by dawn there was silence. Harkat and I shared a questioning glance, nodded and stood. “We’re going,” I told Spits, who was half dozing over his jug.

“Wha’?” he grunted, head snapping up.

“We’re going,” I said again. “Wait here. If we’re not back by night, go your own way and don’t worry about us.”

“I won’t wait that long,” he sniffed. “I’ll be gone by midday, with ’r without ye.”

“Suit yourself,” I sighed, “but you’d be less visible in the dark. It would be safer.”

Spits’s features softened. “Ye’re mad,” he said, “but ye’ve more guts than any pirate I ever sailed with. I’ll wait till sunset and keep the poteen ready—ye might be glad of it if ye survive.”

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