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A short story from the world of Department 19.In 1891, Abraham Van Helsing and a group of friends faced Dracula, the world’s first vampire – and won. The survivors of that battle founded Department 19, and have been secretly saving the world ever since. A highly classified archive exists recording every act of bravery in that time.That archive is now open. These are the Department 19 files.Rome, 1918.The Great War is over, but the world is in the grip of a Spanish Influenza pandemic, and people are dying in their millions. Quincey Harker and his Special Reconnaissance Squad recuperating in Rome, trying their hardest to drink away their memories. But they are not the only visitors to the Eternal City: Valeri Rusmanov, the oldest and most powerful vampire on earth, and his wife are roaming the dark streets on a ghastly holiday, delighting in the death that surrounds them, soaking in the sounds of the sick, feasting on innocent blood… and about to cross paths with Quincey and his men.

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THE DEPARTMENT 19 FILES

UNDEAD IN THE ETERNAL CITY: 1918

Will Hill

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ROME, ITALY: 14th DECEMBER 1918

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About the Publisher

In 1891, Abraham Van Helsing and a small number of his friends faced Dracula, the world’s first vampire. They chased him across Europe, to the mountains of Transylvania, and the castle that bore his name. Not all of them returned — but Dracula was destroyed.

Other vampires remained, though, and so in 1892 Van Helsing and the other survivors were asked by Prime Minister William Gladstone to found the Department of Supernatural Investigation.

The Department, which was originally based in a townhouse in Piccadilly, was charged with protecting the British Empire from the growing threat of the supernatural.

Over the course of the twentieth century, the men and women of Department 19, as it became known, fought in every corner of the globe, holding back the rising tide of darkness, often at enormous personal cost.

In a top-secret location, there stands a highly classified archive that records the long history of humanity’s war with the supernatural. The papers within it list the names of every man and woman lost in the line of duty, and contain detailed accounts of every act of bravery.

Beyond the men and women of the Department, these are accessible only by the Prime Minister and the Chief of the General Staff.

These are the Department 19 files.

ROME, ITALY 14th DECEMBER 1918

Valeri Rusmanov strolled through the sick, bleeding city with a wide smile on his ancient face.

He was arm in arm with his wife Ana, who wore an expression of beatific pleasure on her beautiful features. They had eaten dinner in a restaurant in the narrow backstreets behind the Basilica di Santa Maria Maggiore, huge bowls of slippery white pasta smothered with a thick veal ragu the colour of drying blood, and were strolling contentedly along Via Milano towards the Fontana di Trevi, in search of dessert. All around them thick coughing rattled through the night, a continuous percussion of illness and pain, while the dead and dying lay slumped in doorways and piled in stable yards.

The Italian capital, like the rest of the world, was in the grip of a pandemic.

The panicked, fearful public called it Spanish flu, because the neutral southern European country’s press were the only publications reporting on the devastation the pandemic had unleashed; the rest of the European newspapers were still operating under wartime censorship and forbidden from printing the grisly, terrifying truth. The virus had actually originated in the deep wilderness of northern China, a strain of such viciousness that it had laid Valeri himself low for almost an entire day after he had fed on a French soldier who had been infected.

The European outbreak had apparently originated in northern France in January, where the huge concentrations of Allied troops in close proximity had created a fertile breeding ground for the microscopic virus. Unusually, it was the young and the healthy that succumbed in the greatest numbers, their noses running with blood, their stomachs and intestines haemorrhaging, their own immune systems destroying their bodies until pneumonia finished them off.

There was no way to stop it; the virus had infiltrated every part of the world, all the way to the Arctic and Antarctica. When the second strain, which, if rumour was to be believed, had already killed more than twenty million people, erupted through the continent in the late summer, all the authorities could do was bury the dead, try to isolate the infected, and wait for it to pass, as all pandemics eventually did.

Valeri, who still lamented having been born more than fifty years after the Black Death devastated Europe, killing almost a third of its population, thought it was wonderful.

The Great War, and the viral sting in the tail that had followed on its heels, had afforded Valeri and his kind an abundance of opportunity so vast it was almost bewildering. The incredible numbers of casualties on the Western Front meant that the majority of the vampires in the world had descended on northern France throughout the war, all of them unwilling to miss out on an event that was likely never to be repeated.

Humans are stupid , thought Valeri. But I doubt that even they are stupid enough to allow another war on this scale. The damage is going to take generations to undo.

In the pitch-darkness of the battlefields, the vampires had gorged themselves. Never before had a chance existed for them to be so utterly brazen; the number of victims they took was insignificant among the roaring, churning murder of the first mechanised war, and their presence went completely undetected. After a matter of weeks or months, the majority of the vampires had returned to where they had come from, their every appetite sated. Valeri was one of the few exceptions; he simply could not tear himself away from the horror unfolding around him.

Before his turning, the eldest Rusmanov brother had been a general, commanding the Wallachian armies of Vlad Tepes III, the man the world would come to know as Count Dracula. At his master’s behest, and often on his own sadistic initiative, he had ordered innumerable torments upon enemy soldiers and innocent civilians alike, had sent his own men, who trusted him like a father, into battles he knew they would not survive.

But even he could never have conceived of the slaughter that had taken place in the four long years of war that had just been concluded: the futile senselessness of the marches across no man’s land; legions of young men obliterated by the machine guns they had been ordered to walk towards; the devastating power of landmines that were tunnelled beneath enemy trenches and exploded with a noise so huge it seemed to tear the sky, leaving nothing behind except an agonising, high-pitched whine and a soft, warm rain of mud and flesh.

As the armistices were signed, one after the other, the mood of the men that had survived their time in hell changed from fear and misery to elation and relief. Valeri, on the other hand, had felt a great sorrow; he knew that he had been witness to something unique in all of history, and its passing saddened him. Bored, he had sent to Romania for his wife, and the two of them had followed a troop train south into Italy where it was immediately obvious that the euphoria that followed the end of the war was not going to last. The flu virus that had begun to kill soldiers on the battlefields in August had accompanied the survivors home, and was hungry.

No one knew exactly how many men and women had died in Rome. A bartender Valeri had spoken to the previous evening had heard rumours that the figure was already in excess of a million and climbing fast. This would have seemed ridiculous to Valeri had he not tasted the virus himself, felt it attack his biological system with such ferocity that even his supernatural physiology had needed the better part of a day to fight it off; what it must be doing to the bodies of normal humans, he could scarcely imagine.

Valeri felt his wife’s arm tense and his mind swam back into the present. He had been lost in thought as they walked through the cold evening air of Rome, thick with the scents of rot and decay, and he had not noticed the woman approaching them on the other side of the street. Ana had, though; she had spotted her immediately, plucking her delicate scent from among the clusters of drunks and vendors that were ambling back and forth across Via Rasella, and had felt the familiar fluttering of desire in the depths of her stomach.

The woman was tall, and possessed of the milky white skin and smooth lines of youth. Her black hair fell in a loose ponytail over her right shoulder and came to rest on the shelf of her breasts, where the application of a whalebone corset had engineered a startling cleavage. She walked quickly, her head lowered against the leering glances and whistles of the men she passed, her hands clasped together in front of her, the heels of her shoes clattering rapidly on the cobbled street.

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