"You blasphemer, " she said. "You cursed profaner. "
"Don't be a fool for the devil, darling! " I sneered. We were eye to eye. "Unless he treats you a damn sight better than the Almighty! "
She laughed. Or rather she started to laugh, and she stopped as if she weren't allowed to laugh. What a gay and interesting little get-together this was going to be! We were going lower and lower into the earth. Flickering light, the scrape of their bare feet on the dirt, filthy rags brushing my face. For an instant, I saw a grinning skull. Then another, then a heap of them filling a niche in the wall. I tried to wrench free and my foot hit another heap and sent the bones clattering on the stairs. The vampires tightened their grip, trying to lift us higher. Now we passed the ghastly spectacle of rotted corpses fixed in the walls like statues, bones swathed in rotted rags.
"This is too disgusting'. " I said with my teeth clenched. We had come to the foot of the steps and were being carried through a great catacomb. I could hear the low rapid beat of kettledrums. Torches blazed ahead, and over a chorus of mournful wails, there came other cries, distant but filled with pain. Yet something beyond these puzzling cries had caught my attention. Amid all the foulness, I sensed a mortal was near. It was Nicolas and he was alive and I could hear him, vulnerable current of his thoughts mingled with his scent. And something was terribly wrong with his thoughts. They were chaos. I couldn't know if Gabrielle had caught it. We were quite suddenly thrown down together, in the dust. And the others backed away from us. I climbed to my feet, lifting Gabrielle with me. And I saw that we were in a great domed chamber, scarcely illuminated by three torches which the vampires held to form a triangle, in the center of which we stood. Something huge and black to the back of the chamber; smell of wood and pitch, smell of damp, moldering cloth, smell of living mortal. Nicolas there. Gabrielle's hair had come loose entirely from the ribbon, and it fell around her shoulders as she cleaved to me, looking about with seemingly calm, cautious eyes. Wails rose all around us, but the most piercing supplications came from those other beings we had heard before, creatures somewhere deep in the earth. And I realized these were entombed vampires screaming, screaming for blood, and screaming for forgiveness and release, screaming even for the fires of hell. The sound was as unbearable as the stench. No real thoughts from Nicki, only the formless shimmer of his mind. Was he dreaming? Was he mad? The roll of the drums was very loud and very close, and yet those screams pierced the rumbling again and again without rhythm or warning. The wailing of those nearest us died away, but the drums went on, the pounding suddenly coming from inside my head. Trying desperately not to clamp my hands to my ears, I looked about. A great circle had been formed, and there were ten of them at least, these creatures. I saw young ones, old ones, men and women, a young boy-and all clothed in the remnants of human garments, caked with earth, feet bare, hair tangled with filth. There was the woman I had spoken to on the stairs, her well-shaped body clothed in a filthy robe, her quick black eyes glinting like jewels in the dirt as she studied us. And beyond these, the advance guard, were a pair in the shadows beating the kettledrums. I begged silently for strength. I tried to hear Nicolas without actually thinking of him. Solemn vow: l shall get us all out of here, though at the moment I do not know exactly how. The drumbeat was slowing, becoming an ugly cadence that made the alien feeling of fear a fist against my throat.
One of the torchbearers approached. I could feel the anticipation of the others, a palpable excitement as the flames were thrust at me. I snatched the torch from the creature, twisting his right hand until he was flung down on his knees. With a hard kick, I sent him sprawling, and as the others rushed in, I swung the torch wide driving them back. Then defiantly, I threw down the torch. This caught them off guard and I sensed a sudden quietness. The excitement was drained away, or rather it had lapsed into something more patient and less volatile. The drums beat insistently, but it seemed they were ignoring the drums. They were staring at the buckles on our shoes, at our hair, and at our faces, with such distress they appeared menacing and hungry. And the young boy, with a look of anguish, reached out to touch Gabrielle.
"Get back! " I hissed. And he obeyed, snatching up the torch from the ground as he did. But I knew it for certain now-we were surrounded by envy and curiosity, and this was the strongest advantage we possessed. I looked from one to the other of them. And quite slowly, I commenced to brush the filth from my frock coat and breeches. I smoothed my cloak as I straightened my shoulders. Then I ran a hand through my hair, and stood with my arms folded, the picture of righteous dignity, gazing about. Gabrielle gave a faint smile. She stood composed, her hand on the hilt of her sword. The effect of this on the others was universal amazement. The dark-eyed female was enthralled. I winked at her. She would have been gorgeous if someone had thrown her into a waterfall and held her there for half an hour and I told her so silently. She took two steps backwards and pulled closed her robe over her breasts. Interesting. Very interesting indeed.
"What is the explanation for all this? " I asked, staring at them one by one as if they were quite peculiar. Again Gabrielle gave her faint smile.
"What are you meant to be? " I demanded. "The images of chain- rattling ghosts who haunt cemeteries and ancient castles? " They were glancing to one another, getting uneasy. The drums had stopped.
"My childhood nurse many a time thrilled me with tales of such fiends, " I said. "Told me they might at any moment leap out of the suits of armor in our house to carry me away screaming. " I stomped my foot and dashed forward. "IS THAT WHAT YOU ARE? " They shrieked and shrank back. The black-eyed woman didn't move, however. I laughed softly.
"And your bodies are just like ours, aren't they? " I asked slowly. "Smooth, without flaw, and in your eyes I can see evidence of my own powers. Most strange... " Confusion coming from them. And the howling in the walls seemed fainter as if the entombed were listening in spite of their pain.
"Is it great fun living in filth and stench such as this? " I asked. "Is that why you do it? " Fear. Envy again. How had we managed to escape their fate?
"Our leader is Satan, " said the dark-eyed woman sharply. Cultured voice. She'd been something to reckon with when she was mortal. "And we serve Satan as we are meant to do. "
"Why? " I asked politely. Consternation all around. Faint shimmer of Nicolas. Agitation without direction. Had he heard my voice?
"You will bring down the wrath of God on all of us with your defiance, " said the boy, the smallest of them, who couldn't have been more than sixteen when he was made. "In vanity and wickedness you disregard the Dark Ways. You live among mortals! You walk in the places of light. "
"And why don't you? " I asked. "Are you to go to heaven on white wings when this penitential sojourn of yours is ended? Is that what Satan promises? Salvation? I wouldn't count on it, if I were you. "
"You will be thrown into the pit of hell for your sins! " said one of the others, a tiny hag of a woman. "You will have power to do evil on earth no more. "
"When is that supposed to happen? " I asked. "For half a year I've been what I am. God and Satan have not troubled me! It is you who trouble me! " They were paralyzed for the moment. Why hadn't we been struck dead when we entered the churches? How could we be what we were? It was very likely they could have been scattered now and beaten. But what about Nicki? If only his thoughts were directed,
I could have gained some image of exactly what lay behind that great heap of moldering black cloth. I kept my eyes on the vampires.
Wood, pitch, a pyre there surely. And these damned torches. The dark-eyed woman edged in. No malice, only fascination. But the boy pushed her to the side, infuriating her. He stepped so close I could feel his breath on my face: