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Dracula, and slitting his throat with an American cowboy’s knife was not it. I almost didn’t dare ask, but I knew the chance was never going to come again, so I swallowed hard, and I asked him how to kill the first vampire that ever existed. He didn’t even flinch; he told me that only Dracula’s first victim could destroy him. So I laughed, and said that he was pretty safe, as Valeri would never let himself be used against his master. And Valentin went very still, and looked at me in a way that made me think I’d pushed my luck. I remember thinking very clearly that he was going to kill me. I don’t think he wanted to, but I thought I’d given him no other choice. But then he laughed, and said that Valeri was not as important as Valeri thought he was. When I asked him what he meant, he shook his head, and refused to say anything more. Then the sun crept on to the roof of the building, and we went inside. I haven’t seen him since, although I’m led to believe that, apart from the fashions, little has changed in Valentin’s world.”

      “What did he mean when he said that Valeri isn’t as important as he likes to think?” asked Jamie. “What did he mean by that?”

      Grey looked at the teenager. “I can’t pretend to know for certain,” he replied. “I’ve come to believe that the accepted story – that Valeri was the first human turned by Dracula – is just that, a story. I believe that’s what Valentin meant.”

      “If Valeri wasn’t Dracula’s first victim, who was?” asked Morris.

      “I don’t know,” replied Grey. “I’ve thought about that night from time to time, but I’ve never taken it any further. I busied myself with Valhalla, and the outside world became less and less interesting.”

      “Apart from when it came to the blood of teenage girls,” said Larissa, sharply.

      “Indeed,” said Grey, and had the decency to look embarrassed as he did so.

      “Well, that was fascinating,” said Frankenstein, sarcasm thick in his voice. “But it amounts to nothing more than half a solution for a problem that isn’t going to arise. So forgive me if I fail to see why we should waste any more time here.”

      “Why are you looking for Alexandru?” Grey asked Jamie, ignoring the monster. “Most men would do everything in their power to avoid him.”

      “He has my mother,” said Jamie.

      For a long moment, no one said anything, then Grey spoke again. “I wish I could help you,” he said, looking directly at Jamie. “If I could, I would; you may believe that or not. I won’t hold it against you, either way. But I will do something that I should have done a long time ago, something that I believe will help you in the long run, no matter what your friend may think. I will go and find the person that I believe Valentin was referring to, the first victim, and I will bring him to you. Consider it penance, for past crimes.”

      “Thank you,” said Jamie.

      “Let’s go,” said Frankenstein, abruptly. “There is nothing of value for us here.”

      He headed for the study door, and Morris followed. Jamie gripped Larissa’s shoulder; the vampire girl was staring at Grey, and showed no sign of leaving.

      “Come on,” he said, softly. “Let’s go.”

      She resisted for a second, then the muscles in her shoulders relaxed and she allowed Jamie to lead her towards the door. They were about to leave when Grey called her name, and she turned back.

      “I’m sorry for what I did to you,” he said, softly. “I know that doesn’t mean anything to you, but it’s the truth.”

      “You’re right,” Larissa replied. “It doesn’t mean anything to me.”

      Chapter 32

      WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?

      Larissa opened her mouth to say something, but never got the chance. Jamie pulled the metal stake from his belt, gripped her by the neck, and slammed her backwards into the black metal side of the helicopter. Her head bounced against it, and she was momentarily dazed. Her eyes reddened involuntarily, and a low snarl emerged from her throat.

      “Take us to the last place you were with Alexandru,” said Jamie. His voice was almost unrecognisable, it was so thick with anger. “You got what you wanted, so take us there. Right now.”

      Larissa was impressed. Fury radiated from Jamie’s pores, rising from him like a dark cloud, but his face was pale and the hand holding the stake was steady. She knew she could kill him without breaking a sweat if she had to, but for a split second when he grabbed her throat, she had been afraid. She hadn’t felt fear for a long time, and it was invigorating.

       He’s exhausted. But he’s still determined. Still full of courage.

      “Put the stake down,” she said. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

      He pressed the sharp metal point forward, against the pale skin of her throat.

      “I don’t want to,” he said. “That doesn’t mean I won’t.”

      Their eyes met, in a moment that seemed to last forever; his pale blue, the colour of ice, hers the raging, flickering red of a wildfire.

      He’s close to breaking point, she thought. He might actually try it.

      “OK,” she said. “I’ll take you.”

      Silence reigned in the helicopter as they flew southeast, towards the destination Larissa had given the pilot. They were heading for a farm in Lincolnshire, a remote spot in the flat East Anglian countryside. There, Larissa promised, was the house in which she, Alexandru and the rest of his followers had spent the days before the attack on Jamie and his mother. Frankenstein’s eyes hardly left the vampire during the hour-long flight. He gazed at her with open loathing, and open distrust. Jamie stared at the floor, shame filling his mind.

       I thought there was something between us. I believed in her. Stupid.

      The realisation of why Larissa had led them north, and the surge of adrenaline that had seen him press the stake against her throat, had exhausted him. He felt tired, and useless. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms, and caught Thomas Morris looking at him.

      “What?” he snapped. “What is it, Tom?”

      Morris didn’t look away, like Jamie had been expecting him to do. Instead he held the teenager’s gaze for a long moment, then shook his head, grunted something inaudible, and averted his eyes.

       Tom told me this was a bad idea. Even he could see she was playing me.

      “Shut up,” Jamie whispered, and Larissa turned to look at him. She cocked her head, but he looked away; he couldn’t bear to see her, was struggling to tolerate being anywhere near her. She reached over and touched his arm, and when he looked into her pale, beautiful face, she smiled at him, an expression of placation, of apology. He didn’t return it; he just stared into her wide eyes, and waited for her to drop her gaze. After a few seconds, she did so, and he returned his eyes to the floor of the helicopter.

      “Ninety seconds,” said the pilot, his voice crackling over the intercom.

      Frankenstein reached above his seat and pulled his helmet down into his lap. He drew the weapons from his belt and checked them quickly, before replacing them in their loops and holsters. Morris did the same, removing the magazine from his MP5, checking it, and clicking it back into place.

      “You won’t need those,” said Larissa. “There won’t be anyone here.”

      “This may be a surprise to you,” replied Frankenstein. “But I don’t believe a single word that comes out of your mouth.”

      Larissa laughed. “You think I care whether you believe me?” she asked.

      “No,” replied Frankenstein. “I’m sure you don’t. But I am sure you care what he thinks.” He gestured towards Jamie,

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