Necroscope II Wamphyri(Vampyri) - By Brian Lumley Page 0,93

before you! And what is that for destiny?'

I shook my head. 'Powerful? In thrall to the Ferenczy? Surely you mean powerless! For if I'm to be his man, then how may I be my own? No, that shall not be the way of it. While yet I have my will, I shall find a way.' I prodded my chest and grimaced. 'How long before... before this thing within commands me? How much time do I have before the guest overpowers the host?'

Slowly, sadly I thought, he shook his head. 'You insist on making difficulties,' he said. 'The Ferenczy told me it would be so. Because you are wild and wilful, he said. You will be your own man, Thibor! It shall be like this: that the thing within cannot exist without you, nor you without it. But where before you were merely a man, with a man's frailties and puny passions, now you shall be - '

'Hold!' I told him, my memory suddenly whispering monstrous things in my mind. 'He told me... he said

that he was sexless! He said: "The Wamphyri have no sex as such." And you talk to me of my "puny passions?"'

'As one of the Wamphyri,' Ehrig patiently insisted, as doubtless the Ferenczy had ordered him to insist, 'you will have the sex of the host. And you are that host! You will also have your lust, your great strength and cunning

- all of your passions - but magnified many times over! Picture yourself pitting your wits against your enemies, or boundlessly strong in battle, or utterly untiring in bed!'

My emotions raged within me. Ah! But could I be sure they were mine? Entirely mine? 'But - it - will - not - be - me!' Emphasising each word, I slammed my balled fist again and again into the stone wall, until blood flowed freely from my riven knuckles.

'But it will be you,' he repeated, drawing near, staring at my bloodied hand and licking his lips. 'Aye, hot blood and all. The vampire in you will heal that in a very little while. But, until then, let me tend to it.' He took my hand and tried to lick the salt blood.

I hurled him away. 'Keep your vampire's tongue to yourself!' I cried.

And with a sudden thrill of horror, perhaps for the first time, I began to truly understand what he had become. And what I was becoming. For I had seen that look of entirely unnatural lust on his face, and I had suddenly remembered that once there were three of us. .

I looked all around the dungeon, into all of the corners and cobwebbed shadows, and my changeling eyes penetrated even the darkest gloom.! looked everywhere and failed to discover what I sought. Then I turned back to Ehrig. He saw my expression, began to back away from me. 'Ehrig,' I said, following, closing with him. 'Now tell me, pray - what has become of the poor mutilated body of Vasily? Where, pray, is the corpse of our former colleague, the slender, ever aggressive... Vasily?'

In a corner, Ehrig had tripped on something. He stumbled, fell - amidst a small pile of bones flensed almost white. Human bones.

After long moments I found voice. 'Vasily?'

Ehrig nodded, shrank back from me, scuttling like a crab on the floor. 'The Ferenczy, he... he has not fed us!' he pleaded.

I let my head slump, turned away in disgust. Ehrig scrambled to his feet, carefully approached. 'Keep well away,' I warned him, my voice low and filled with loathing. 'Why did you not break the bones, for their marrow?'

'Ah, no!' said Ehrig, as if explaining to a child. 'The Ferenczy told me to leave Vasily's bones for... for the burrower in the earth, that which took shape in old Arvos and consumed him. It will come for them when all is quiet. When we are asleep. .

'Sleep?' I barked, turning on him. 'You think I'll sleep? Here? With you in the same cell?'

He turned away, shoulders slumping. 'Ah, you are the proud one, Thibor. As I was proud. It goes before a fall, they say. Your time is still to come. As for me, I will not harm you. Even if I dared, if my hunger was such that

but I would not dare. The Ferenczy would cut me into small pieces and burn each one with fire. That is his threat. Anyway, I love you as a brother.'

'As you loved Vasily?' I scowled at him where he gazed at me over