can be seen in mirrors. But they do avoid daylight, and they do use blood. I say âuseâ, because I donât believe they ingest food like any otherââ
âOf Godâs creatures?â
He nodded.
June gazed at where those bare feet had slammed down into the fire. âWhat if he comes back? What then?â
âMy feeling is that your father ⦠if that was your father ⦠needed confirmation of what he saw out there in the forest before he tried to drown me.â
âYou mean he wanted to take a second look? To make sure it was me?â
Tom nodded again. âDid you recognize him?â
âNot with all those flames rushing up over his face. Besides, Iâve never actually met him. Heâd gone before I was even born. All Iâve got are photographs.â
âDid you have at least an impression that it might be your father?â
June gave a shudder that went down to the roots of her bones. âHis eyes ⦠my God ⦠I might have recognized those, because theyâre as blue as mine in the photos. But his eyes were white, completely white, apart from the pupil.â Her chest heaved as if she were close to having a panic attack. âIâve never seen anything as terrifying.â
In an attempt to appear reassuring, he said, âIâll check the windows are secure. We donât want any more of those things trying to get in.â
âVampires,â she said with feeling. âDonât be shy about calling them vampires. We need certainty about what weâre dealing with here.â
âSo you believe what I told you?â
âYes, I do.â She gave a faint smile. âNow go and check the windows. Iâll feel better if I know that those
vampires
arenât creeping into the bedrooms.â
Tom Westonby soon confirmed that everything was secure. He took a peek out through the blinds â all he could see were trees.
When he returned to the lounge June Valko asked bluntly, âHow long have you known that there are vampires in this forest?â
âFive years.â
âYou said theyâve never bothered you before?â
âFrankly, they always struck me as being ineffectual ⦠in fact, completely harmless. If I caught a glimpse of them they simply stood there without moving. Like bizarre statues.â
âIf they never attacked you before, whatâs changed?â
âAs I said, the answer is simple. Itâs because of you.â
âWhy?â
âThose things out there were once members of the Bekk family. As far as I know, youâre now the only person alive ⦠genuinely alive, that is, not a vampire ⦠who is a living descendent of the Bekk bloodline.â
âI live over a hundred miles away in Manchester. You said that any Bekk who left this valley would become a vampire. Why am I not a vampire?â
âYou were born in a different part of the country. Maybe that changed your biology to prevent the transformation.â
âBut I have Bekk blood in my veins. Viking blood?â
He shrugged. âTo be honest, I donât know what rules apply to the transformation. What governs those vampires out in the forest arenât natural laws. As far as Iâm concerned, theyâre walking mysteries, wrapped up in even more mysteries.â
âIs this what happened to your wife? Did Nicola Bekk change?â
He couldnât even bring himself to say âyesâ, the memory of seeing the blue fade out of her eyes still hurt with such a furious intensity. A lump formed in his throat. After a moment he managed to nod. âThen she was taken away.â He took a deep breath. âIt was the night the village was flooded. He took her.â He nodded at a slab of rock set into the wall.
âHe?â
âHelsvir.â
She followed the direction of his gaze. When she saw the slab with its carving of a strange creature she looked dumbfounded.