‘What are you saying?’
Males and females. Oh, no, Dragosani. If Nature had saddled us with that problem then surely were we long extinct. . .
‘But you are a male. I know you are!’
My human host was a male.
Dragosani’s eyes were now very wide in the dark. Something inside urged him to flee – but from what? He knew that the Thing in the ground could not – dared not – harm him. ‘Then . . . you’re a female?’
/ thought I had explained adequately. I am neither one nor the other . . .
Dragosani wasn’t sure of the term. ‘Hermaphrodite?’
No.
‘Then asexual? Agamic!’
A pearly droplet was forming on the pallid, pulsating tip of the leprous tentacle where it protruded from the hole in the tree above Dragosani’s head. As it grew it became pear-shaped, hung downward, began to quiver. Above it a crimson eye formed, gazed lidlessly, full of rapt intent.
‘But what of your lust on the night we took the girl?’
Your lust, Dragosani.
‘And all the women you had in your life?’
My energy, but my host’s lust!
‘But -‘
AHHHH! the voice in Dragosani’s mind suddenly gave a great groan. My son, my son – it is nearly finished! It is almost over!
Alarmed, the necromancer advanced yet again to the edge of the circle. The voice was so weak, so despairing, so filled with pain. ‘What is it? What’s wrong? Here, more food!’ He slit the second bird’s throat, threw its twitching corpse down. The red blood was sucked up by the earth. The Thing in the ground drank deep.
Dragosani waited, and: Ahhhh!
But now the necromancer’s scalp fairly tingled. For suddenly he sensed great strength in the vampire – and even greater cunning. Quickly he stepped back – and in that same instant of time the pearly droplet overhead turned scarlet and fell!
It landed on the back of Dragosani’s neck just below the high collar-line. He felt it. It could have been a drop of moisture fallen from the tree, except it was totally dry here; or it could be a bird dropping, if he had ever seen a bird in this place. In any case, his hand automatically went to his neck to wipe it away – and found nothing. The vampire egg needed no ovipositor. Like quicksilver it had soaked straight through the skin. Now it explored the spinal column.
In the next moment Dragosani felt the pain and bounded from the tree. He found himself within what he had thought to be the danger area – bounded again as the pain increased. This time he was incapable of directing himself; he ran from the circle, blindly colliding with the boles of trees where they stood in his path; he tripped and fell, rolling headlong. And always the pain in his skull, the pressure on his spine, the fire lancing through his veins like acid.
Panic gripped him, the worst panic he had ever known in his entire life. He felt that he was dying, that his seizure – whatever its cause – must surely kill him. It felt as though his internal organs were bursting, as though his brain were on fire!
Within him, the vampire seed had found a resting place in his chest cavity. It ceased exploring, settled to sleep. Its initial fumblings had been the spastic kicking of the newborn, but now it was warm and safe and desired only to rest.
The agony went out of Dragosani in an instant, and so great was his relief that his system completely lost its balance. Drowning in the sheer pleasure of painlessness, he blacked out.
Harry Keogh lay sprawled upon his bed, sweat plastering his sandy hair to his forehead, his limbs twitching fitfully now and then in response to a dream which was something more than a dream. In life his mother had been a psychic medium of some repute, and death had not changed her; if anything it had improved her talent. Often over the years she’d visited Harry in his sleep, even as she visited him now. Harry dreamed that they stood in a summer garden together: the garden of the house in Bonnyrigg, where beyond the fence the river swirled its sluggish way between banks grown green with the hot sun and lush from the richness of the river. It was a dream of sharp contrasts and vivid colours. She was young again, a mere girl, and he might well be her young lover rather than her son. But in his dream their relationship was distinct, and as always she was worried for him.