Part 14 (2/2)
”How did you do that?” Debbie squealed.
”You pick up more than dust when you're on the road,” I said, winking at her.
”It was a fake spoon!” Jesse roared. ”He's putting us on.”
”Give me yours,” I told him. He hesitated, tested his spoon to make sure it was real, then pa.s.sed it over. It didn't take long to gulp it down, my tough vampire teeth making quick work of it.
”That's incredible!” Jesse gasped, clapping wildly. ”Let's try a ladle.”
”Hold it!” Donna yelled as Jesse reached across the table. ”These are part of a set and hard to replace. You'll be letting him loose on my grandmother's good china next.”
”Why not?” Jesse said. ”I never really liked those old plates.”
”Watch it,” Donna warned, tweaking his nose, ”or I'll make you eat the plates.”
Debbie was smiling, and she leaned over to squeeze my hand.
”I feel thirsty after those spoons,” I joked, rising to my feet. ”I think it's time for the wine now.” I paused. ”Is it okay for Debbie and me to have some wine?”
Donna hesitated, but Jesse smiled and said, ”Come on, Donna - it's Christmas!”
”Well... okay.” Donna sighed. ”But just this once.” She looked up at me. ”Do you want me to open the bottle?” she asked, getting up.
”On second thought, not at all,” I said, gently pus.h.i.+ng her back down. ”You've been serving all afternoon. It's time someone waited on you for a change.”
”Hear that?” Donna beamed at the other two. ”I think I'll exchange Debbie for Darren. He'd be much more useful to have around.” ”That's it!” Debbie snorted. ”No presents for you tomorrow!”
I was smiling to myself as I grabbed the wine from the fridge and peeled back the tinfoil from the top. The corkscrew was in the sink. I rinsed it, then opened the bottle. I sniffed - I didn't know much about wine, but it certainly smelled nice - and found four clean gla.s.ses. I went through my pockets for a couple of seconds, then fiddled with three of the gla.s.ses. Next I poured the wine and returned to the table.
”Hurray!” Jesse shouted when he saw me coming.
”What took you so long?” Debbie asked. ”We were about to send a search party to look for you.”
”Took me a while to get the cork out,” I said. ”I'm not used to it.”
”You should have just bitten the top off,” Jesse joked.
”I didn't think of that,” I said seriously. ”I'll do it next time. Thanks for the advice.”
Jesse stared at me uncertainly. ”You almost had me going!” He laughed suddenly, shaking a finger. ”You almost had me going!”
His repet.i.tion reminded me momentarily of Murlough, but I quickly put all thoughts of the vampaneze out of my mind and raised my gla.s.s.
”A toast,” I declared. ”To the Hemlocks. Their name might be poison, but their hospitality is first cla.s.s. Cheers!” I'd rehea.r.s.ed the toast earlier, and it came out as well as I'd hoped. They groaned, then laughed and raised their gla.s.ses, clinking them against mine.
”Cheers,” Debbie said.
”Cheers,” Donna added.
”Bottoms up!” Jesse chuckled.
And we took a sip.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
Late on Christmas Eve. Down in the tunnels.
We'd been searching for a couple of hours, but it felt longer. We were sweating and covered with dirt, our feet and pants soaked through with filthy water. We were moving as fast as we could, making a lot of noise in the process.
My ribs hurt to begin with, but I was over the worst of it now and barely noticed the stabbing pain as I bent and crouched down and twisted.
”Slow down!” Mr. Crepsley hissed several times. ”He will hear us if you keep this up. We must be more careful.”
”To h.e.l.l with being careful!” I yelled back. ”This is our last chance to find him.
We've got to cover as much ground as possible. I don't care how much noise we make.”
”But if Murlough hears us -” Mr. Crepsley began. ”We'll chop off his head and stuff it with garlic!” I snarled, and moved ahead even faster, making still more noise.
Soon we reached a particularly large tunnel. The water level was higher in most of the tunnels than it had been the night before, because of the melting snow on the ground, but this one was dry. Maybe it was an emergency pipe, in case the others overflowed.
”We will rest here,” Mr. Crepsley said, collapsing. The search was harder for him than for me, since he was taller and had to bend more.
”We don't have time for a rest,” I snapped. ”Do you think Murlough is resting?”
”Darren, you must calm down,” Mr. Crepsley said. ”I understand your agitation, but we cannot help Evra by panicking. You are tired, as am I. A few minutes will make no difference, one way or the other.”
”You don't care, do you?” I whined. ”Evra's down here somewhere, being tormented or cooked, and all you're worried about are your tired old legs.”
”They are old,” Mr. Crepsley growled, ”and they are tired, and so, I am sure, are yours. Sit down and stop acting like a child. If we are destined to find Evra, we shall. If not...”
I snarled hatefully at the vampire and stepped in front of him. ”Give me that flashlight,” I said, trying to rip it out of his hands. I'd dropped mine earlier and broken it. ”I'll go on ahead by myself. You sit here and rest. I'll find Evra on my own.”
”Stop it,” Mr. Crepsley said, pus.h.i.+ng me away. ”You are behaving intolerably.
Calm down and ”
I gave a ferocious tug and the flashlight flew out of Mr. Crepsley's hands. It also spun out of mine, and shattered to pieces against the tunnel wall. We were thrust into complete darkness.
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