Skulduggery Pleasant: Books 1 - 12. Derek Landy

and sprang off its haunches, and Stephanie shrank back as it passed the pillar and took off through the archway, joining the hunt for the intruder.

      The gun was surprisingly heavy in her hand as Stephanie crept out and started running for the main hall. Her footsteps echoed loudly in the dark corridors but she didn’t care – the only thing going through her mind was the fact that she needed to get out. She took each corner quickly, knowing the threat was behind her, and every time she took a corner she let herself glance back.

      Empty corridor. Nothing coming for her. Not yet.

      She was approaching the Main Hall. Just a few more turns and she’d be there. She tucked the gun into her coat – she’d need both hands to strap herself into the harness. She turned the next corner and skidded to a stop.

      No. No, this couldn’t be right.

      She looked up at the blank wall, her eyes wide. This couldn’t be right. This wall should not have been here.

      She’d taken a wrong turn. She’d taken a wrong turn in this stupid gallery and now she didn’t know where she was. She was lost.

      She turned away from the dead end, wanting to scream at herself in frustration. She hurried back the way she had come, glancing through every arch and doorway she passed, looking for something she recognised. Everything looked the same in the gloom. Why weren’t there any signs? Where were the signs?

      There was an intersecting corridor up ahead. Could that be it? Stephanie tried remembering their trail from the hall to the iron door and mentally reversing it. Had they turned at an intersecting corridor? She cursed herself for not paying attention, cursed herself for relying on Skulduggery to lead the way. They must have come from there. Every turn behind her seemed to lead to the dead end, so they must have come from there.

      She was ten paces from the intersecting corridor when the vampire emerged from a small hall up ahead. It saw her instantly. She didn’t even have time to duck down.

      The corridor was ten paces away. The vampire was about thirty paces beyond that. She couldn’t go back. If she went back she’d be cut off. She had to go forward. She didn’t have a choice.

      Stephanie bolted. The vampire kicked off and bounded towards her. It was going to cover the thirty paces faster than she would cover the ten. They ran straight at each other and the vampire leaped. Stephanie dropped and slid beneath it and she felt the rushing air as it passed overhead. She came out of the slide on her feet and twisted her body, then sprinted down the intersecting corridor. This was it.

      She recognised the statue. Only a few more turns.

      She heard the vampire behind her. Every corner she turned cost her precious moments, but the vampire just leaped to the outer wall and sprang diagonally to the wall beyond the corner.

      It was closing the distance between them.

      Stephanie burst through the doors to the main hall and Skulduggery was there, launching himself at the vampire as it reached for her. They crashed backwards and tumbled.

      “Get out of here!” Skulduggery shouted, kicking the vampire away and scrambling to his feet.

      Stephanie grabbed the harness and hit the button. Her arms were almost jerked out of their sockets as the harness withdrew. She rose to the skylight too fast, and when the harness hit the top she lost her grip. She managed to get one hand around the edge of the skylight as her body swung wildly.

      Her other hand clawed on and she gritted her teeth and pulled herself up. Her head and shoulders emerged into the night air, and she hauled herself up the rest of the way to tumble out on to the roof. Fighting to catch her breath, she immediately went back to the skylight and looked down, just in time to see the vampire leap.

      She cried out and fell backwards as the vampire burst through the closed section of the skylight, showering her with glass. It hit the roof in a crouch. Stephanie didn’t even have time to get to her feet before it dived at her.

      She turned away and its claws raked across her coat but didn’t penetrate the material, although the impact slammed her to the roof again. The vampire overshot but spun as soon as it landed, snarling. Its fangs dripped with saliva and its eyes locked on to hers.

      For a moment neither of them made a move, then Stephanie slowly got to her hands and knees. The vampire hissed, but she didn’t break eye contact. She tucked her feet beneath her and squatted. The vampire was waiting for her to make a sudden move. The gun was in her pocket but she didn’t go for it.

      Stephanie moved slowly. She kept her eyes open, didn’t blink, didn’t do anything that might give it an excuse to resume its attack. Her knees straightened, though she stayed bent over. She took her first step, to her left. The vampire moved with her.

      Its eyes blazed with sheer animal ferocity. All it wanted to do was rip her apart. All it wanted was her complete and utter annihilation. She forced herself to keep calm.

      “Easy, boy,” she said softly and the vampire snapped at the air. Its claws clicked against themselves. Even though they hadn’t pierced her coat, her back was throbbing in pain. She knew that if it hadn’t been for whatever material this coat was made from, that single swipe would have killed her.

      The vampire began moving towards her. Stephanie started to back away but the moment she tried moving her foot behind her, the vampire’s hackles rose. She froze. If it leaped from that distance it would be on her before she knew what was happening. It kept coming, moving slowly, stalking its prey.

      The second skylight exploded and then everything was happening too fast.

      The vampire broke its eye-lock and lunged but Stephanie was already moving, twisting to the side as the claws lacerated the space where she had just been. The other vampire was on the roof and closing in, and Stephanie sprinted for the edge of the building and she jumped.

      Her legs hit branches and she flipped over and was crashing headlong into the tree and falling. She smacked from one branch to the next, each impact spinning her and making her cry out. She hit a branch with her ribs and the breath rushed out of her and still she fell, then there were no more branches and for a moment it was just her and the sound of rushing air, and then the ground slammed into her from behind.

      Stephanie lay on the grass, trying to breathe. She could see the tree; she could see the gallery; she could see the sky. Something was falling towards her. Two things, two figures, dropping from the edge of the building. The vampires hit the ground and came at her.

      The window to her left shattered and the security alarm pierced the night. Skulduggery landed in front of her. He thrust his hand out and the air shimmered and he caught one of the vampires, sending it hurtling back. The second one kept coming and Skulduggery threw fire at it but it leaped, cleared the flame and landed with both feet on Skulduggery’s chest. They went down and Stephanie’s body started obeying her again. She got up, still struggling to breathe. The vampire swiped and Skulduggery’s shirt parted and he cried out in pain.

      Stephanie wrapped both arms around the vampire’s neck and pulled back. It hissed and flailed and Stephanie stumbled back to avoid its claws. Skulduggery sat up and he pressed his hand against the vampire. The vampire shot backwards like it had been fired from a cannon. It hit the wall of the building with a sickening thwack and fell to the ground and didn’t get up. Stephanie grabbed Skulduggery’s arm and dragged him to his feet, and they ran for the car.

       13

      THE RED RIGHT HAND

      ow are you?”

      Stephanie shrugged and managed not to wince.

      Her entire body ached. “I’m good,” she lied.

      Skulduggery glanced at