Skulduggery Pleasant: Books 4 - 6. Derek Landy

silently.

      “Dusk,” she managed to say. “He’s up there.”

      The only floors that didn’t have a line of people at the balconies were the eleventh and the thirteenth, but now she could see movement on the uppermost floor. People were climbing over the railing. Eight of them.

      They let themselves go.

      They fell gracefully, three stories at a time, balcony to balcony, pausing only momentarily before allowing themselves to continue down. Then half of them sprang, propelling themselves away from the building, and the others waited a heartbeat and then dived. All eight vampires flipped and landed in a perfect circle surrounding Skulduggery and Valkyrie.

      The vampires smiled at them, not even out of breath.

      Moloch came down last, carrying something big over his shoulder. He got to the fourth-floor balcony and let it drop. It tumbled and spun as it fell, and she saw that it was Caelan. He hit the ground hard and lay there, unconscious and bleeding.

      Moloch landed. The ring of vampires parted and he walked through.

      “Give Dusk to us,” Skulduggery said.

      “He’s already gone,” Moloch responded.

      Skulduggery nodded, considering what he was going to say next, and then his gun flashed from his jacket and Moloch batted it from his hand. Another vampire caught it. One of them laughed.

      “You won’t kill us,” Skulduggery told Moloch.

      “Really?” Moloch said. “Why not?”

      “Because you won’t be able to. And then we will come back with an army of Cleavers and tear these towers down around you. We want Dusk.”

      “I’ve helped you all I can,” Moloch shrugged.

      “Helped us? You tried to kill Valkyrie.”

      “No, I didn’t. I put her in a situation where she might die, yeah, but I didn’t try to kill her. Did you get what you needed, young one?”

      Valkyrie met his eyes. “He just said a castle.”

      “There you go then. He was brought to a castle. That’s a clue, isn’t it? I mean, how many castles are there around here? Not that many, I’d wager.”

      “When we take down Dusk,” Skulduggery said, “we’re going to take down everyone who stands with him.”

      The amusement left Moloch’s face. “We don’t stand with him, skeleton. He made us an offer and if certain things go certain ways, we’ll be considering it. If you happen to take him down before that, so be it.”

      “Then what was he doing here?”

      “Requesting some of the Infected to bring home, to replace the lads lost in the Sanctuary raid. Apparently, he can’t afford to be waiting the two nights it takes to turn vampires on his own.”

      “And did you give him your Infected?”

      “Of course not. He wasn’t exactly happy about it, but there you go.”

      Skulduggery held out his hand to the vampire with his gun. Moloch nodded assent and the gun was returned. Skulduggery slid it into his holster.

      “We’re going to be watching you,” he said.

      “Of course you are,” Moloch replied, bitterness in his voice. At an unseen signal, the eight vampires left them, walking silently from the square. “Take Caelan with you when you leave,” Moloch continued. “He’s used up any good grace I have left. Tell him never to come back here.”

      Skulduggery nodded and they watched him go.

      They’d left Caelan at the storage facility, and he had limped from the car without looking back. Valkyrie felt bad – he’d been hurt because of them after all. But they couldn’t bring him with them to see Kenspeckle Grouse, not with the Professor’s vampire phobia at an all-time high lately.

      They parked at the back of the old Hibernian Cinema and walked in. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, the pain from the hand Valkyrie had broken while punching was shooting through her. She cradled her arm as she followed Skulduggery up on to the stage and through the door projected on to the screen.

      They took the first corridor to their right, almost bumping into Clarabelle. She held two long test tubes, one in each hand, both filled with a clear liquid.

      “Hi, Clarabelle,” Valkyrie said. “Is the Professor in?”

      Clarabelle’s eyes were moving between the test tubes. “Safe, unsafe. Safe, unsafe. Left one safe, right one unsafe. Left safe, right unsafe.” She looked up and smiled brightly. “Hello, Valkyrie! Hello, Skulduggery! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

      “Well,” Skulduggery said, “I’ve been—”

      “It’s been weeks, hasn’t it?” Clarabelle continued and laughed. “It’s probably only been a few days, but it feels like it’s been weeks! I’d take that as a compliment if I were you!”

      “I’ll try,” Skulduggery murmured.

      Clarabelle looked back at the tubes. “Left safe, right unsafe. Safe, unsafe.”

      “What’s that you’re holding?” Valkyrie asked because she had to – there was really no way around it.

      “Oh, these?” beamed Clarabelle. “They’re nothing.”

      “Oh.”

      “They’re not really nothing though. It’s just another of the Professor’s experiments – you know how he is. But the important thing to remember is not to drink either of them. That’s what he told me. He said above all else, do not drink. So I asked him, if I did drink, which one would be worse for me? And the Professor said don’t drink. And I said yes, but if I did, and he said why would I, since he’s just told me not to? But I said yes, I know that, but just say I did drink one of them, which one would be worse for me? And he said the one in my left hand.”

      “But that’s the safe one,” Valkyrie said.

      “Sorry?”

      “You were saying left safe, right unsafe, just a moment ago.”

      “Are you sure? Are you sure it wasn’t the other way around?”

      “The left one is the safe one,” Skulduggery said. “That’s what you were chanting.”

      Clarabelle frowned. “I don’t really know my right hand from my left hand though.”

      Skulduggery pointed. “That’s your left hand.”

      “But this is the unsafe one.”

      “Are you sure?”

      “Practically. I’ll check.”

      Before they could stop her, Clarabelle sipped from the tube in her right hand. She sloshed it around in her mouth, swallowed and nodded. “Yes,” she said happily.

      “Was that the safe one?” Valkyrie asked.

      “No idea,” Clarabelle said and walked on.

      Kenspeckle Grouse hurried into the Emergency Room ahead of them. They walked in after him. He was brushing his white hair, his back to them. He saw them enter in the mirror he was using.

      “I don’t know why I bother,” he grumbled. “I never neaten my hair. I just move it around on my head.”

      “Hello, Professor,” Skulduggery said.

      “I heard you were back.” Kenspeckle turned. He was wearing slacks, a blazer and a yellow bow tie. “I said to myself, it’s only a matter of time before he arrives in here, Valkyrie beside him, with another injury for me to fix. What is it this time, Valkyrie? Broken arm?”

      “Just