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They had e to report a shocking crime； the illegal opening of George Lake's grave by person or persons unknown； and the theft of his corpse。 Was Mrs Lake still residing at Harkley House？
Why； yes she was； but she was still suffering from the shock of her husband's death。 If it wasn't absolutely necessary that they see her； Yulian would prefer to break the news to her himself。 But who could be responsible for so despicable a crime？
Well； sir； we do believe we've got one of them there cults at work in these here parts； despoiling graveyards and the like and holding； er； sabbats？ Druids or some such。 Devil worshippers； you know？ But this time they've gone too far！ Don't you worry； sir； we'll get 〃em in the end。 But do break it easy to his missus； all right？
Of course； of course。 And thank you for bringing us this news； terrible though it is。 I certainly don't envy you your job。
All in a day's work； sir。 Sorry we've nothing good to report； that's all。 Good night to you 。
And that was that。
But again he had strayed； and once more he was obliged to focus his thoughts back on the 〃legend〃 of the vampire。 Mirrors： vampires hated mirrors because they had no reflections。 False…and yet in a way true。 Yulian did have a reflection； but sometimes； looking in a glass； especially at night； he saw far more than others could see。 For he knew what he was looking at； that it was something alien to man。 And he had wondered： if others saw him like that； reflected in a glass； would they too see the real thing； the monster behind the man？
And lastly there was the vampire's lust； the way he sated himself on women。 Now Yulian had tasted the blood…and more than the blood…of women； and had found it rich as deep red wine。 It excited him as all blood did； but not so much that he'd glut himself on it。 Georgina； Anne； Helen…he'd tried the blood of all three。 And certainly； in good time； he would try the blood of many more。
But his attitude towards taking blood puzzled him。 If he were a true vampire； surely blood would be the driving force of his life。 And yet it wasn't。 Perhaps his metamorphosis wasn't yet plete。 Perhaps； as the change waxed in him； so the human part would wane； disappear altogether。 And then he'd bee a vampire full…blown。 Or full…blooded？
Lust； yes。。。 but there was more to lust than mere blood…lust。 Much more。 And little wonder the women in the fiction succumbed so readily to the vampire's charms。 Especially after the first time。 Hah！ What woman had ever truly felt fulfilled in the arms of a man？ Not one！ They only thought they had because they didn't know better。 What； 〃fulfilled〃？ Filled full？ By a mere man？ Utterly impossible！ But by a vampire 。
Yulian turned a little on to his side and gazed in the moon…pierced darkness of his room at the girl beside him。 Cousin Helen。 She was very beautiful and had been very innocent。 Not quite pure； but very nearly。 Who it was took her virginity。。。 but what did that matter？ In fact he had taken nothing； and he had given very little。 They had been fumbling lovers for an hour。
But now？ Now she knew what it was to be 〃fulfilled〃。 Indeed； she knew that if Yulian willed it he could fill her to bursting…literally！
A chuckle rose in his throat； formed on his lips like a bubble of bile。 Oh；yes； for the Other wasn't the only one who could put out pseudopod extensions of himself！ Yulian held back the laughter he felt welling inside； reached out a hand and with a deceptive gentleness stroked Helen's cool； rounded flank。
Even deeply asleep and dreaming the dreams of the damned； still she shuddered under the touch of his hand。 Gooseflesh appeared and her breathing rapidly mounted to a moaning pant。 She whined in her hypnotic sleep like a thin wind through a cracked board。 Her hypnotic sleep； yes。 The power of hypnotism； and that of telepathy which was its kin。
Nowhere in the literature…except for the occasional hint in some of the better fictions…had Yulian discovered mention of the vampire's control of others by will and the reading of minds at a distance； and yet this； too； was one of his powers。 It was very inchoate as yet； as were all his talents； but it was also very real。 Once touched by Yulian； once invaded by him physically； then his victim was an open book to him； even at a distance。 Even now； if he reached out his mind in a certain way。。。 there！ Those were the dull； vacuous 〃thoughts〃 of the Other。 No； not even that： he had merely touched upon the Other's instinctive sense of being； a sort of basic animal awareness。 The Other was aware of himself…itself？…in much the same way as an amoeba is aware； and because it had been part of him； Yulian could sense that awareness。
Now that he had taken or used Helen； Anne； George and Georgina； why； he could sense all of them！ He let his exterior thoughts leave the Other and wander； and and there was Anne； asleep in some cold； damp corner down there in the dark。 And there； too； was George。 Except that George was not asleep。
George。 Yulian knew he would soon have to do something about George。 He wasn't behaving as he should。 There was an obstinacy in him。 Oh； he'd been pletely under Yulian's control in the beginning； just like the women。 But just recently 。
Yulian focused on George's mind； wormed his way silently into his thoughts and…a pit of black hatred shot with flashes of red rage！ Lust； too…a bestial lust Yulian could scarce believe…and not only for blood but also。 。
revenge？
Frowning； Yulian withdrew his mind before George could sense him。 Obviously he would have to deal with his uncle sooner than he'd thought。 He had already decided to make use of him…knew how he would use him…but now he must set a definite date on it。 Like tomorrow。 He left the unsuspecting undead creature raging and prowling the cellars； and …What was that？
Hair prickling at the nape of his neck； Yulian swung his legs down to the floor and stood up。 It hadn't been one of the women； and he'd only just left George； so who had it been？ Someone close by was thinking thoughts about Harkley House； thoughts about Yulian himself！ He went to the curtains； opened them six inches； stared anxiously out at the night。
Out there； the estate。 The old derelict buildings； gravel path； shrubbery and copse； the high perimeter wall and gate； the road beyond the gate； a ribbon of light under the moon； and beyond that a tall hedge。 Yulian wrinkled his nose； sniffed suspiciously like a dog at a stranger。 Oh； yes； a stranger…there！ In the hedgerow； that glint of moonlight on glass； the dull red glow of a cigarette's tip。 Someone in the shadow of the hedge； watching Harkley。 Watching Yulian！
Now； knowing where to aim； he redirected his thoughts …and met the mind of the stranger！ But only for a moment； the merest instant of time。 Then mental shutters came down like the jaws of a steel trap。 The glint of spectacles or binoculars disappeared； the cigarette's glow was extinguished； and the man himself； the merest shadow； was gone。
Vlad！ Yulian manded instinctively。 Go； find him。 Whoever he is； bring him to me！
And down in the brambles and undergrowth near the door to the vaults； where he lay half asleep； VIad at once came alert； turned his sensitive ears towards the drive and the gate； sprang up and set off at a loping run。 Deep in his throat； a growl not quite a dog's growl rumbled like dull thunder。
* * *
Darcy Clarke was doing late shift on the Harkley place。 He was a psychic sensitive with a high degree of telepathic potential。 Also； he was big on self…preservation。 A freakish automatic talent； over which he had no conscious control； was always on guard to keep him 〃safe'； he was the opposite of accident prone and led a 〃charmed〃 life。 Which on this occasion was just as well。
Clarke was young； only twenty…five； but what he lacked in years he more than made up for in zeal。 He would have made a perfect soldier； for his duty was his all。 It was that duty which had kept him here in the vicinity of Harkley House from 5。00 till 11。00 P。M。 And it was exactly on the dot of 11。00 P。M。 that he saw the crack of the curtains widen a little in one of Harkley's dormer windows。
That in itself was nothing。 There were five people in that house and God…knows…what else； and no reason at all why it shouldn't show signs of life。 With a grimace； Clarke quickly corrected himself： signs of undeath？ Fully briefed； he knew that Harkley's inhabitants were something other than they seemed。 But as he adjusted his nite…lite binoculars on the window； suddenly there was something else； a realisation that struck at Clarke like a bolt of lightning。
He had known； of course； that someone in there； probably the youth； was psychically endowed。 That had been obvious for the last four days； ever since Clarke and the others first clapped eyes on the place。 To any half…talented sensitive the old house would reek of strangeness。 And not just strangeness； evil！ Tonight； as darkness fell； Clarke had sensed it growing stronger； the wash of dark emanations flowing from the house like mental sewage。 Until now he'd simply let it flow right past him； without touching； but as that dark figure had e into view behind the crack in the curtains； and as he'd focussed his binoculars upon it …
…Something had been there in his head； touching on his mind。 A talent at least as strong as his own； probing his thoughts！ But it wasn't the talent that surprised him …that was a game he'd played before with his colleagues at INTESP； where they practised constantly to break in on each other's thoughts…it was the sheer unbridled animal animosity that caused him to gasp； draw back a little； slam shut the doors on his ESP…endowed consciousness。 The gurgling black whirlpool bog of the invading mind。
And because he had set up defences； so he failed to detect any hint of the physical threat； the orders Yulian had issued to his black Alsatian。 He had failed； but his primary talent…the one no one as yet understood…was not failing him。 It was 11。00 P。M。 and his instructions were quite clear： he'd go back now to his temporary surveillance HO at a hotel in Paignton and make his report。 The watch on the house would begin again at 6。00 A。M。 tomorrow； when a colleague of Clarke's would take it up。 He tossed his cigarette down； ground it out under his heel； pocketed his nite…lites。
Clarke's car was parked in a layby where the hedge and fence were cut back twenty…five yards down the road。 He was on the field side of the hedge。 He put his hand on the top bar preparatory to climbing over to the road； then thought better of it。 Though he didn't know it； that was his hidden talent ing into play。 Instead of climbing the fence； he hurried through the long grass at the edge of the field towards his car。 The grass was wet where it whipped his trousers； but he ignored it。 It saved time this way and he was in a hurry now； eager to be away from the place。 Only natural； he supposed； considering what he'd just learned。 And he hardly gave it a thought that by the time he got to his car he was almost running。
But it was then； as he fumbled the key into the lock and turned it； that he heard something else running： the faint scuff of padded feet slapping the road； the scrabble of claws as something heavy jumped the fence back there where he'd been standing。 Then he was into the car； slamming the door behind him； eyes wide and heart thumping as he gazed back into the night。
And two seconds later Viad hit the car！
He hit so hard； with forepaws； shoulder and head； that the glass of the window in Clarke's door was starred into a cobweb pattern。 The impact had sounded like a hammer blow； and Clarke knew that one more charge like that would shatter the glass to fragments and leave him totally unprotected。 But he'd seen who； or what； his assailant was； and he had no intention of sitting here immobile and just waiting for it to happen。
Clarke turned the key in the ignition； revved； reversed a skidding three feet to bring the bonnet free of overhanging branches。 Vlad's second spring； aimed again at Clarke's window； sent the dog sprawling on the bonnet directly in front of the windscreen。 And now the young esper saw just how fortunate his escape had been。 Out in the open…there was little he could have done against that！
Viad's face