Carpathian 15 - Dark Secret

brilliant light. The bones disintegrated, exploding into splintered fragments. The flames flickered and died. There was another eerie silence.
    The hunters moved further through the tunnel, proceeding with caution, shifting back to Carpathian form in order to utilize all of their senses. Rafael reached out with every sense he had, gathering information, allowing his brain to assimilate every smell and sound that came back to him. "We are running out of time.
    If we do not find him soon, we will have no choice but to seek rest and we cannot do so in these mines.
    It is his lair and it is well guarded."
    "He is counting on that fact. All he has to do is keep us from finding his resting place until the sun is high,"
    Vikirnoff agreed. "I have never fought a vampire with such safeguards."
    "He has had centuries to perfect his skills." Rafael turned his head, listening to the rustles coming from behind them. "Do you hear that?"
    "The skeletons are trying to re-form for another attack."
    They were in a maze of tunnels and for a moment remained motionless, trying to get a feel for Kirja's resting place. "He is also very good at leaving no trace of his existence," Rafael added. He indicated the fungus growing on the walls of one of the tunnels. "That would be my best guess. That fungus is not growing anywhere else and I would venture it is another safeguard."
    Vikirnoff peered closely at the strange warted growth. "I do not like the look of this, and there are millions of centipedes covering the floor. The timbers are rotted almost completely through. I say we do Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    not touch anything as we go down this tunnel."
    Rafael took one look at the carpet of centipedes. He swore in the ancient language. "Kirja is well aware we are close. I can feel him now. He cannot hide his hatred of me. He takes my hunting him far too personally."
    Vikirnoff raised his eyebrow. "I cannot imagine why."
    Rafael flashed a brief grin. "He knows my aversion to centipedes. A childish thing, but of course he would use it."
    The eyebrow rose higher. "We are of the earth. How could a creature such as a centipede bother one such as you? You have dominion over such things."
    "I had four brothers, Vikirnoff," Rafael pointed out. His form shimmered, became transparent, and shifted to that of a very small bat.
    Vikirnoff followed suit, but not before he glanced back toward the tunnel where the bones were making frantic scratching noises as they tried to re-form to carry out their master's orders. We will have to watch our backs.
    Only if we do not get to him. Once he is gone, all of his servants will cease to exist. I say we move fast. Watch that fungus near the entrance to this shaft on your right. There is something strange about it. Rafael used the bat's radar to calculate the distance to the plant, but it kept changing, as if the plant moved.
    Something struck at the bat hard, clipping a wing and knocking it to the ground. The centipedes immediately began to feast. Vikirnoff shifted one wing, reaching down to drag the small bat from the grasp of the greedy insects. Bite marks covered the body and small patches of blood seeped from various wounds.
    Rafael shook off the clinging centipedes, flapping his wings to gain height. Thanks. Now we know what that fungus is. It has teeth.
    Probably poison.
    I felt it go in. Burns like hell. He is close. Go to the right, Vikirnoff. Watch yourself. The fungus is everywhere. There is a pocket of gas here.
    He is behind that mass of boulders. I feel him. The centipedes are frantic to get at us and the fungus is snapping teeth like mad dogs. He has to be inside the chamber.
    Rafael. I am trying to tell you gas is seeping out into this tunnel and filling it.
    A trick. He is up to his old tricks. He loved to play with fire.
    I do not want to get cooked. Vikirnoff was adamant about it.
    It is time to let him work for us. I have an idea. Go back to the tunnel entrance. Rafael followed Vikirnoff and shifted back to Carpathian form just out of reach of the fungus and centipedes.

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    "What is the plan?" Vikirnoff asked.
    Rafael gestured toward the heavy boulders guarding the entrance to the chamber at the end of the tunnel.
    "That is."
    Soon, clones of the two hunters stood near the chamber entrance, centipedes swarming up their bodies and fungus striking viciously while Rafael