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that. He was worse than that.


Of course. Now Kyle remembered. 'You mean he was also a vampire.'


Keogh's shimmering image nodded. 'That's exactly what I mean. And that's why I'm here
now. You see, you're the only one in the world who can do anything about it. You and your
branch, and maybe your Russian counterparts. And when you know what I'm talking about,
then you'll have to do something about it.'


Such was Keogh's intensity, such the warning in his mental voice, that gooseflesh crept on
Kyle's spine. 'Do something about what, Harry?'


'About the rest of them,' the apparition answered. 'You see, Alec, Dragosani and Thibor
Ferenczy weren't the only ones. And God only knows how many more there are!'


'Vampires?' Kyle thrilled with horror. He remembered only too well that story Keogh had told
 him some eight months ago. 'You're sure?'


'Oh yes. In the Mobius continuum - looking out through the doors of time past and time
to come - I've seen their scarlet threads. I wouldn't have known them, might never have
come across them, but they cross young Harry's blue life thread. Yes, and they cross yours,
too!'


Hearing that, it was as if the cold blade of a psychic knife lanced into Kyle's heart. 'Harry,' he
said stumblingly, 'you'd... you'd better tell me all you know, and then what I must do.'


'I'll tell you as much as I can, and then we'll try to decide what's to be done. As to how I
know what I'm about to tell you...' The apparition shrugged. 'I'm a necroscope, remember? I've
talked to Thibor Ferenczy himself, as I once promised him I would, and I've talked to one
other. A recent victim. More of him later. But mainly the story is Thibor's...'




Chapter Two



The old Thing in the ground trembled however minutely, shuddered slightly, strove to return to
his immemorial dreaming. Something was intruding, threatening to rouse him up from his dark
slumbers, but sleep had become a habit which satisfied his every need... almost. He clung to his
loathsome dreams - of madness and mayhem, the hell of living and the horror of dying, and the