Vampirates 5: Empire of Night

Vampirates: Empire of Night

Justin Somper

Contents

A BAY SOMEWHERE OFF THE WEST COAST OF AUSTRALIA. THE YEAR 2512.

PROLOGUE: THE THREE GIFTS

SIX WEEKS EARLIER

1: IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HEAD...

2: BEACH PIRATES

THE BLACK SEA, ODESSA, UKRAINE

3: THE HONEYMOONERS

4: VOYAGERS OF THE NIGHT

5: THE HOMECOMING

6: TIFFIN

7: WORSE THAN DEAD

8: THE SHARING

9: THE INVITATION

10: PERSUASION

11: THE WICKED STEPMOTHER

12: DIVIDED LOYALTIES

13: AN AUDIENCE WITH THE FEDERATION

14: NEWS OF THE CAPTAIN

15: A COUNCIL OF WAR

16: SECRET AGENTS

17: THE PERFECT HOSTESS

18: BUSINESS OF THE NIGHT

19: CONTACT

20: DUEL

21: DAYBREAK RENDEZVOUS

22: CHANGES

23: FIRST BLOOD

24: MANEUVERS

25: JOHNNY'S SURPRISE

26: NO WAY OUT

27: BLOOD BROTHERS

28: CODE SILVER

29: SLUMBER PARTY

30: UNDER ATTACK

31: THE MORNING AFTER

32: THE HUNT

33: WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT GRACE

34: CONNOR'S DECISION

35: FORBIDDEN FRUIT

36: SIDORIO'S SON

37: THE UNINVITED GUEST

38: THE FOURTH BUCCANEER

39: FAMILY PORTRAIT

40: THE QUICK AND THE UNDEAD

41: THE ALLIES

42: THE THIRD GIFT

43: TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES

44: CHOICES

45: HEARTBEATS

For Sue, Sherri, and Scott,
thanks for welcoming me into your crew!

A BAY SOMEWHERE OFF THE WEST COAST OF AUSTRALIA. THE YEAR 2512.

Prologue

THE THREE GIFTS

Connor,

My son, heir to my empire.

Here is the first of three gifts to mark this auspicious first night of blood-taking. Come to my cabin when the clock strikes midnight, and I will present you with your other two gifts.

Your blood father,

Sidorio

Connor stood at the captain's door. Instinctively, his hand dropped to his belt, his fingers seeking out his sword, resting in its sheath. Connor squeezed the sword hilt, as he often did in times of stress. It reminded him of the moments when he was utterly in control--when his sword was drawn and he was in the midst of battle. If only

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he could achieve the same simplicity and clarity in the rest of his life as he did when he was engaged in combat.

Adrenaline surged through his body.
Adrenaline is a strange thing
, he thought.
You need it to fuel you in times of pressure. Yet too much of the stuff almost paralyzes you.
His life had changed and he knew there was no going back. He couldn't even be sure that his sister, Grace, would still be alive by morning. When he had last seen her, she had observed that they were in control of their own destinies.
She could not have been more wrong
, Connor thought bitterly now. They were no more than flies, caught in a steel web.

The gold watch that had accompanied Sidorio's note weighed heavily around his wrist. Connor glanced at it now, glimmering under the corridor lights. There were only seconds until midnight. He could delay no longer. He took a breath, lifted his hand, and knocked on the metal panel. There was a pause, then the sound of bolts sliding back. The heavy door opened and Connor stepped inside.

"Connor," Sidorio said, pushing the door closed. "Welcome! It's good to see you again. And you found the first of my three gifts. It suits you."

"Yes," Connor said. "Thank you, Father."

"Come here," Sidorio said, beckoning Connor deeper into the cabin. "I have the second of your gifts."

Connor walked on. Sidorio was standing in front of a long chest made of blue-lacquered wood with silver let

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ters etched into its surface. "This was the war chest of Kublai Khan," Sidorio said, running his hands along the surface. "It was kept in his battle tent so he could select which weapon he favored on any given day. This chest was a wedding present from my wife." There was something almost respectful in the way Sidorio opened the top drawer and pulled it toward them both. Inside was an array of swords unlike any Connor had seen before. They surpassed even the captains' swords housed at Pirate Academy and those in Master Yin's workshop.

"These are weapons fit for an emperor," Sidorio said. "And therefore for an emperor's son." He placed his hand on Connor's shoulders. "Choose one for yourself, my boy. This will be the second of my three gifts."

Connor was momentarily dazzled as his eyes traveled across the spikes of polished metal, set among a sea of blue silk. Any one of these swords was a rare prize indeed. It scarcely mattered which he chose.

"If none of those are of interest to you," Sidorio said, "open the second drawer, or the third. Take your time." He stepped back, allowing Connor full access to the war chest.

Connor did not need to open any other drawers. There, in the corner of the top drawer, was the sword that was calling to him. It was not an obvious choice, being one of the simplest of the weapons, but Connor saw with his experienced eye that this was
the
perfectly designed sword. He knew in his heart it was the one that Master

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Yin, pirate swordsmith of Lantao Island, would have singled out.

Connor reached into the drawer and lifted his chosen sword. As he clasped the hilt in his hand, he knew he had made the right decision. It felt like the very best of swords, as if it were an extension of his arm. He had no doubt it would prove useful should he ever use it in combat.

"Is that the one?" Sidorio asked.

Connor nodded. "Thank you,
Father
. It's incredible."

"You've made a good choice," Sidorio said, pushing the drawer closed again. "And now, let's sit."

The words were innocent enough, but Connor's heart was hammering as he fell into step with Sidorio and walked back to the table. Sidorio nudged Connor gently toward the opposite chair. Connor sat, letting his old sword hang down at his side and laying the newly acquired one at his feet.

On the table was a folded velvet cloth edged with brocade. Connor's eyes traced the detail in the brocade and then traveled back up to the cloth and what lay upon it. A golden goblet, its handles fashioned to look like two writhing snakes.

Sidorio lifted the goblet in one hand. "This belonged to Caesar, once." He turned to Connor, his voice proud and strong. "Now Caesar is dust, and the goblet belongs to me."

He placed it back on the table, beside a crystal decanter,

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which had been filled to the neck with a dark, somewhat opaque, crimson liquid.

Sidorio wasted no more time. Connor watched as his father's hands removed the crystal stopper from the decanter and upended the vessel, pouring a generous amount of liquid into the two-handled goblet. Then he set the decanter back on the table and reinserted the stopper. Sitting down, he lifted the goblet to his thick lips and drained its contents in one swallow. Connor watched. Sidorio swallowed it so easily. It would be his turn next.

Sidorio set the goblet down on the table and then lifted the decanter and refilled it. He held the cup out to Connor.

Connor could see his pale reflection in the ruby-red liquid. He had anticipated that his hand would tremble as he took hold of the goblet, but strangely it did not. He was possessed by a surprising serenity. This was a good sign, he thought--a sign that he was ready. Besides, he figured, it wasn't as if this was actually the first time he had taken blood--he had just never drunk it straight like this before.

"My son," Sidorio said, his lips stained dark by the drink. "Blood of my blood. Heir to my eternal empire. Drink."

Connor lifted the goblet to his lips. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but, as he took his first sip, he was surprised at how natural it felt. He took a second sip, aware

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of Sidorio watching him attentively. The Vampirate smiled as Connor finished the contents of the goblet.
That wasn't so difficult
, thought Connor, pleased with himself. He felt warm, somehow glowing, inside. And he felt strong, too, invincible, as if new energy was pumping through him.

"Good?" Sidorio asked.

"Yes." Connor nodded.

"More?" Sidorio's hand was already on the decanter.

"Yes, Father."

"That's my boy!" Sidorio refilled Connor's goblet. "We'll share this one. Half for me, half for you." Smiling, he brought his lips to the cup, then passed it across to Connor.

Connor drank and felt the glow within him expanding and, with it, the energy. He felt very powerful--as if he could fight off an army single-handedly if he had to. If he
chose
to.

"Another?" Sidorio asked.

Connor nodded.

Time blurred, until Connor was suddenly aware of Sidorio tapping the empty decanter. "It appears we've drained this dry. But I can have more sent up, no problem." His expression grew serious. "Next time we feed, my son, we shall dispense with these formalities and hunt for fresh blood together. Side by side."

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Connor recoiled at Sidorio's words. Hunting for blood felt like a step too far. But, after everything else that had happened these past six weeks, he couldn't rule it out. As Sidorio had observed, Connor Tempest was long gone. He was Connor Quintus Antonius Sidorio now.

Sidorio had resumed speaking. "Now it is time for your third gift. I think you'll find I've saved the best for last."

"The watch and sword are incredible gifts. I can't believe it gets much better than this," Connor said, wondering what Sidorio's third gift could possibly be.

Sidorio lifted one of his chains from around his neck. At first Connor was disappointed. After the excitement of the first two rare and luxurious gifts, some secondhand jewelry was a definite anticlimax. Then he noticed that suspended on the chain was a key. And engraved into the metal of the key was a number.

Intrigued, Connor turned the key over in his hand and looked up at Sidorio. "What is this?" he asked.

"The key to cabin number three twenty-nine," Sidorio said. "Your third gift is waiting for you there. All you have to do is open the door."

"Shall I go now?"

"If you like," Sidorio said. "In fact, I'll come with you."

Connor nodded. "Sure, okay... Father."

Once more, his use of the word brought a soft smile to Sidorio's lips. They got up from the table. Connor reached for his new sword. He wasn't about to let it out of his sight. It was way too beautiful.

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Sidorio proudly led Connor from the cabin, and they made their way out into the corridor. Other crew members were waiting outside. They made no effort to disguise their interest in Connor. He did not mind or feel at all self-conscious. Who could blame them for being interested in him? Connor felt as if he was walking in a golden spotlight. In the brief time he had spent in the cabin, his role as their future commander had been sealed. He was the captain's son, heir to the eternal empire of night.

Father and son strode purposefully along the corridor. At the end, they came to another door. Sidorio paused, then pointed. "Cabin three twenty-nine," he said. "Your gift is waiting inside."

Connor reached forward with the key.

"I should warn you," Sidorio said, leaning closer as Connor positioned the key in the lock. "It isn't
quite
ready for you."

"What do you mean?" Connor asked, turning the key. He felt the bolt turn and the metal door give way. He stepped into the cabin. Sidorio followed.

"There," Sidorio said. "My final gift. As I said, not
quite
ready for you."

Connor couldn't speak. As he looked into the heart of the cabin, every fiber of his being froze. Was this some trick, some hallucination brought on by his first proper

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taste of blood? No. It was what it was. He could see it and sense it. Sidorio's third gift. This, this
horror
, was truly Sidorio's idea of the best gift of all.

"What have you done?" Connor rasped. "
Why
have you done this?" He shook his head, then opened his mouth once more and let out a deep, keening wail.

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SIX WEEKS EARLIER

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1 IF YOU CAN KEEP YOUR HEAD...

Sidorio stood on the beach, cradling in his hands the decapitated head of his new bride.

Lola.
He opened his mouth to speak her name, but it was too painful to say the word and know that she was gone. To know that she would never again glance up at him, her eyes sparkling with dark purpose. That she would never again smile and take his hand. Never again lift one of her favorite antique glasses, filled with her own special vintage, and sip from it with all the grace of her aristocratic lineage....

He gazed down at her in wonder. Even in this state, with her face turning as pale as the reflection of the moon on the still sea, her beauty was peerless. Lady Lola Elizabeth Mercy Lockwood Sidorio. It was not yet an hour since they had been married, and already she had been