Dr. Who - The Darksmith Legacy 05 by The Vampire Of Paris

Author:The Vampire Of Paris
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-02-18T18:43:03+00:00

streets and steep staircases of Montmartre. The bars and cafes grew fewer, the crowds thinned out.

Nicholas was quaking with fear even as he made out he was having the time of his life.

Dominating the skyline above was a huge, magnificent, spotless white building still under construction. Scaffolding clung to the vast domes and turrets, timbers and other building materials lay littered all around. It was as if a fairy tale castle was being built, a place of dreams, and yet the low drone of chanting voices reminded Nicholas that this was a church.

‘The Agent seems to be headed for the Sacre Coeur,’ said the Doctor.

‘What is it?’ Gisella wondered.

The Doctor rattled off a quick lesson.

‘Why would De Guerre go to such a place?’ said Gisella.

‘Perhaps he hasn’t.’ The Doctor held up a warning hand, as ahead of them the Agent abruptly left the pavement and headed towards a temporary shelter set up by the construction workers on the muddy hillside. It disappeared inside through a doorway of old sacking. Nicholas joined the Doctor and Gisella down a small side street and braced himself for the screams of those inside.

None came. A few minutes later, the Agent re-emerged. The Doctor and his companions shrank back as it climbed doggedly with its damaged legs further up the hillside.

‘What’s it looking for?’ the Doctor murmured.

‘Why go cross-country?’

‘Let’s look in that shelter.’ Gisella ran nimbly across with the Doctor, while Nicholas stumbled along behind.

Save for a table, some old oil lamps and a few boxes of building supplies, the shelter seemed empty. ‘The Agent wouldn’t have come here if De Guerre didn’t go in first,’ the Doctor decided. ‘So where is he now?’

Nicholas felt a draft around his ankles and shivered. He hated the way his stick-thin body played up at the tiniest excuse, and looked around for the source of the draft. It seemed to be coming from behind a panel of wood set into the back of the shelter. ‘But the back is set against the hillside…’ he muttered, and pulled at the wood.

T h e D o c t o r n o t i c e d w h a t h e w a s d o i n g and came to help. The wood came away — to reveal a crack in the rock, just wide enough for a man to climb through.

‘Nicholas, you found it!’ the Doctor grinned. ‘Of course, De Guerre must have come in and sneaked through the gap. The Agent knew it way too big to have a hope of following so it pushed off looking for another way in.’

Gisella frowned. ‘Into the hillside?’

‘Remember the TARDIS data bank? What it said about Montmartre?’ The Doctor was already peering into the split in the rock. ‘This hill was mined hard for centuries; it’s like Swiss cheese now on the inside. Hardly surprising if the excavations for the Sacre Coeur exposed some of the old mine openings.’

Nicholas nodded and started to light one of the oil lamps.

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