Mr. tall, Mr. Crepsley, and Mr. Tiny were in the van when we entered. Evra was shaking like a leaf, but I wasn't really nervous. But when I saw the worried looks on Mr. Tall's and Mr. Crepsley's faces and realized how uneasy they were, it put me on edge a little.
"Come in, boys,"Mr. Tiny welcomed us, as though it was his van and not Mr. Tall's. "Sit down, make yourselves at home."
"I'll stand if that's okay,"Evra said, trying not to let us hear the chatter of his teeth.
"I'll stand, too,"I said, following Evra's lead.
"As you wish,"Mr. Tiny said. He was the only one sitting.
"I've been hearing a lot about you, young Darren Shan,"Mr. Tiny said. He was rolling something between his hands: a heart-shaped watch. I could hear it ticking whenever there was a pause in his speech.
"You're quite the boy, by all accounts,"Mr. Tiny went on. "A most remarkable young man. Sacrificed everything to save a friend. There aren't many who would do as much. People are so self-centered these days. It's good to see the world can still produce heroes."
"I'm no hero,"I said, blushing at the compliment.
"Of course you are,"he insisted. "What is a hero but a person who lays everything on the line for the good of somebody else?"
I smiled proudly. I couldn't understand why Evra was so afraid of this nice, strange man. There was nothing terrible about Mr. Tiny. I kind of liked him.
"Larten tells me you're reluctant to drink human blood,"Mr. Tiny continued. "I don't blame you. Nasty, repulsive stuff. Can't stand it. Apart from young children, of course. Their blood is scrump-dilly-icious."
I frowned. "You can't drink blood from them,"I said. "They're too small. If you took blood from a young child, you'd kill it."
His eyes widened and so did his smile.
"So ?"he asked softly.
A chill ran down my spine. If he had been joking, it would have been in really poor taste, but I could have overlooked it (hadn't I just been laughing about poor Bradley Stretch?). But I could tell from his expression that he was totally serious.
All of a sudden I knew why this man was so feared. He was evil. Not just bad or nasty, but pure demonic evil. This was a man I could imagine killing thousands of people just to hear them scream.
"You know,"Mr. Tiny said, "your face seems familiar. Have we met before, Darren Shan?"
I shook my head.
"Are you certain?"he asked. "You look very familiar."
"I... would have... remembered,"I stuttered.
"You can't always trust memory."Mr. Tiny smiled. "It can be a deceptive monster. Still, no matter. Maybe I'm confusing you with someone else."
By the way his lips twisted into a grin (how did I ever think that was a nice smile?), I could see he didn't think that. But I was sure he was wrong. There's no way I would have forgotten meeting a creature like him.
"Down to business,"Mr. Tiny said. His hands tightened on the heart-shaped watch and for a second they seemed to glow and melt into its ticking face. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. When I looked again, the illusion - which it must have been - was gone.
"You boys saw me arrive with my Little People,"Mr. Tiny said. "They're new converts to my cause and are a little unsure of the ropes. Normally I'd stick around and teach them how to work, but I have business elsewhere. Still, they're smart and I'm sure they'll learn.
"However, while they're learning, I'd like it if you two fine, young men would help ease them into the swing of things. You won't have to do much. Mainly I want you to find food for them. They have such big appetites.
"How about it, boys? I've got the permission of your guardians."He nodded at Mr. Tall and Mr. Crepsley, who didn't seem happy about the arrangement, but looked resigned. "Will you help poor old Mr. Tiny and his Little People?"
I looked at Evra. I could see he didn't want to do it, but he nodded his head anyway. I did the same.
"Excellent!"Mr. Tiny boomed. "Young Evra Von knows what my darlings like, I'm sure. If you have any problems, report to Hibernius and he'll help you out."
Mr. Tiny waved a hand to let us know we could leave. Evra began edging backward immediately, but I held my ground.
"Excuse me,"I said, summoning all my courage, "but why do you call them Little People?"
Mr. Tiny turned around slowly. If he was surprised by my question, he didn't show it, though I could see the mouths of Mr. Tall and Mr. Crepsley dropping.
"Because they're little,"he explained calmly.
"I know that,"I said. "But don't they have another name? An official name? If somebody mentioned 'Little People' to me, I'd think they were talking about elves or leprechauns."
Mr. Tiny smiled. "They are elves and leprechauns,"he said. "All around the world, you will find legends and stories of small, magical people. Legends have to start somewhere. These legends started with my short, loyal friends."
"Are you telling me those dwarfs in blue capes are elves ?"I asked disbelievingly.
"No,"he said. "Elves don't exist. Those dwarfs - as you so rudely put it - were seen, long ago, by ignorant people, who invented names for them: elves or fairies or sprites. They made up stories about what they were and what they could do."
"What can they do?"I asked.
Mr. Tiny's smile slipped. "I heard you were quite the one for asking questions,"he growled, "but nobody told me you were this nosy. Remember, Darren Shan: Curiosity killed the cat."
"I'm not a cat,"I said boldly.
Mr. Tiny leaned forward, and his face darkened. "If you ask more questions,"he hissed, "you might find yourself turned into one. Nothing in life is forever, not even the human form."
The watch in his hands glowed again, red like a real heart, and I decided it was time to leave.
"Go to bed now and get a good night's sleep,"Mr. Crepsley told me before I left. "There will be no lessons tonight."
"And rise early, boys,"Mr. Tiny added, waving goodbye. "My Little People are always hungry in the mornings. It's not wise to let their hunger go unattended. You never know what they might set their minds - and teeth - on if they go unfed for too long."
We hurried out the door and raced back to our tent, where we fell to the floor and listened to our hearts beating loudly.
"Are you crazy?"Evra asked when he could speak. "Talking to Mr. Tiny like that, asking him questions, you must be out of your mind!"
"You're right,"I said, thinking back on the encounter, wondering where I'd gotten the nerve from. "I must be."
Evra shook his head in disgust. It was early, but we crawled into bed anyway. We lay awake for hours, Staring at the ceiling of the tent. When I finally fell asleep I dreamed of Mr. Tiny and his heart-shaped watch. Only, in my dreams, it wasn't a watch. It was a real human heart. Mine. And when he squeezed it...
Agony.
