A stunned silence greeted my obscene offer. Evra was the first to break it.
"No!" he screamed. "Don't do it! You can't!"
"Debbie for Evra," I said, ignoring Evra's pleas. "How about it?"
"Debbie?" Murlough scratched his cheeks slowly. It took him a few seconds to figure out who I was referring to. Then he remembered and smiled. "Ah! Debbie! Darren Shan's tasty girlfriend." His eyes twinkled as he thought about her.
"She'd be more use to you than Evra," I said. "You could drink from her. You said you'd like to. You said she'd have nice blood."
"Yes," Murlough agreed. "Salty. Juicy." He took a step back from Evra. "But why choose?" he mused aloud. "Why not have both? Kill the snake-boy now, drink from Debbie later. She won't be hard to find. I can watch the square tomorrow, find out where she lives, and as soon as night comes..." He grinned.
"You don't have time," I said. "You have to leave the city tonight. You can't wait."
"Still yapping about leaving?" Murlough snorted. "If I let you go - as you've convinced me I should - I won't have to leave."
"Yes you will," I contradicted him. "It'll take a while for the vampires to discover I'm alive. The Generals will come straight down these tunnels when they arrive. They'll find out about me eventually, but if they kill you beforehand..."
"They wouldn't dare!" Murlough shrieked. "It would mean war!"
"But they wouldn't know that. They'd think they were in the right. They'd pay dearly for their mistake, but that would be no consolation as far as you're concerned. You have to leave, as soon as possible. You can return in a couple of weeks, but if you stick around now, it'll be a recipe for disaster."
"Young Murlough doesn't want to leave." The vampaneze pouted. "I like it here. I don't want to go. But you're right." He sighed. "For a few nights at least, I must get out. Find a dark, abandoned cellar. Hole up. Lay low."
"That's why Debbie would be better than Evra," I pressed on. "You must be hungry. You'll want to feed before leaving, yes?"
"Oh, yes," Murlough agreed, rubbing his bloated stomach.
"But feeding without planning is dangerous. Vampires are used to it, but vampaneze aren't, are they?"
"No," Murlough said. "We're smarter than vampires. We think ahead. Plan it out. Mark our meals in advance."
"But you can't do that now," I reminded him. "You need a quick snack to keep you going while you're away. I can provide that. Agree to my terms and I'll take you to Debbie. I can get you in and out without anybody knowing."
"Darren! Stop!" Evra roared. "I don't want this! You can't -?
Murlough punched Evra hard in the stomach, shutting him up.
"How can I trust you?" the vampaneze hissed. "How do I know you won't trick me?"
"How could I?" I retorted. "Keep my hands bound behind my back. Keep a knife close to my throat. Leave Evra where he is - I'll come back for him later, once you've fed and left. If I try anything, I'll be dooming us both. I'm not stupid. I know what's at stake."