The Vampire's Assistant and Other Tales from the Cirque Du Freak (The Saga of Darren Shan)
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Darren Shan is just an ordinary schoolboy who loves to ride bikes and hang out with his three best friends. Then one day Darren and his friends stumble across an invitation to visit the Cirque Du Freak, a strange and mysterious freak show. Almost as if by destiny, Darren wins a ticket and what follows is his horrifying descent into the dark and bloody world of vampires.
This is Darren's story.
New movie edition features the first three books--Cirque Du Freak, The Vampire's Assistant, and Tunnels of Blood-- bound up in one volume!
for him. Chapter Nineteen JESSE ANSWERED THE PHONE when I called Debbie’s house. I asked if I could speak to her. “You could if she was up.” He laughed. “Do you know what time it is?” I checked my watch: a few minutes before seven A.M. “Oh,” I said, crestfallen. “Sorry. I didn’t realize. Did I wake you?” “No,” he said. “I have to head into the office, so it’s business as usual for me. You just caught me, in fact — I was on my way out the door when the phone rang.” “You’re working on
that was all. There was nothing else he could do. He couldn’t talk or move his arms. He wasn’t even able to blink. I became aware of Annie standing behind me. She’d stopped screaming but I could feel her shaking. “Is … is he … dead?” she asked in a tiny voice. “Of course not!” I snapped. “You can see him breathing, can’t you? Look at his belly and chest.” “But…why can’t he move?” she asked. “He’s paralyzed,” I told her. “The spider injected him with poison that stops his limbs. It’s like
that?” “I feel good . . . partner.” “Cool!” He slapped my shoulder and gulped down the last of his sausage. “Then let’s get going.” “What do we do first?” I asked. “What we’ll be doing first every morning,” Evra said. “Milking the poison from the fangs of my snake.” “Oh,” I said. “Is it dangerous?” “Only if she bites before we finish,” Evra said, then laughed at my expression and pushed me ahead of him to the tent. CHAPTER NINE Evra did the milking himself — to my great relief —
could blame the slip of my fingers on the sweat. Over his mouth she spun her web. His hands were down by his sides. He wouldn’t be able to stop her. One wrong toot on the flute was all it would take. One broken note to stop the train of thought between the two of us, and . . . I didn’t do it. I played perfectly and safely. I wasn’t sure why I spared the vampire. Maybe because Mr. Tall might know I’d killed him. Maybe because I needed Mr. Crepsley to teach me how to survive. Maybe because I
been my friend and saved my life — lay perfectly still and slipped further and further into the final sleep of an unfair and horrible death. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO After a while, I felt somebody tugging at the sleeve of my left arm. I looked around. Mr. Crepsley was standing over me, looking miserable. “Darren,” he said, “it will not seem like the right time, but there is something you must do. For Sam’s sake. And your own.” “What are you talking about?” I wiped some of the tears from my