Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant Page #7

It's about who you are.

Oh.

I almost forgot.

Cover yourself.

You have to teach me

how to do that someday.

Oh, I'll teach you everything, son.

All my gibes and gambols.

Now, ready to go meet your people?

Bye, Annie.

Will it work? Hypnotising them?

It works on the memories,

but not on the emotions, not really.

They'll always feel

that you're still alive, somehow.

- Well, that's good, right?

- Is it?

Hey, can I ask you something?

Can I kiss you?

Darren, I let you drink my blood.

Sure, you can kiss me.

Come on. We don't have all night.

I have an injured spider here.

All right, how are we going to do this?

I can't carry the both of you.

- You carry Rebecca. I can flit now.

- Just like a real vampire.

Oh, Larten, you did it.

You stuck your neck out for him.

You'd think a vampire would know better

than to stick his neck out.

I am proud of you.

All those who vote for making Darren

a member of the Cirque raise your hands.

- One hand, Evra.

- Damn it.

It's done. He will stay.

So we get to stay.

Not for long, I'm afraid.

You know, Crepsley, it's okay.

It's weird. I spent so much time wishing

that none of this would have happened

and that we never would have been

to the Cirque in the first place.

But now I really can't imagine my life

happening any other way.

Dawn's coming.

I had something made for you.

It's in your tent.

A little gift.

And it's Mr Crepsley.

Because you told me to throw you.

Well, I'm sorry.

You did it, man.

Once a general, always a general.

I couldn't have done it better myself.

At nightfall, we leave with the boy.

I suppose we should tell him.

No, let's give him one day to rest.

He's earned it.

Sometimes life does seem

all planned out,

like there's no choice in the matter,

but that's an illusion.

Speakers. Tasty.

My name's Darren Shan, and I don't just live

with a bunch of freaks. I am one, too.

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