Cirque Du Freak - Book 1

by Darren Shan

  "You will grow used to leaving after a time," Mr. Crepsley said. He was standing on the stone behind me, perched on little more than thin air. His face was gloomy. "Vampires are always saying good-bye. We never stop anywhere very long. We are forever picking up our roots and moving on to new pastures. It is our way."

  "Is the first time the hardest?" I asked.

  "Yes," he said, nodding. "But it never gets easy."

  "How long before I get used to it?" I wanted to know.

  "Maybe a few decades," he said. "Maybe longer."

  Decades. He said it as though he was talking of months.

  "Can't we ever make friends?" I asked. "Can't we ever have homes or wives or families?"

  "No," he sighed. "Never."

  "Does it get lonely?" I asked.

  "Terribly so," he admitted.

  I nodded sadly. At least he was being truthful. As I've said before, I'd always rather the truth however unpleasant it might be than a lie. You know where you stand with the truth.

  "Okay," I said, hopping down. "I'm ready." I picked up my bag and dusted some graveyard dirt from it.

  "You may ride on my back if you wish," Mr. Crepsley offered.

  "No, thank you," I replied politely. "Maybe later, but I'd rather walk the stiffness out of my legs first."

  "Very well," he said.

  I rubbed my belly and listened to it growl. "I haven't eaten since Sunday," I told him. "I'm hungry."

  "Me too," he said. Then he took my hand in his and grinned bloodthirstily. "Let us go eat."

  I took a deep breath and tried not to think about what would be on the menu. I nodded nervously and squeezed his hand. We turned and faced away from the graves. Then, side by side, the vampire and his assistant, we began walking… into the night.

  TO BE CONTINUED in book 2.