Darren Shan - The Vampires Assistant

For:
Granny and Grandad tough old fogeys
OBEs (Order of the Bloody Entrails) to:
Caroline Tracker Paul
Paul The Pillager Litherland
Heads off to:
Biddy Jekyll and Liam Hyde Gillie Grave Robber Russell
The hideously creepy HarperCollins gang
and
Emma and Chris (from Ghouls Are Us)

M y name is Darren Shan. Im a half-vampire.

I wasnt born that way. I used to be ordinary. I lived at home with my parents and younger sister, Annie. I enjoyed school and had lots of friends.

I liked reading horror stories and watching scary movies. When this freak show came to town, my best friend, Steve Leopard, got tickets, and we went together. It was great, really spooky and weird. A super night out.

But the weirdest part came after the show. Steve recognized one of the characters from the show. Hed seen a drawing of him in an old book and knew he was a vampire. Steve stuck around after the show and asked the vampire to turn him into one, too! Mr. Crepsley the vampire would have, but he found out Steves blood was evil, and that was the end of that.

Or it would have been the end, except I stuck around, too, to see what Steve was up to.

I wanted nothing to do with vampires, but Id always loved spiders I used to keep them as pets and Mr. Crepsley had a poisonous performing tarantula, Madam Octa, who could do all sorts of great tricks. I stole her and left a note for the vampire, saying Id tell people about him if he came after me.

To make a long story short, Madam Octa bit Steve and he ended up in the hospital. He would have died, so I went to Mr. Crepsley and asked him to save Steve. He agreed, but in return I had to become a half-vampire and travel with him as his assistant!

I ran away after hed turned me into a half-vampire (by pumping part of his own horrible blood into me) and saved Steve. But then I realized I was hungry for blood, and was afraid Id do something terrible (like bite my sister) if I stayed at home.

So Mr. Crepsley helped me fake my death. I was buried alive, and then, in the dead of night, with no one around, he dug me up and we took off together. My days as a human were over. My nights as a vampires assistant had begun.

I t was a dry, warm night, and Stanley Collins had decided to walk home after the Boy Scouts meeting. It wasnt a very long walk less than a mile and though the night was dark, he knew every step of the way as surely as he knew how to tie a reef knot.

Stanley was a scoutmaster. He loved the Scouts. Hed been one when he was a boy and kept in contact when he grew up. Hed turned his own three sons into first-rate Scouts, and now that theyd grown up and left home, he was helping the local kids.

Stanley walked quickly to keep warm. He was only wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and even though it was a nice night, his arms and legs were soon covered in goosebumps. He didnt mind. His wife would have a delicious cup of hot chocolate and cookies waiting for him when he got home. Hed enjoy them all the more after a good, brisk walk.

Trees grew along both sides of the road home, making it very dark and dangerous for anyone who wasnt used to it. But Stanley had no fears. On the contrary, he loved the night. He enjoyed listening to the sound of his feet crunching through the grass and briars.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

He smiled. When his sons were young, hed often pretended there were monsters lying in wait up in the trees as they walked home. Hed make scary noises and shake the leaves of low-hanging branches when the boys werent looking. Sometimes theyd burst into screams and run for home at top speed, and Stanley would follow after them, laughing.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Sometimes, if he was having trouble getting to sleep at night, he would imagine the sounds of his feet as they made their way home, and that always helped him drift off into a happy dream.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

It was the nicest sound in the world, as far as Stanley was concerned. It was a great feeling, to know you were all alone and safe as can be.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Snap.

Stanley stopped and frowned. That had sounded like a stick breaking but how could it have been? He would have felt it if hed stepped on a twig. And there were no cows or sheep in the nearby fields.

He stood still for about half a minute, listening curiously. When there were no more sounds, he shook his head and smiled. It had been his imagination playing tricks on him, that was all. Hed tell the wife about it when he got home and theyd have a good old laugh.

He started walking again.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

There. Back to the familiar sounds. There was nobody else around. He would have heard more than a single branch snapping if there was. Nobody could creep up on Stanley J. Collins. He was a trained scoutmaster. His ears were as sharp as a foxs.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Cru

Snap.

Stanley stopped again and, for the first time, the fingers of fear began to squeeze around his beating heart.

That hadnt been his imagination. Hed heard it, clear as a bell. A twig snapping, somewhere overhead. And before it snapped had there been the slightest rustling sound, like something moving?

Stanley gazed up at the trees but it was too dark to see. There could have been a monster the size of a car up there and he wouldnt have been able to spot it. Ten monsters! A hundred! A thou

Oh, that was silly. There were no monsters in the trees. Monsters didnt exist. Everyone knew that. Monsters werent real. It was a squirrel or an owl up there, something ordinary like that.

Stanley raised a foot and began to bring it down. Snap.

His foot hung in the air, midstep, and his heart pounded quickly. That was no squirrel! The sound was too sharp. Something big was up there. Something that shouldnt be up there. Something that had never been up there before. Something that

Snap!

The sound was closer this time, lower down, and suddenly Stanley could stand it no longer.

He began to run.

Stanley was a large man, but pretty fit for his age. Still, it had been a long time since hed run this fast, and after a hundred yards he was out of breath and had a cramp in his side.

He slowed to a halt and bent over, gasping for air. Crunch.

His head shot up.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

There were footsteps coming toward him! Slow, heavy footsteps. Stanley listened, terrified, as they came closer and closer. Had the monster leaped ahead of him through the trees? Had it climbed down? Was it coming to finish him off? Was it ...?

Crunch. Crunch.

The footsteps stopped and Stanley was able to make out a figure in the darkness. It was smaller than hed expected, no bigger than a boy. He took a deep breath, straightened up, got his courage up, and stepped forward for a better look.

It was only a boy! A small, frightened-looking boy, dressed in a dirty suit.

Stanley smiled and shook his head. What a fool hed been! The wife would have a field day when he told her about this.

Are you okay, son? Stanley asked him.

The boy didnt answer.

Stanley didnt recognize the youngster, but there were a lot of new families around these days. He no longer knew every child in the neighborhood.