by Darren Shan
“You mean you want to come to school?” I asked, shocked.
“Sounds weird, doesn’t it?” He laughed. “Normally I’m looking for an excuse to stay home. Yet now, when I have one, I want to go! But you don’t know how dull it is being stuck indoors alone all the time. It was fun for a couple of days, but a whole week of it… brrr!”
I thought of telling Steve the truth but wasn’t sure how he’d take it. He had wanted to become a vampire. I didn’t think he’d like knowing Mr. Crepsley had picked me instead of him.
And telling Annie was out of the question. She hadn’t mentioned Madam Octa since Steve recovered but I often found her watching me. I don’t know what was going through her head, but my guess is it was something like: “Steve got better, but it wasn’t because of you. You had the chance to save him and you didn’t. You told a lie and risked his life, just so you wouldn’t get into trouble. Would you have done the same if it had been me?”
Steve was the center of attention that Friday. The whole class crowded around and begged for his story. They wanted to know what had poisoned him, how he’d survived, what the hospital had been like, if they’d operated on him, if he had any scars, and so on.
“I don’t know what bit me,” he said. “I was at Darren’s house. I was sitting by the window. I heard a noise but before I could look to see what it was, I got bitten and passed out.” This was the story we had agreed upon when I went to visit him at the hospital.
I felt stranger than ever that Friday. I spent the morning gazing around the classroom, feeling out of place. It seemed so pointless. “I shouldn’t be here,” I kept thinking. “I’m not a normal kid anymore. I should be out earning my living as a vampire’s assistant. What good will English, history, and geography do me now? This isn’t my scene.”
Tommy and Alan told Steve about my skill on the soccer field. “He’s running like the wind these days,” Alan said.
“And playing like PelÉ,” Tommy added.
“Really?” Steve asked, looking at me oddly. “What’s brought on the big change, Darren?”
“There isn’t any change,” I lied. “I’m just on a roll. I’m lucky.”
“Listen to Mr. Modest!” Tommy laughed. “Mr. Dalton has said he might put him at forward for the under-seventeen soccer team. Imagine one of us playing for the under-seventeens! Nobody our age has ever made that team.”
“No,” Steve mused. “They haven’t.”
“Aw, it’s just Dalton talking,” I said, trying to brush it aside.
“Maybe,” Steve said. “Maybe.”
I played badly that lunchtime, on purpose. I could tell Steve was suspicious. I don’t think he knew what was going on, but he sensed something was different about me. I ran slowly and missed chances I normally would have put away even without the special powers.
My ploy worked. By the end of the game he’d stopped studying my every move and was beginning to joke with me again. But then something happened that ruined everything.
Alan and me were running for the same ball. He shouldn’t have been going for it, because I was closest. But Alan was a little younger than the rest of us and sometimes acted stupidly. I thought about pulling back but I was sick of playing badly. Lunch was almost over and I wanted to score at least one goal. So I decided, “The hell with Alan Morris. That’s my ball and if he gets in my way, tough!”
We clashed with each other just before reaching the ball. Alan gave a yell and went flying. I laughed, trapped the ball under my foot, and turned toward goal.
The sight of blood stopped me in my tracks.
Alan had landed awkwardly and cut his left knee. It was a bad gash and blood was welling up. He had started to cry and was making no move to cover it with a tissue or scrap of cloth.
Somebody kicked the ball away from beneath my foot and ran off with it. I took no notice. My eyes were focused on Alan. More specifically, on Alan’s knee. More specifically still, on Alan’s blood.
I took a step toward him. Then another. I was standing over him now, blocking the light. He gazed up and must have seen something odd in my face, because he stopped crying and stared at me uneasily.
I dropped to my knees and, before I knew what I was doing, I had covered the cut on his leg with my mouth and was sucking out his blood and gulping it down!
This went on for a few seconds. My eyes were closed and the blood filled my mouth. It tasted amazing. I’m not sure how much I would have drank or how much harm I would have done to Alan. Luckily, I didn’t get the chance to find out.
I became aware of people around me and opened my eyes. Nearly everyone had stopped playing and was staring at me in horror. I removed my lips from Alan’s knee and looked around at my friends, wondering how to explain this.
Then the solution hit me and I jumped up and spread my arms. “I am the vampire lord!” I yelled. “I am the king of the undead! I will suck the blood from all of you!”
They stared at me in shock, then laughed. They thought it was a joke! They thought I was only pretending to be a vampire.
“You’re a nut, Shan,” somebody said.
“That’s gross!” a girl squealed as fresh blood dripped down my chin. “You should be locked away!”
The bell rang and it was time to return to class. I was feeling pleased with myself. I thought I’d fooled everybody. But then I noticed someone near the back of the crowd and my joy faded. It was Steve, and his dark face told me he knew exactly what had happened. He hadn’t been fooled at all.
He knew.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I AVOIDED STEVE THAT EVENING AND rushed straight home. I was confused. Why had I attacked Alan? I didn’t want to drink anybody’s blood. I hadn’t been looking for a victim. So how come I’d jumped on him like a wild animal? And what if it happened again? And what if next time there was nobody around to stop me and I went on sucking until…
No, that was a crazy thought. The sight of blood had taken me by surprise, that was all. I hadn’t been expecting it. I would learn from this experience and next time I’d be able to hold myself back.
The taste of blood was still in my mouth, so I went to the bathroom and washed it out with several glasses of water, then brushed my teeth.
I studied myself in the mirror. My face looked the same as ever. My teeth weren’t any longer or sharper. My eyes and ears were the same. I had the same old body. No extra muscles, no added height, no fresh patches of hair. The only visible difference was in my nails, which had hardened and darkened.
So why was I acting so strangely?
I drew one of my nails along the glass of the mirror and it made a long deep scratch. “I’ll have to be careful of those,” I thought to myself.
My attack on Alan aside, I didn’t appear to be too badly off. In fact, the more I thought about it, the less dreadful it seemed. Okay, it would take a long time to grow up, and I’d have to be careful if I saw fresh blood. Those were downers.
But apart from that, life should be fine. I was stronger than anybody else my age, faster and fitter. I could become a sprinter or a boxer or a soccer player. My age would work against me but if I was talented enough, that wouldn’t matter.
Imagine: a vampire soccer player! I’d make millions. I’d be on TV talk shows, people would write books about me, a film would be made of my life, and I might be asked to make a song with a famous band. Maybe I could get work in the movie business as a stuntman for other kids. Or…
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. “Who is it?” I asked.
“Annie,” came the reply. “Are you finished yet? I’ve been waiting forever to use the bathroom.”
“Come in,” I told her. “I’m done.”
She entered. “Admiring yourself in the mirror again?” she asked.
“Of course.” I grinned. “Why shouldn’t I?”
“If I had a face like yours, I’d stay away from mirrors.” She giggled. She had a towel wrapped around her. She turned on the bath faucets and ran a
hand under the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Then she sat on the edge of the tub and studied me.
“You look strange,” she said.
“I don’t,” I said. Then, looking in the mirror, I asked: “Do I?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I don’t know what it is, but there’s something different about you.”
“You’re just imagining things,” I told her. “I’m the same as I always was.”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re definitely…” The tub began filling up, so she stopped speaking and turned aside to turn off the faucets. As she was bending over, my eyes focused on the curve of her neck, and suddenly my mouth went dry.
“As I was saying, you look—,” she began, turning back around.
She stopped when she saw my eyes.
“Darren?” she asked nervously. “Darren, what are—”
I raised my right hand and she went quiet. Her eyes widened and she stared silently at my fingers as I waved them slowly from side to side, then around in small circles. I wasn’t sure how I was doing it, but I was hypnotizing her!
“Come here,” I growled, my voice deeper than normal. Annie rose and obeyed. She moved as if sleepwalking, eyes blank, arms and legs stiff.
When she stopped before me, I traced the outline of her neck with my fingers. I was breathing heavily and seeing her as though through a misty cloud. My tongue slowly licked around my lips and my belly rumbled. The bathroom felt as hot as a furnace, and I could see beads of sweat rolling down Annie’s face.
I walked around the back of her, my hands never leaving her flesh. I could feel the veins throbbing as I stroked them, and when I pressed down on one near the bottom of her neck, I could see it standing out, blue and beautiful, begging to be ripped open and sucked dry.
I bared my teeth and leaned forward, jaws wide open.
At the last moment, as my lips touched her neck, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, and thankfully that was enough to make me pause.
The face in the mirror was a twisted, unfamiliar mask, full of red eyes, sharp wrinkles, and a vicious grin. I lifted my head for a closer look. It was me but at the same time it wasn’t. It was like there were two people sharing one body, a normal human boy and a savage animal of the night.
As I stared, the ugly face faded and the urge to drink blood passed. I gazed at Annie, horrified. I’d been about to bite her! I would have fed on my own sister!
I fell away from her with a cry and covered my face with my hands, afraid of the mirror and what I might see. Annie staggered backward, then looked around the bathroom in a dazed kind of way.
“What’s going on?” she asked. “I feel weird. I came in for a bath, didn’t I? Is it ready?”
“Yes,” I said softly. “It’s ready.”
I was ready, too. Ready to become a vampire!
“I’ll leave you alone,” I said, and let myself out.
I fell against the wall in the hall, where I spent a couple of minutes taking deep breaths and trying to calm down.
It couldn’t be controlled. The thirst for blood was something I wouldn’t be able to beat. I didn’t even have to see spilled blood now. Just thinking of it had been enough to bring out the monster in me.
I stumbled to my room and collapsed upon my bed. I cried as I lay there, because I knew my life as a human had come to an end. I could no longer live as plain old Darren Shan. The vampire in me could not be controlled. Sooner or later it would make me do something terrible and I would end up killing Mom or Dad or Annie.
I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t. My life was no longer important, but those of my friends and family were. For their sakes, I would have to travel far away, to a place where I could do no harm.
I waited for dark to fall, then let myself out. No hanging around this time until my parents fell asleep. I didn’t dare, because I knew one of them would come to my room before going to bed. I could picture it, Mom bending over to kiss me goodnight, getting the shock of her life as I bit into her neck.
I didn’t leave a note or take anything with me. I wasn’t able to think about such things. All I knew was, I had to get out, the sooner the better. Anything that delayed my exit was bad.
I walked quickly and was soon at the theater. It no longer looked scary. I was used to it. Besides, vampires have nothing to fear from dark, haunted buildings.
Mr. Crepsley was waiting for me inside the front door.
“I heard you coming,” he said. “You lasted longer in the world of humans than I thought.”
“I sucked blood from one of my best friends,” I told him. “And I almost bit my younger sister.”
“You escaped lightly,” he said. “Many vampires kill someone close to them before realizing they are doomed.”
“There’s no way back, is there?” I asked sadly. “No magic potion to make me human again or keep me from attacking people?”
“The only thing that can stop you now,” he said, “is the good old stake through the heart.”
“Very well,” I sighed. “I don’t like it, but I guess I’ve got no other choice. I’m yours. I won’t run away again. Do with me as you wish.”
He nodded slowly. “You probably will not believe this,” he said, “but I know what you are going through and I feel sorry for you.” He shook his head. “But that is neither here nor there. We have work to do and cannot afford to waste time. Come, Darren Shan,” he said, taking my hand. “We have much to do before you can assume your rightful place as my assistant.”
“Like what?” I asked, confused.
“First of all,” he said, with a sly smile, “we have to kill you!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I SPENT MY LAST WEEKEND SAYING silent good-byes. I visited every one of my favorite spots: library, swimming pool, cinema, parks, soccer field. I went to some of the places with Mom or Dad, some with Alan Morris or Tommy Jones. I would have liked to spend time with Steve but couldn’t bear to face him.
I got the feeling, every so often, that I was being followed, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. But whenever I turned to look, nobody was there, Eventually I put it down to nerves and ignored it.
I treated every minute with my family and friends as if it was special. I paid close attention to their faces and voices, so I would never forget. I knew I’d never see these people again and that tore me apart inside, but it was the way it had to be. There was no going back.
They could do nothing wrong that weekend. Mom’s kisses didn’t embarrass me, Dad’s orders didn’t bother me, Alan’s stupid jokes didn’t annoy me.
I spent more time with Annie than with anybody else. I was going to miss her the most. I gave her piggyback rides and swung her around by the arms and took her to the soccer field with me and Tommy. I even played with her dolls!
Sometimes I felt like crying. I’d look at Mom or Dad or Annie and realize how much I loved them, how empty my life would be without them. I had to turn aside at moments like that and take long, deep breaths. A couple of times that didn’t work and I rushed away to cry in private.
I think they guessed something was wrong. Mom came into my room that Saturday night and stayed for a long time, tucking me into bed, telling me stories, listening to me talk. It had been years since we’d spent time together like that. I felt sorry, after she’d gone, that we hadn’t had more nights like this.
In the morning, Dad asked if there was anything I wanted to discuss with him. He said I was a growing young man and would be going through lots of changes, and he’d understand if I had mood swings or wanted to go off by myself. But he would always be there for me to talk to.
“You’ll be there, but I won’t be!” I felt like crying, but I kept quiet, nodded my head, and thanked him.
I behaved as perfectly as possible. I wanted to leave a fine final impression, so they would remember me as a good son, a good brother, a good friend. I didn’t want anybody thinking badly of me when I was gone.
Dad
was going to take us out to a restaurant for dinner that Sunday, but I asked if we could stay home to eat. This would be my last meal with them and I wanted it to be special. When I was looking back on it in later years, I wanted to be able to remember us together, at home, a happy family.
Mom cooked my favorite food: chicken, roast potatoes, corn on the cob. Annie and me had freshly squeezed orange juice to drink. Mom and Dad shared a bottle of wine. We had strawberry cheesecake for dessert. Everybody was in a good mood. We sang songs. Dad cracked terrible jokes. Mom played a tune with a pair of spoons. Annie recited a few poems. Everybody joined in for a game of charades.
It was a day I wished would never end. But, of course, all days must, and finally, as it always does, the sun dropped and the darkness of night crept across the sky.
Dad looked up after a while, then at his watch. “Time for bed,” he said. “You two have school in the morning.”
“No,” I thought, “I don’t. I don’t have school ever again.” That should have cheered me up—but all I could think was: “No school means no Mr. Dalton, no friends, no soccer, no school trips.”
I delayed going to bed as long as I could. I spent forever taking off my clothes and putting on my pajamas; longer still washing my hands and face and brushing my teeth. Then, when it could be avoided no longer, I went downstairs to the living room, where Mom and Dad were talking. They looked up, surprised to see me.
“Are you all right, Darren?” Mom asked.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“You’re not feeling sick?”
“I’m fine,” I assured her. “I just wanted to say good night.” I put my arms around Dad, then kissed him on the cheek. Next I did the same with Mom. “Good night,” I said to each.
“This is one for the books.” Dad laughed, rubbing his cheek where I had kissed him. “How long since he kissed the two of us good night, Angie?”
“Too long.” Mom smiled, patting my head.
“I love you,” I told them. “I know I haven’t said it very often, but I do. I love the both of you and always will.”