Free Cirque Du Freak The Vampire's Assistant by Darren Shan Page A

in the bushes for hours.

    "Why didn't you come into the camp?" I asked.

    "I didn't want to interrupt," he said. "Besides, I thought somebody might have let the wolf-man out. He didn't seem to like me when I saw him yesterday."

    "He's like that with everyone," Evra told him.

    "Maybe," Sam said, "but I figure it's best not to take chances."

    Sam was in a questioning mood. He'd obviously been thinking about us a lot since the day
    before.

    "Don't you ever wear shoes?" he asked Evra.

    "No," Evra said. "The soles of my feet are extra tough."

    "What happens if you step on a thorn or a nail?" Sam asked.

    Evra smiled, sat down, and gave Sam his foot. "Try scratching it with a sharp twig," he said.

    Sam broke off a branch and poked Evra's sole. It was like trying to make a hole in tough leather.

    "A sharp piece of glass might slice me," Evra said, "but that doesn't happen very often, and my skin's getting tougher every year."

    "I wish I had skin like that," Sam said enviously. Then he turned to me. "How come you wear the same suit all the time?" he asked.

    I looked down at the suit I'd been buried alive in. I'd meant to ask for some new clothes but had forgotten.

    "I like it," I said.

    "I've never seen a kid wearing a suit like that before," Sam said. "Not unless they were at a wedding or a funeral. Are you forced to wear it?"

    "No," I said.

    "Did you ask your parents if you could join the Cirque?" Evra said then, to distract Sam's attention.

    "No," Sam sighed. "I told them about it, of course, but I figured it would be best to take it slowly.
    I won't tell them until just before I leave, or maybe not until I'm gone."

    "So you still plan to join?" I asked.

    "You bet!" Sam said. "I know you tried scaring me away, but I'll get in somehow. You wait. I'll keep coming around. I'll read books and learn everything there is to know about freak shows, and then I'll go to your boss and state my case. He won't be able to turn me down."

    Evra and I smiled at each other. We knew Sam's dream would never lead to anything, but we didn't have the heart to tell him.

    We went to see an old, deserted railroad station, about two miles away, which Sam had told us about.

    "It's great," he said. "They used to work on trains there, repair and paint them and stuff like that.
    It was a busy station when it was open. Then a new station opened closer to the city and this place went bankrupt. It's a great place to play. There are rusty old railroad tracks, empty sheds, a guardhouse, and a couple of ancient train cars."

    "Is it safe?" Evra asked.

    "My mother says it isn't," Sam told us. "It's one of the few places she tells me to stay away from.
    She says I could fall through the roof of one of the cars or trip on a rail or something. But I've been there lots of times and nothing's ever happened."

    It was another sunny day, and we were walking slowly under the shade of the trees when I
    smelled something strange. I stopped and sniffed the air. Evra could smell it, too.

    "What is that?" I asked.

    "I don't know," he said, sniffing the air next to me. "Which way is it coming from?"

    "I can't tell," I said. It was a thick, heavy, sour smell.

    Sam hadn't smelled anything and kept walking ahead of us. Then he realized we weren't beside him, Hopped, and turned to see what was going on.

    "What's wrong?" he asked. "Why aren't you-"

    "Gotcha !" a voice yelled behind me, and before I could move I felt a firm hand grab my shoulder and spin me around. I saw a large, hairy face, and then suddenly I was falling
    backward, thrown off-balance by the force of the hand.

CHAPTER 16
    I fell hard on the ground and sprained my arm. I screamed with pain, then tried twisting away from the hairy figure above me. Before I could do anything, he was crouching by my side with a fierce look on his face.

    "Oh, hey, man, I didn't hurt you, did I?" He had a friendly voice, and I realized my life wasn't in danger; the look on his face was one of concern, not