Free How to Be a Vampire by R.L. Stine

hunt.”
    â€œCool,” T.J. said.
    â€œIt isn’t!” Andrew yelled. “That’s what I keep trying to tell you! I caught this cute little furry bunny. I actually wanted to bite its neck and . . .”
    â€œDrink its blood?” T.J. finished for him.
    Andrew only nodded.
    â€œHmm. I guess vampires-in-training have to sort of work their way up the food chain,” T.J. commented.
    â€œBut I don’t want to!” Andrew almost shouted. “I want to eat pizza and French fries and ice cream. And I want to drink lemonade and milk shakes and soda.”
    â€œBut what about tomb ato juice?” T.J. joked.
    â€œThis isn’t funny!” Andrew insisted. He sighed. “Come on. Let’s hit the books. We have to figure out a way to stop me from turning into a vampire!”
    â€œAndrew?” Emily stood at the bottom of the basement stairs. “I’ve decided to help you.”
    â€œDon’t do me any big favors,” Andrew said.
    â€œI’m not,” Emily said matter-of-factly. “It’s for me. You think I want to be known as the girl with the vampire brother?”
    â€œHere.” T.J. handed Emily An Introduction to Vampires. “This will tell you the basic stuff.”
    Emily made herself a comfortable seat on some crates. Soon she was twisting her pearl necklace around her finger, the way she always did when she was lost in a book.
    T.J. searched through the most advanced books.
    Andrew flipped through book after book. He couldn’t seem to find anything remotely helpful.
    Two hours later, they were still at it.
    Andrew shook his head. “This book tells lots of ways for a human to turn into a vampire,” he said. “But there’s nothing about vampires turning back into humans.”
    He turned to his sister. “Have you found anything?”
    â€œLots of stuff,” Emily said eagerly. “Did you know that if a vampire bites a victim too many times, the victim turns into a werewolf?”
    â€œEmily!” Andrew cried. “This isn’t some trivia game! It’s a matter of life and death! Stick to vampires!”
    â€œSorry,” Emily muttered. “But this stuff is interesting.”
    â€œOnly if it’s not happening to you,” Andrew snapped.
    â€œRight.” Emily nodded. “Okay. I read about how vampires hate garlic and mustard seeds. How they hypnotize their victims. How, when they see lots of little things, they can’t resist counting them. How they get confused at a crossroads. How they don’t reflect in mirrors . . .”
    â€œHey, I can still see myself in the mirror,” Andrew said. “So I’m not a vampire yet. So maybe there’s a way to reverse it!”
    The three turned back to their books.
    At last Emily said, “This book says vampires can’t break into a house. They have to be invited in by their victims.”
    â€œBut only the first time,” T.J. put in. “After that they can come and go whenever they want.”
    â€œMaybe we can get the vampire who bit you on a technicality,” Emily suggested. “Did you invite him in, Andrew?”
    Andrew frowned, trying to remember. The vampire had appeared to him the first time in a dream. He knocked on the window. In the dream, Andrew got out of bed and opened the window for him.
    â€œMaybe I did,” Andrew said at last. “I thought I was dreaming. But maybe I wasn’t.”
    T.J. slammed a large red book. “There’s nothing new in any of these,” he said. “There is just the one, classic way to stop you from turning into a vampire.”
    â€œWhat?” Andrew said. “I’ll do anything.”
    T.J. looked into Andrew’s eyes. “You have to destroy the vampire who made you a vampire.”
    â€œDestroy him?” Andrew’s voice squeaked up on the words. “But, T.J.! He’s—he’s scary! He’s