"Just plain Von," Evra said.
"Oh." R.V. smiled. "Cool!"
R.V. was an ecowarrior, here to stop a road from being built. He was a member of NOP Nature's Opposing Protectors and had traveled the country saving forests and lakes and animals and stuff like that.
He offered to show us around his camp, and we jumped at the chance. The railway station could wait. This was an opportunity that wouldn't come every day.
He talked about the environment nonstop as we walked. He told us about all the crappy things being done to Mother Nature, the forests we were destroying, the rivers we were polluting, the air we were poisoning, the animals we were driving to extinction.
"And this is all in our own country!" he said. "I'm not talking about stuff happening somewhere else. This is what we're doing to our own land!"
NOP was fighting to save the earth from greedy, dangerous humans who didn't care what they did to it. I had journeyed up and down the country trying to make other people aware of the dangers. They gave out pamphlets and books about how to protect the environment.
"But raising awareness ain't enough," R.V. told us. "It's a start, but we must do more. We have to stop the pollution and destruction of the countryside. Take this place: They were going to build a road through an old burial ground, a place where people buried their dead thousands of years ago. Can you imagine that, man? Destroying a part of history, just to save drivers ten or twenty minutes!"
R.V. shook his head sadly. "These are crazy times, man," he said. "The things we're doing to this planet In the future assuming there is one people will look back on what we've done and call us idiotic barbarians."
He was very passionate about the environment, and after listening to him for a while, so were Sam, Evra and me. I hadn't thought about it much before, but after a couple of hours with R.V., I realized I should have. As R.V. said, those who don't think and act now can't complain when the world crumbles around their ears later.
His campsite was an interesting place. The people twenty or so slept in handmade huts that had been built out of branches and leaves and shrubs. Most were as dirty and smelly as R.V., but they were also cheerful and kind and generous.
"How did you stop the road from being built?" Sam asked.
"We dug tunnels under the land," R.V. said. "And we sabotaged the machines they sent in. And we alerted the media. Rich dudes hate having cameras pointed at them. One TV news crew is as good as twenty active warriors."
Evra asked R.V. if they ever fought hand to hand. R.V. said NOP didn't believe in violent confrontation, but we could see from the look on his face that he wasn't happy about that. "If I had my way," he said, "we'd give as good as we got. We're too nice sometimes. Man, if I was in charge, we'd give those turkeys a taste of hell!"
R.V. invited us to stay for lunch. It wasn't very good food there was no meat, just a bunch of vegetables and rice and fruit but we ate a lot to be polite.
They had lots of mushrooms as well big and oddly colored but R.V. wouldn't let us eat any of those.
"When you're older, man," he said with a laugh.
We left soon after lunch. The members of NOP had duties and jobs they had to do, and we didn't want to be in the way.
R.V. told us we could come back any time, but that they'd probably be moving on in a couple of days.
"We've almost won the fight here," he said. "Another few days and it'll be time to strike out for new pastures. Battles come and go, man, but the war is never-ending."
We waved good-bye and headed for home.
"That R.V.'s weird," Sam said after a while. "Can you imagine giving up everything to go off and fight for animals and the countryside?"
"He's doing what he believes in," Evra said.
"I know," Sam said. "I think it's cool that he's doing it. We need people like him. It's too bad there aren't more of them. Still, it's a weird way to live, don't you think? You'd have to be pretty dedicated. I don't thinkI could become an environmental warrior."
"Me neither," I agreed.
"I could," Evra said.
"You could not," I scoffed.
"Why not?" he asked. "I could take my snake and live with them and fight with them."
"You just couldn't," I insisted.
"Why not?"
"Because you're not smelly enough!" I laughed.
Evra made a face. "Theywere a little on the crunchy-granola side, weren't they?" he admitted.
"They smell worse than my feet when I haven't changed my socks for a week!" Sam exclaimed.
"Still," Evra said, "I can think of lots of worst-ways to spend my time when I grow up. I'd kind of like to be like R.V."
"Me, too," Sam said.
I shrugged. "I guess I could get used to it."
We were in a good mood and talked about NOP and R.V. the whole way back to camp. None of us had any idea of the trouble the nice ecowarrior would soon create or the tragedy he would unintentionally cause.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The next few days went by lazily. Evra and me were kept busy with our chores and with feeding the Little People. I'd tried talking to a couple of the silent blue-hooded creatures, but none of them looked at me when I spoke.
It was impossible to tell them apart. One stood out because he or she (or it) was taller than the others, and one was shorter, and another limped on his left leg. But the rest looked exactly alike.
Sam was helping out more and more around the camp. We didn't take him with us when we went hunting, but we let him pitch in with most of our other jobs. He was a hard worker, determined to impress us and earn himself a full-time position with the Cirque.
I didn't see much of Mr. Crepsley. He knew I had to be up early to hunt for the Little People's food, so he left me alone most of the time. I was happy that way; I didn't want him bugging me about drinking human blood.
Then Cormac Limbs arrived early one morning, which caused great excitement.
"You've got to see this guy," Evra said, dragging me behind him. "He's the most amazing performer who ever lived."
There was already a large crowd around Cormac when we arrived at Mr. Tall's van (where he reported in to). People were slapping him on the back and asking what he'd been up to and where he'd been. He smiled at everybody, shook hands, and answered questions. He might have been a star, but he wasn't big-headed.
"Evra Von!" he shouted when he saw the snake-boy. He reached over and gave Evra a hug. "How's my favorite two-legged reptile?"
"Fine," Evra said.
"Have you shed your skin lately?" Cormac asked.
"Not recently," Evra said.
"Remember," Cormac said, "I want it when you do. It's valuable. Human snakeskin is worth more than gold in some countries."
"You can have as much of it as you like," Evra assured him. Then he pushed me forward. "Cormac, this is Darren Shan, a friend of mine. He's new at the Cirque and hasn't seen you before."
"Never seen Cormac Limbs?!" Cormac shouted, pretending to be upset. "How can this be? I thought everybody in the world had seen the magnificent Cormac Limbs in action."
"I've never even heard of you," I told him.
He clutched his chest as though suffering a heart attack.
"What do you do?" I asked.
Cormac looked around at the crowd. "Should I give a demonstration?"
"Yeah!" they shouted eagerly.
Cormac looked at Mr. Tall, standing at the back of the crowd. Mr. Tall sighed and nodded. "You may as well," he said. "They won't leave you alone until you do."
"All right then," Cormac said. "Stand back and give me room."
The crowd moved back immediately. I started to move with them, but Cormac laid a hand on my shoulder and told me to stay.
"Now," he said to the crowd, "I've been traveling for a long time and I'm too tired to go through my entire routine, so we'll keep this short and sweet."
He made his right hand into a fist, then stuck out his index finger. "Darren, will you put this finger in your mouth?" he asked.
I glanced at Evra, who signaled for me to do what Cormac asked.
"Now," Cormac said, "bite down on it, please."
I bit softly.
"Harder," Cormac said.
I bit slightly harder.
"Come on, boy," Cormac shouted. "Put some backbone into it. Work those jaws. Are you a shark or a mouse?"
Okay. He wanted me to bite hard? Then I would.
I opened my mouth and bit down quickly, meaning to give him a shock. Instead, I was the one who was shocked, becauseI bit clean through the finger and snapped it right off !
I fell back in terror and spat the dead finger from my mouth. My eyes shot up at Cormac Limbs. I expected him to scream, but he only laughed and held up his hand.
There was no blood where I'd bitten the finger off, only a white, jagged stump. As I watched, the most amazing thing happened:The finger began to grow back !
I thought I had to be imagining it, but as the seconds passed it kept growing, and pretty soon it was full-length again. Cormac held it rigidly in place a few seconds longer, then flexed it in and out to show it was as good as new.
The crowd cheered, and I felt my heart slow back down to normal.
I looked down at the ground, where I'd spat out the finger, and saw it beginning to rot. Within a minute it was nothing more than a grayish mound of mold.
"Sorry if I frightened you," Cormac said, giving my head a pat.
"That's okay," I told him. "I should have learned by now to expect the unexpected around here. Can I feel the new finger?" He nodded. It didn't feel different from any of the others. "How do you do it?" I asked, amazed. "It is an illusion?"
"No illusion," he said. "It's why they call me CormacLimbs . I've been able to grow new limbs fingers, toes, arms, legs ever since I was a toddler. My parents discovered my talent when I had an accident with a kitchen knife and cut off part of my nose. I can grow back virtually any part of my body. Except my head. I haven't tried cutting that off. I guess it's best not to tempt fate."
"Doesn't it hurt?" I asked.
"A little," he said, "but not much. When one of my limbs gets cut off, a new one starts to grow almost immediately, so there's only a second or two of pain. It's a little like "
"Come, come!" Mr. Tall bellowed, cutting him short. "We don't have time for detailed description. This show has been idle far too long. It's time we entertained the public again, before they forget about us or think we've retired.
"People," he shouted to the crowd, and clapped his hands together. "Spread the word. The lull is over. The show goes on tonight!"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The camp was buzzing with activity all afternoon. People were running around like crazy. A bunch of them were working on putting together the circus tent. I hadn't seen it before. It was an impressive sight when it was done, tall and round and red, decorated with pictures of the performers.
Evra and me were kept busy, hammering pegs into the ground to hold the tent in place, arranging seats inside, setting up the stage for the show, preparing props for the performers (we had to find tin cans and nuts and bolts for Rhamus Twobellies to eat, and help move the wolf-man's cage inside the tent, and so on).
It was a huge operation, but it moved with incredible speed. Everyone in the camp knew their place and what was expected of them, and there was never any real panic over the course of the day. Everybody worked as part of a team and things came together smoothly.
Sam showed up early in the afternoon. I would have kept him around to help with the work, but Evra said he'd be in the way, so we told him he had to take off. He was upset and slouched off, kicking an empty soda can along in front of him. I felt sorry for him, then realized how I could cheer him up.
"Sam! Wait a minute!" I shouted. "I'll be back in a second," I told Evra, then rushed off to Mr. Tall's van.
I knocked once on the door and it opened instantly. Mr. Tall was standing inside, and before I could say a word, he held out two tickets for entry to the Cirque Du Freak.
I stared at the tickets, then at Mr. Tall. "How did you know ?"
"I have my ways," he replied with a smile.
"I don't have any money," I warned him.
"I'll take it out of your wages," he said.
I frowned. "You don't pay me anything."
His smile widened. "Clever old me." He handed over the tickets and closed the door in my face before I could thank him.
I hurried back to Sam and gave him the tickets.
"What are these?" he asked.
"Tickets for tonight's show," I told him. "One for you and one for R.V."
"Oh, wow!" Sam quickly stuck the tickets in his pocket, as if he was afraid they might blow away or vanish. "Thanks, Darren."
"No problem," I said. "The only thing is, it's a late show. We're starting at eleven, and it won't be over till nearly one in the morning. Will you be able to come?"
"Sure," Sam said. "I'll sneak out. Mom and Dad go to bed at nine every night. They're early birds."
"If you get caught," I warned him, "don't tell them where you're going."
"My lips are sealed," he promised, then set off to find R.V.
Except for a quick dinner, there was no other break between then and the start of the show. While Evra left to feed his snake, I set up candles inside the circus tent. There were also five huge chandeliers to be hung, four above the crowd and one over the stage, but the Little People took care of those.
Mags a pretty woman who sold souvenirs and candy during intermission asked me to help her get the displays ready, so I spent an hour stacking candy spiderwebs and edible "glass" statues and pieces of the wolf-man's hair. There was a new novelty I hadn't seen before: a small model of Cormac Limbs. When you cut a part of it off, a new piece grew in its place. I asked Mags how it worked but she didn't know.
"It's one of Mr. Tall's inventions," she said. "He makes a lot of this stuff himself."
I chopped the head off the model and tried peering down the neck to see what was inside, but a new head grew before I could.
"The models don't last forever," Mags said. "They rot after a few months."
"Do you tell people that when they're buying them?" I asked.
"Of course," she said. "Mr. Tall insists we let the customers know exactly what they're buying. He doesn't approve of conning people."
Mr. Crepsley summoned me half an hour before the show began. He was dressing in his stage costume when I entered.
"Polish Madam Octa's cage," he ordered, "then brush your suit down and clean yourself up."
"Why?" I asked.
"You are going on with me," he said.
My eyes lit up. "You mean I'm part of the act?" I gasped.
"A small part," he said. "You can bring the cage on and play the flute when it is Madam Octa's time to spin a web over my mouth."
"Mr. Tall normally does that, doesn't he?"
"Normally," Mr. Crepsley agreed, "but we are short on performers tonight, so he is going to be performing himself. Besides, you are better suited to assisting than him."
"How so?" I asked.
"You look creepier," he said. "With your pale face and that awful suit, you look like something out of a horror film."
That gave me a little bit of a shock. I'd never thought I was creepy looking! I looked in a mirror and realized I did look sort of frightening. Because I hadn't drank human blood, I was a lot paler than I should have been. The dirty suit made me look even more ghostlike. I made up my mind to find something new to wear in the morning.
The show started at exactly eleven. I didn't expect much of a crowd we were in the middle of nowhere and hadn't had much time to notify people about the show but the tent was packed.
"Where did they all come from?" I whispered to Evra as we watched Mr. Tall introduce the wolf-man.
"Everywhere," he replied quietly. "People always know when one of our shows is happening. Besides, even though he only told us about it today, Mr. Tall probably knew we'd be playing tonight ever since we set up camp."
I watched the show from the wings, enjoying it even more than the first time I'd seen it, because now I knew the people involved and felt like part of the family.
Hans Hands went on after the wolf-man, followed by Rhamus Twobellies. We had our first break, then Mr. Tall went onstage and darted around the place, never seeming to move, just vanishing from one spot and appearing somewhere new. Next up was Truska, then it was my turn to go onstage with Mr. Crepsley and Madam Octa.
The lights were low, but my vampire vision helped me pick out Sam's and R.V.'s faces in the crowd. They were surprised to see me and clapped louder than anybody else. I had to hide my excited smile: Mr. Crepsley had told me to look miserable and glum, to impress the crowd.
I stood over on one side as Mr. Crepsley made a speech about how deadly Madam Octa was, then opened the door to her cage as an assistant led a goat on the stage.
There was a loud, angry gasp when Madam Octa killed the goat it came from R.V. I knew then that I shouldn't have invited him I'd forgotten how fond he was of animals but it was too late to take back my invitation.
I was pretty nervous when it was my turn to play the flute and control Madam Octa, feeling every set of eyes in the tent focus on me. I'd never performed for a crowd before and for a few seconds I was afraid my lips wouldn't work or I'd forget the tune. But once I started blowing and sending my thoughts to Madam Octa, I did okay.
As she weaved her web across Mr. Crepsley's lips, it struck me that I could get rid of him now if I wanted.
I could make her bite him.
The idea shocked me. I'd thought about killing him before, but never seriously, and not since we'd joined the Cirque. Now here he was, his life in my hands. All it would take was one "slip." I could say it was an accident. Nobody would be able to prove otherwise.
I watched the spider move back and forth, up and down, her poisonous fangs glinting under the lights of the chandelier. The heat from the candles was intense. I was sweating a lot. It occurred to me that I could blame the slip of my fingers on the sweat.
Over his mouth she spun her web. His hands were down by his sides. He wouldn't be able to stop her. One wrong toot on the flute was all it would take. One broken note to stop the train of thought between the two of us, and
I didn't do it. I played perfectly and safely. I wasn't sure why I spared the vampire. Maybe because Mr. Tall might know I'd killed him. Maybe because I needed Mr. Crepsley to teach me how to survive. Maybe because I didn't want to become a killer.
Or maybe, just maybe, because I was starting to like the vampire. After all, he'd brought me to the Cirque and made me part of his act. I wouldn't have met Evra and Sam if it hadn't been for him. He'd been kind to me, as kind as he could be.
Whatever the reason, I didn't let Madam Octa kill her master, and at the end of the act we took our bows and exited together.
"You thought about killing me," Mr. Crepsley said softly once we were backstage.
"What do you mean?" I played dumb.
"You know what I mean," he said. There was a pause. "It would not have worked. I milked most of the poison from her fangs before we went on. Killing the goat took the rest out of her."
"It was a test?" I stared at him, and my hatred grew again. "I thought you were being nice to me!" I cried. "And all the time it was just a test!"
His face was serious. "I had to know," he said. "I had to know if I could rely on you."
"Well, listen to this," I growled, standing on my toes so I could go eyeball to eyeball with him. "Your test was useless. I didn't kill you this time, but if I ever get the chance again, I'll take it!"
I stormed off without another word, too upset to stick around to see Cormac Limbs or the end of the show, feeling betrayed, even though deep down I knew what he said made sense.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Iwas still upset the next morning. Evra kept asking me what was wrong, but I wouldn't tell him. I didn't want him to know I'd been thinking of killing Mr. Crepsley.
Evra told me he'd met Sam and R.V. after the show. "Sam loved it," Evra said, "especially Cormac Limbs. You should have stayed to see Cormac in action. When he sawed his legs off "
"I'll see him next time," I said. "How did R.V. take it?"
Evra frowned. "He wasn't happy."
"Upset about the goat?" I asked.
"Yeah," Evra said, "but not just that. I said we bought the goat from a butcher, so it would have been killed anyway. It was the wolf-man, the snake, and Mr. Crepsley's spider that bothered him the most."
"What was wrong withthem ?" I asked.
"He was afraid they weren't being treated right. He didn't like the idea of them being locked in cages. I told him they weren't, except for the spider. I said the wolf-man was really quiet offstage. And I showed him my snake and how she slept with me."
"Did he believe you about the wolf-man?" I asked.
"I think so," Evra said, "although he still seemed suspicious when they were leaving. And he wasvery interested in their eating habits. He wanted to know what we fed them, how often, and where we got the food. We have to be careful with R.V. He could cause problems. Luckily, he should be leaving in a day or two, but until then, beware."
The day went by quietly. Sam didn't show up until later on in the afternoon, and none of us was in the mood for playing. It was a cloudy day, and we were all a little out of sorts. Sam only stayed for half an hour, then went home again.
Mr. Crepsley summoned me to his van a little after sunset. I wasn't going to go, but decided it was best not to annoy him too much. He was my guardian, after all, and could probably have me booted out of the Cirque Du Freak.
"What do you want?" I snapped when I arrived.
"Stand over here, where I can see you better," the vampire said.
He tilted my head backward with his bony fingers and rolled up my eyelids to check the whites of my eyes. He told me to open my mouth and peered down my throat. Then he checked my pulse and reflexes.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Tired," I said.
"Weak?" he asked. "Sick?"
"A bit."
He grunted. "Have you been drinking much blood lately?" he asked.
"As much as I'm supposed to," I said.
"But no human blood?"
"No," I said softly.
"Okay," he said. "Get ready. We are going out."
"Hunting?" I asked.
He shook his head. "To see a friend."
I got up on his back outside the van, and he began running.
When we were far enough away from the camp, he flitted and the world blurred around us.
I didn't really pay attention to where we were going. I was more concerned with my suit. I'd forgotten to get new clothes, and now, the more I examined it, the worse the suit seemed.
There were dozens of small holes and rips, and the color was a lot grayer than it was supposed to be, because of the dirt and dust. Strands of thread and fibers had come loose, and every time I shook an arm or a leg I looked like I was shedding hairs.
I'd never been very worried about clothes, but I didn't want to look like abum . Tomorrow I'd definitely find something new to wear.
After a while we approached a city and Mr. Crepsley slowed down. He stopped outside the back of a tall building. I wanted to ask where we were, but he put a finger to his lips and made the sign for silence.
The back door was locked but Mr. Crepsley laid a hand over it and clicked the fingers of his other hand. It opened instantly. He led the way through a long, dark corridor, then up a set of stairs and into a brightly lit hallway.
After a few minutes, we came to a white desk. Mr. Crepsley looked around to make sure we were alone, then rang the bell that hung from one of the walls.
A figure appeared behind the glass wall on the other side of the desk. The door in the glass wall opened and a brown-haired man in a white uniform and green mask stepped through. He looked like a doctor.
"How may I ," he began, then stopped. "Larten Crepsley! What are you doing here, you old devil?"
The man pulled down his mask, and I saw he was grinning.
"Hello, Jimmy," Mr. Crepsley said. The two shook hands and smiled at each other. "Long time no see."
"Not as long as I thought it would be," the man called Jimmy said. "I heard you'd been killed. An old enemy finally rammed a stake through your rotten heart, or so the story went."
"You should not believe everything you hear," Mr. Crepsley said. He put a hand on my shoulder and nudged me forward. "Jimmy, this is Darren Shan, a traveling companion of mine. Darren, this is Jimmy Ovo, an old friend and the world's finest pathologist."
"Hello," I said.
"Pleased to meet you," Jimmy said, shaking my hand. "You aren't a I mean, do you belong tothe club ?"
"He is a vampire," Mr. Crepsley said.
"Only half of me," I snapped. "I'm not a full vampire."
"Please," Jimmy winced. "Don't use that word. I know what you guys are, and I'm fine with it, but that 'V' word never fails to freak me out." He shivered playfully. "I think it's because of all the horror movies I watched when I was a kid. I know you're not like those movie monsters, but it's hard to get the image out of my mind."
"What's a pathologist do?" I asked.
"I cut corpses open to see how they died," Jimmy explained. "I don't do it with a lot of bodies just the ones who died in suspicious circumstances."
"This is a city morgue," Mr. Crepsley said. "They store bodies that arrive dead at the hospital or die while they're there."
"Is that where you keep them?" I asked Jimmy, pointing at the room behind the glass wall.
"Yup," he said cheerfully. He swung up a section of the desk and invited us through.
I was nervous. I expected to see dozens of tables piled high with sliced-open bodies. But it wasn't like that. There was one dead body, covered from head to toe with a long sheet, but that was the only one I could see. Otherwise it was a huge, well-lit room, with big filing cabinets built in the walls and lots of medical equipment scattered around the place.
"How is business?" Mr. Crepsley asked as we sat on three chairs near the corpse on the table. Jimmy and Mr. Crepsley didn't pay attention to the dead person, and since I didn't want to look out of place, neither did I.
"Slow enough," Jimmy answered. "The weather's been good, and there haven't been many car accidents. No strange diseases, no food epidemics, no collapsing buildings. By the way," he added, "I had an old friend of yours in here a few years back."
"Oh?" Mr. Crepsley responded politely. "Who was that?"
Jimmy sniffed heavily through his nose, then cleared his throat.
"Gavner Purl?" Mr. Crepsley hooted with delight. "How is the old dog as clumsy as ever?"
They started talking about their friend Gavner Purl. I looked around while they were speaking, wondering where the bodies were kept. Finally, when they paused for breath, I asked Jimmy. He stood up, and told me to follow. He led the way to the big filing cabinets and pulled one of the drawers out.
There was a hissing sound, and a cloud of cold air rose from inside the drawer. When it cleared, I saw a sheet-covered form and realized the filing cabinets weren't filing cabinets at all. They were refrigerated coffins!
"We store the bodies here until we're ready."
Jimmy said, "or until their next of kin come to collect them."
I looked around the room, counting the rows of drawer doors. "Is there a body behind each of these?" I asked.
Jimmy shook his head. "We've only got six guests right now, not counting the one on the table. Like I said, it's quiet. And even during our busiest times, most of our storage space goes unused. It's rare for us to be half full. We just like to be prepared for the worst."
"Any fresh bodies in stock?" Mr. Crepsley asked.
"Wait a minute and I'll check," Jimmy said. He consulted a large pad and flicked through a few pages. "There's a man in his thirties," Jimmy said. "Died in a car crash just over eight hours ago."
"Nothing fresher?" Mr. Crepsley asked.
"Afraid not," Jimmy replied.
Mr. Crepsley sighed. "It will have to do."
"Wait a minute," I said. "You're not going to drink from a dead person, are you?"
"No," Mr. Crepsley said. He reached inside his cape and pulled out some of the small bottles where he stored his supply of human blood. "I have come for a refill."