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Cirque Du Freak 03 - Tunnels Of Blood. Home · Cirque Cirque du Freak: the vampire's assistant Shan, Darren - Cirque Du Freak 07 - Hunters Of The Dusk. TUNNELS OF BLOOD Cirque Du Freak Book 3 By Darren Shan CONTENTS Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter. I just read an excerpt from Cirque Du Freak #3: Tunnels of Blood by Darren Shan that I couldn't help but share! Take a look and let me know what you think.


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Darren takes the loss of Evra pretty badly. Darren goes over to Debbie to seek some comfort. He gets invited over to her house for Christmas Eve. Debbie almost cries when she realizes that Darren might have to leave suddenly and gives him a hug.

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Murlough spots Darren with Debbie and sneers him about it. He reveals to Darren that Evra is alive and well and makes a deal with him, demanding for Mr. Crepsley and a release for Evra. Darren refuses. On returning, Darren tells Mr. Crepsley about Debbie, his talk with Murlough and his refusal to sell Mr. Crepsley for Evra. Crepsley is highly impressed and they begin making plans to save Evra before 25 December, the day when Murlough has promised to kill Evra.

The two venture down the sewers and Darren gets caught by the vampaneze. Darren gives Murlough a piece of his mind by telling him about the vampire laws. He then decides to trade Debbie's life for Evra's.

They reach Debbie's home and room where Mr. Crepsley slays Murlough, who is tricked into killing a goat, according to Darren's plan. The dying vampaneze whispers a compliment to Darren, 'Cluh-cluh-clever buh-buh-buh boy, hmmm? He gets ready to lunge. I position the knife and steady my nerves. The fat man's on his feet now. He hears something. Looks up at the ceiling - wrong way, idiot! Crepsley leaps.

As the vampire jumps, so do I, screeching loudly, slashing at him with the knife, determined to kill I used to be human, until I stole a vampire's spider.

After that, my life changed forever. Crepsley - the vampire - forced me to become his assistant, and I joined a circus full of weird performers called the Cirque Du Freak.

Adapting was hard. Drinking blood was harder, and for a long time I wouldn't do it. Eventually I did, to save the memories of a dying friend vampires can store a person's memories if they drain all their blood. I didn't enjoy it - the following few weeks were horrible, and I was plagued by nightmares - but after that first blood-red drink there could be no going back. I accepted my role as a vampire's assistant and learned to make the best of it. Over the course of the next year, Mr.

Crepsley taught me how to hunt and drink without being caught; how to take just enough blood to survive; how to hide my vampire identity when mixing with others. And in time I put my human fears behind me and became a true creature of the night. A couple of girls stood watching Cormac Limbs with serious expressions. He was stretching his arms and legs, rolling his neck around, loosening his muscles.

Then, winking at the girls, he put the middle three fingers of his right hand between his teeth and bit them off. The girls screamed and fled. Cormac chuckled and wriggled the new fingers that were growing out of his hand. I laughed. You got used to stuff like that when you worked in the Cirque Du Freak. The traveling show was full of incredible people, freaks of nature with cool and sometimes frightening powers.

Apart from Cormac Limbs, the performers included Rhamus Twobellies, capable of eating a full-grown elephant or an army tank; Gertha Teeth, who could bite through steel; the wolf-man - half man, half wolf, who'd killed my friend Sam Grest; Truska, a beautiful and mysterious woman who could grow a beard at will; and Mr.

Tall, who could move as fast as lightning and seemed to be able to read people's minds. Tall owned and managed the Cirque Du Freak.

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We were performing in a small town, camped behind an old mill inside which the show was staged every night. It was a run-down junkyard, but I was used to that type of venue. We could have played the grandest theaters in the world and slept in luxurious hotel rooms - the Cirque made a ton of money - but it was safer to keep a low profile and stick to places where the police and other officials rarely wandered. My appearance hadn't changed much since leaving home with Mr.

Crepsley almost a year and a half before. Because I was a half-vampire, I aged at only a fifth the rate of humans, which meant that though eighteen months had passed, my body was only three or four months older. Although I wasn't very different on the outside, inside I was an entirely new person.

I was stronger than any boy my age, able to run faster, leap farther, and dig my extra-strong nails into brick walls.

My hearing, eyesight, and sense of smell had improved vastly.

Since I wasn't a full vampire, there was lots of stuff I couldn't do yet. For example, Mr.

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Crepsley could run at a superquick speed, which he called flitting. He could breathe out a gas that knocked people unconscious. And he could communicate telepathically with vampires and a few others, such as Mr. I wouldn't be able to do those things until I became a full vampire. I didn't lose any sleep over it, because being a half-vampire had its bonuses: I didn't have to drink much human blood and - better yet - I could move around during the day.

It was daytime when I was exploring a garbage dump with Evra, the snake-boy, looking for food for the Little People - weird, small creatures who wore blue hooded capes and never spoke. Nobody - except maybe Mr. Tall - knew who or what they were, where they came from, or why they traveled with the Cirque. Their master was a creepy man called Mr.

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Tiny he liked to eat children! Do you think they'll mind? I sniffed the air - Evra was a long way off, but I could smell the dog from here as well as a human could up close - and shook my head.

The Little People ate just about anything we brought. I had a fox and a few rats in my bag. I felt bad about killing the rats - rats are friendly with vampires and usually come up to us like tame pets if we call them - but work is work. We all have to do things we don't like in life. There were a bunch of Little People with the Cirque - twenty of them - and one was hunting with Evra and me. He'd been with the Cirque since soon after me and Mr.

Crepsley joined. I could tell him apart from the others because he had a limp in his left leg. Evra and me had taken to calling him Lefty. As I prowled for another rat, I spotted a small silver cross in the garbage.

I picked it up and brushed off the dirt. I take a firmer grip on the knife. I've been practicing my swipe all day. I know the exact point I want to hit. One quick cut across Mr. Crepsley's throat and that'll be that. No more vampire. One more carcass to add to the pile. Long seconds slip by. I don't dare look to see what the fat man is studying. Is he ever going to rise? Then it happens. The fat man struggles to his feet. Crepsley hisses. He gets ready to lunge. I position the knife and steady my nerves.

The fat man's on his feet now.

He hears something. Looks up at the ceiling - wrong way, idiot! Crepsley leaps. As the vampire jumps, so do I, screeching loudly, slashing at him with the knife, determined to kill Chapter ONE One month earlier My name's Darren Shan. I'm a half-vampire. I used to be human, until I stole a vampire's spider. After that, my life changed forever.

Crepsley - the vampire - forced me to become his assistant, and I joined a circus full of weird performers called the Cirque Du Freak. Adapting was hard. Drinking blood was harder, and for a long time I wouldn't do it. Eventually I did, to save the memories of a dying friend vampires can store a person's memories if they drain all their blood.

I didn't enjoy it - the following few weeks were horrible, and I was plagued by nightmares - but after that first blood-red drink there could be no going back. I accepted my role as a vampire's assistant and learned to make the best of it. Over the course of the next year, Mr. Crepsley taught me how to hunt and drink without being caught; how to take just enough blood to survive; how to hide my vampire identity when mixing with others.

And in time I put my human fears behind me and became a true creature of the night. A couple of girls stood watching Cormac Limbs with serious expressions.

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He was stretching his arms and legs, rolling his neck around, loosening his muscles. Then, winking at the girls, he put the middle three fingers of his right hand between his teeth and bit them off.

The girls screamed and fled. Cormac chuckled and wriggled the new fingers that were growing out of his hand. I laughed. You got used to stuff like that when you worked in the Cirque Du Freak. The traveling show was full of incredible people, freaks of nature with cool and sometimes frightening powers. Apart from Cormac Limbs, the performers included Rhamus Twobellies, capable of eating a full-grown elephant or an army tank; Gertha Teeth, who could bite through steel; the wolf-man - half man, half wolf, who'd killed my friend Sam Grest; Truska, a beautiful and mysterious woman who could grow a beard at will; and Mr.

Tall, who could move as fast as lightning and seemed to be able to read people's minds. Tall owned and managed the Cirque Du Freak.

We were performing in a small town, camped behind an old mill inside which the show was staged every night. It was a run-down junkyard, but I was used to that type of venue. We could have played the grandest theaters in the world and slept in luxurious hotel rooms - the Cirque made a ton of money - but it was safer to keep a low profile and stick to places where the police and other officials rarely wandered.

My appearance hadn't changed much since leaving home with Mr. Crepsley almost a year and a half before. Because I was a half-vampire, I aged at only a fifth the rate of humans, which meant that though eighteen months had passed, my body was only three or four months older. Although I wasn't very different on the outside, inside I was an entirely new person.

I was stronger than any boy my age, able to run faster, leap farther, and dig my extra-strong nails into brick walls. My hearing, eyesight, and sense of smell had improved vastly.

Since I wasn't a full vampire, there was lots of stuff I couldn't do yet. For example, Mr. Crepsley could run at a superquick speed, which he called flitting. He could breathe out a gas that knocked people unconscious. And he could communicate telepathically with vampires and a few others, such as Mr. I wouldn't be able to do those things until I became a full vampire.He hears something.

Crepsley wants to talk to Gavner Purl alone in secrecy. That night, back in camp, I tried moving the cross with my mind again. This is actually my first time reading a manga. Then, winking at the girls, he put the middle three fingers of his right hand between his teeth and bit them off.

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