Cirque du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant Page #2

immediately following the show.

Bippo! No!

Bippo, drop it, spit that out!

Yes, I'm glad you're all enjoying

this so much. It's awesome.

Evra, please be professional.

It's not my fault.

I just want to play music.

- We'll discuss it later.

- But...

And now,

the voluptuous, the exotic,

the insightful Madame Truska!

Do we have someone brave enough

to be my assistant?

Over here.

Oh, yeah.

Come on. Come on.

You.

Who are you?

My name is Fred Smith. I'm from out of town.

Larten, finish your act quickly,

and let's leave this town early.

What? I have someone here tonight.

Ready for more?

Larten Crepsley and Madam Octa!

Don't go on. I have a foreboding.

You always have a foreboding, beautiful.

Larten!

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

I am so excited to be here

in anonymous small town

which used to have character

but is now just a bland suburb

filled with chain stores

and surrounded by slums.

It really is a pleasure to be here.

And I am so honoured that

blah, blah, blah and so on and so forth,

et cetera, ad nauseum.

I'm afraid I have some

unfortunate news, however.

I had hoped to present my usual act,

but my spider, Madam Octa,

seems to have escaped from her cage

and is currently missing.

Use caution when retrieving your belongings

from beneath your seats.

She is very poisonous.

But not to worry.

Tonight I will perform for you

some startling illusions.

First, a rabbit from a hat.

This is Madam Octa.

Interesting fact, one bite

from this spider means certain death.

But don't worry. As long as I stay calm...

She's beautiful.

If I could just get

my flute, that usually...

Darren. His name's not Larten Crepsley.

It's Vur Horsten. He's a vampire.

I saw his painting

in one of my vampire books.

It's him. He's got the same scars,

the same hair, the same everything.

- You seriously think he's a vampire?

- Yeah.

May I have my spider back, please?

Now, boys, vampires don't exist,

but if one did

and he thought someone knew,

he might smother them in their sleep.

That's it! Show's over!

- It's Mr Kersey.

- Come on, let's go.

By order of the Health Inspector,

this theatre is shut down!

Good Lord, not again.

Welcome to the Cirque.

What seems to be the problem?

We don't want you filthy people here.

That's not the problem.

The problem is you are exploiting

these poor people for profit.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for looking out for us.

So you gonna let us move in with you?

Give us jobs?

- Freak!

So clumsy.

- I felt like a manatee. It felt terrible.

No.

Octa.

Anyone here?

Whoa.

Hey, Octa. I'm Darren. I'm a big fan.

We can speak in private. It's the only...

We can talk in private.

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