“Well that was an enjoyably pointless trip…”
I probably would have dropped the suitcase if my mentor’s bony hand hadn’t swiped it from my own and threw it into the hammock.
“Ah, there was no harm in travelling in an aircraft for several hours, was there?”
I pulled on a displeased frown.
“No, I just missed four hours of the only three days Evra has left in the Circ!” I snipped back. Mr. Crepsley ran his hand through his hair and slumped his thin shoulders.
“I am sure he did not mind,” He sighed, “as humans say, it is better to be safe than it is to be sorry…”
I held back a laugh and plonked myself down on my mesh hammock next to my tiny suitcase. Even though I’d only been gone for what, quarter of a day, I’d missed my mentor. …show more content…
It didn’t even get close.
“Better safe than sorry?” I asked, eyebrow raised. The orange-haired vampire nodded briskly, adjusting his coat.
“Did we not discuss this before you left?” A smirk grew up his face, the scar on his left cheek making it look like his grin went halfway up his face.
Oh, right. We did too.
I always thought of Crepsley as a highly-strung stressball that worried way too much about the little things. He’d been extra pedantic about my trip after reading the letter three gazillion times, and eyeing the page suspiciously. Apparently, he thought it was a trap, but to be honest, what psycho would want a twelve-year old vampire?
“Well enough of the talk, I have a new Cirque member to introduce you to,” He lifted the flap of the tent and disappeared outside, leaving my to quickly shove my shoes back on and hobble outside. I followed the vampire through the maze of tents until I caught sight of a smaller yellow one, with black symbols lining the bottom and dotting the door. For some reason, the whole marquee looked rather… …show more content…
“Come in!”
Crepsley nudged me into the tent first after opening the flap, but he ended up bumping into me anyway because I had frozen at the door.
Not only was the ‘old lady’ not an old lady at all, but a 20 looking year old man, but everything was floating. Almost ten centimetres off the ground, there was furniture, mostly black and yellow, hovering on the mats and the black eerie looking carpet. It felt and looked as if I was standing in the middle of space.
The man almost blended into the room, black top hat and white gloves, electric grey eyes and a jet-black suit with a dandelion bow tie.
“Hi! Nice ta’ meechya!” He leaned forward with one hand behind his back and the other extended towards me. Out of politeness I shook it. It was even weirder when the fabric was so soft that I didn’t want to let go. My brain was screaming, steal it, but I held myself back and let go when my mentor cleared his throat again.
“The name’s Stanley Raffich, buchya can call
I probably would have dropped the suitcase if my mentor’s bony hand hadn’t swiped it from my own and threw it into the hammock.
“Ah, there was no harm in travelling in an aircraft for several hours, was there?”
I pulled on a displeased frown.
“No, I just missed four hours of the only three days Evra has left in the Circ!” I snipped back. Mr. Crepsley ran his hand through his hair and slumped his thin shoulders.
“I am sure he did not mind,” He sighed, “as humans say, it is better to be safe than it is to be sorry…”
I held back a laugh and plonked myself down on my mesh hammock next to my tiny suitcase. Even though I’d only been gone for what, quarter of a day, I’d missed my mentor. …show more content…
It didn’t even get close.
“Better safe than sorry?” I asked, eyebrow raised. The orange-haired vampire nodded briskly, adjusting his coat.
“Did we not discuss this before you left?” A smirk grew up his face, the scar on his left cheek making it look like his grin went halfway up his face.
Oh, right. We did too.
I always thought of Crepsley as a highly-strung stressball that worried way too much about the little things. He’d been extra pedantic about my trip after reading the letter three gazillion times, and eyeing the page suspiciously. Apparently, he thought it was a trap, but to be honest, what psycho would want a twelve-year old vampire?
“Well enough of the talk, I have a new Cirque member to introduce you to,” He lifted the flap of the tent and disappeared outside, leaving my to quickly shove my shoes back on and hobble outside. I followed the vampire through the maze of tents until I caught sight of a smaller yellow one, with black symbols lining the bottom and dotting the door. For some reason, the whole marquee looked rather… …show more content…
“Come in!”
Crepsley nudged me into the tent first after opening the flap, but he ended up bumping into me anyway because I had frozen at the door.
Not only was the ‘old lady’ not an old lady at all, but a 20 looking year old man, but everything was floating. Almost ten centimetres off the ground, there was furniture, mostly black and yellow, hovering on the mats and the black eerie looking carpet. It felt and looked as if I was standing in the middle of space.
The man almost blended into the room, black top hat and white gloves, electric grey eyes and a jet-black suit with a dandelion bow tie.
“Hi! Nice ta’ meechya!” He leaned forward with one hand behind his back and the other extended towards me. Out of politeness I shook it. It was even weirder when the fabric was so soft that I didn’t want to let go. My brain was screaming, steal it, but I held myself back and let go when my mentor cleared his throat again.
“The name’s Stanley Raffich, buchya can call