Araminta Spookie 4: Vampire Brat by Angie Sage

Author:Angie Sage [Sage, Angie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Fiction, Vampires, Horror, Werewolves, Juvenile Fiction, Action & Adventure, Humorous stories, Horror & Ghost Stories, Fantasy & Magic, Readers, Haunted houses, Chapter Books
ISBN: 9780060774929
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-04-20T02:11:11+00:00

What was wrong with Aunt Tabby? Had she had a brain transplant or something? Couldn’t she see how obvious it was that Max was the nasty, biting kind of vampire? I picked up my spoon and poked it at the stew, which felt kind of solid like a Jell-O cube. Not a good sign.

Wanda was looking at her pile of stew as though it might be about to ambush her, but Vampire Max was wolfing his down and even managing to look like he was enjoying it. Aunt Tabby was gazing at him adoringly. I could see that Max could do no wrong in Aunt Tabby’s eyes. Somehow I had to show Aunt Tabby what Vampire Max really was.

Suddenly I had a really brilliant idea. I had read somewhere that real vampires cannot bear to be near garlic. They hate the stuff. So, I decided to get him to give himself away. I stared really hard at him so that I did not miss a single flicker of expression, and I said very nicely, “Aunt Tabby, is there any garlic in this stew?”

“Garlic?” asked Aunt Tabby, looking puzzled.

Vampire Max looked up. Aha.

“Yes,” I said, and I looked meaningfully at Vampire Max, “garlic.” Vampire Max did not react. He was stonewalling, I could tell.

“No, there isn’t any garlic in it, Araminta.” Aunt Tabby sounded touchy. “You don’t like garlic.”

“Yes I do. I really, really like garlic. Could you grate some over it for me please?”

“What, raw garlic?” asked Aunt Tabby. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. It couldn’t make the stew taste any worse and it was an important vampire test that had to be done. I glanced at Wanda and she looked very puzzled.

Aunt Tabby sighed, scraped her chair back, and got up. She came back with a big head of garlic and a little grater. It was the moment of truth. I stared at Vampire Max and he stared at the garlic like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I knew I was getting somewhere.

Aunt Tabby got busy with the grater and dumped a whole bunch of garlic on top of my gooey stew. Yuck. It smelled disgusting. Aunt Tabby is right, I do not like garlic one bit.

“Can you give some to Wanda too?” I asked.

“What, me?” squeaked Wanda.

“Yes, I don’t want to be greedy and take it all,” I said.

“I don’t mind, Araminta, really I don’t,” said Wanda as Aunt Tabby got busy grating garlic all over her stew too.

“And I don’t want to leave Vamp—I mean Max—out,” I said to Aunt Tabby. “I am sure he would like some.”

“No!” Vampire Max almost shouted. “I do not like garlic upon my stew. It is perfect as it is, thank you, Aunt Tabitha, I have never tasted a more delicious stew,” he said, carefully smiling his no-teeth smile at Aunt Tabby.

“Oh, how kind of you to say that, Max,” simpered Aunt Tabby. She sat down and began to cut up her stew with a knife and fork. “You could learn a lot from the way Maximilian behaves, Araminta,” she said, fixing me with a beady glare.

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