Angie Sage by Araminta Spookie 4: Vampire Brat(Ret)

Author:Araminta Spookie 4: Vampire Brat(Ret) [Brat, Araminta Spookie 4: Vampire]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Humorous Stories, Chapter Books, Action & Adventure, Readers, Juvenile Fiction, General, Horror & Ghost Stories, Haunted houses, Vampires, Cousins, Fantasy & Magic, Fiction, Horror
ISBN: 9780060774905
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2007-08-09T16:36:14+00:00

much better cook and she usually makes dinners. But I supposed that she was still looking for Pusskins.

“I am not gaping,” I told Aunt Tabby. “Not much stew for me, please.”

Aunt Tabby took no notice. She ladled out a huge scoop of glop and bits

of it splattered down my

front.Yuk.

“You are not being

very polite, Araminta,”

said Aunt Tabby, annoyed,

as she ladled out an even bigger pile of stew into Wanda’s bowl.

“I must say, you could do worse than take a few tips from your cousin Maximilian on manners.

He is the politest and most considerate child I have ever met.”

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

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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

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