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Title: TVF5: Camp Vamp
Category: Books » Darren Shan Saga/Cirque Du Freak
Author: roxypony
Language: English, Rating: Rated: T
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Published: 05-17-10, Updated: 06-19-12
Chapters: 15, Words: 38,688
Chapter 1: We Love Summer
Morning had broken. A deep orange summer sun rose over the majestic Vampire Mountain. Inside were 6 crabby Vampires, a Little Person, and an uneasy looking boy, all of whom toted a selection of luggage.
"Darren, I have said this several times now. I guess you haven't heard me, so I will repeat myself: I do not understand why you insist on celebrating this summer camping trip BS. We are perfectly happy where we are, and I am surprised you still wish to do this after the other vacation disasters you forced upon us."
"Mika, come on." Darren whined. "This is exactly the point of summer. Lack of fun and monotonous days are making you cranky and unreasonable!"
"K, so I totally agree with Mika." said Kurda. "Like, I know tents and sleeping bags come in really stylish colours these days, but I think I remember you saying something about bathing in the lake ? Noooo freakin thanks. Summer is about shopping and tanning and cute sunglasses and flip flops and pedicures and swimming in CHLORINATED pools, not wallowing in muddy puddles of fish poo, wiping ourselves with leaves and eating live animals."
"Nnnnooo Kurda! Summer is about adventures and outdoors and freedom and fun and-"
"How do you know the Vampaneze aren't planning on ambushing us? We won't exactly be protected in those little fabric huts, you know." Arrow continued the against-camping argument.
"This situation is an abomination." Seba grumbled. "When I was your age, we didn't need tents and marshmallows and sleeping bags and the rest of your ensemble of junk, we simply lay on the ground. We had no defined seasons, and we most certainly do not need one devoted to vacationing. Life was simply life whether cold or hot or raining frogs or what have you."
"Come now, Darren. I'm over 800 years old, sleeping with only an inch of fabric between my back and the ground could require a very costly visit to the chiropractor. And of course when he asks about my age, it could become very awkward." Paris added.
"What if...there are...bears?" Harkat worried.
As Darren tried to come up with a coherent reply to all that, he noticed the absence of one of his usual complainers. He scanned the room in search of... what the hell was Mr Crepsley doing talking on his cell phone in the corner? He debated running over and requesting him to join the group, but it appeared to be a very important call (But who he could possibly be talking to was beyond Darren.) so Darren decided to deal with the group at hand, and drag Larten outside later. He turned back to the pissed/confused/worried faces of Mika, Arrow, Kurda, Seba, Paris and Harkat. And he immediately knew how to get them camping without a hitch:
"Are any of you familiar with the concept of S'mores?"
"No?"
Darren described S'mores. The Escalade was packed in 5 minutes. Dragging out suitcases, however, was Darren`s job.
Whilst dragging the 6th of 14 suitcases out to the Essie, Darren paused to lean on the side of his beloved SUV and absorb the tiny amounts of dawn light filtering down through the dark grey and pink morning clouds that were barely beginning to appear, due to the fact that it was 4:30 am. The chilly fresh air that reminded him of camping trips in his human life. But his reverie was interrupted by his beloved mentor creeping up on him and grabbing his shoulder.
"Jeez, Mr Crepsley." Darren groaned, massaging his head where it 'd smacked against the vehicle's back window in surprise, causing Seba inside to yell shrilly.
"My apologies, Darren. I hope you were not hurt. I suppose I could have just said hello."
Right away, Darren knew something was up. Larten was never this nice, unless...
"Darren, I must ask a favour of you."
"Uh huh?"
"Judging by your GPS, we will be heading east to our destination?"
"Yeah..."
"I would greatly like to take a detour to the west, it should only be a half-hour's drive, I need to pick up supplies in that lovely gas station we always visit."
"Umm, there'll be tons of gas stations between here and camping, Mr Crepsley."
"Yes, Darren. But I require that gas station."
"Should I ask why?"
"I would not recommend it." said the mentor with an evilly polite smile.
"Do I have a choice?"
"No." Larten said in a very final way, still smiling evilly.
"Change the GPS, Harkat. We're making a little detour." Darren announced, jumping into his shotgun seat while Larten made himself comfy between Paris and Seba in the middle row.
"But we still get S'mores tonight, RIGHT?" Mika bellowed from the back seat.
"Yes, just an hour late." Darren informed him, hoping that would be the end of the argument. Fortunately it was, only because Kurda distracted Mika by cranking up his iPod to full blast.
Summer had begun.
However, as the Escalade full of beasts drove onwards through the morning light, Darren came to a conclusion. Due to Kurda's music, Seba's hollering, Mika and Arrow's violent threats, Paris' lectures, and Larten's advice on how to be a better person, Darren could not possibly survive an extra hour of this. Larten's supply stop was damned, he could get whatever the hell he needed at some other gas station. Quietly, he re-programmed the GPS and mouthed the new instructions to Harkat, who nodded. Larten appeared to be asleep finally, so Darren figured he could get away with it. Until they pulled up to the intersection and Harkat turned left instead of right...
Larten lunged over the driver's seat demonically, restrained Harkat with one arm, and grabbed the wheel with the other. Despite the screams of terror from the rest of the passengers, he swung the Escalade around in a perfectly illegal U-turn, finding himself in oncoming traffic. Harkat hit the gas and Larten cranked the wheel simultaneously, the tires squealed, and they shot into the next lane of traffic moving west. Larten settled back into his seat and gave Darren a look of pure hatred.
"I told you. I need supplies. At OUR gas station." he snapped with poison in his voice.
Darren took an anti-headache pill, which didn't take effect until verse 63 of "100 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall".
After 2 hours, as opposed to the 30 minutes Larten predicted, the gang pulled into "THEIR" gas station. But there was a problem. There were 8 of them, and only one bathroom. Darren decided to be the mature one, and wait. He sat by the gas tanks, leaning against the wheel and wondering why the hell he'd gotten up this early. Harkat volunteered to use the ladies room. That left 6. The door proved to be incredibly strong, because it barely creaked when 6 beasts slammed against it.
"I swear to the gods of the Vampires, if you don't back off right now, I'm gonna wipe your face with the floor!" Mika snarled. "I NEED TO PEE!"
"I said I need to pee first!" Arrow protested.
"I got here first!" Kurda whined.
"I drank 3 coffees and a Red Bull!" Paris grumbled.
"HEY LOOK THERE'S A VAMPANEZE LICKING THE ESSIE!" Mika yelled and pointed wildly. Everyone looked. Mika shot into the bathroom and locked the door. He stayed in a couple minutes longer after he was done, just to be infuriating. When he finally came out, everyone was outside, frantically searching for the Vampanze that dared lick the Escalade. Mika decided the sight was much too entertaining to inform them he'd been joking. Eventually, Darren reminded them they had to pee, and the battle for the bathroom began again. At this point, Darren had to remind the, there were S'mores at stake to avoid injuries. Once everyone had peed, about 10 minutes total was taken to buy munchies for the road. Seba did not appreciate the concept of paying for food, so Darren took him outside for a break.
Now, there was a massive RV parked behind the Essie. It was about 50 feet long, with a pop-out bedroom on the side. It was so high off the ground, whatever weirdo was driving it could not be seen. Darren went to his own vehicle and popped Seba in the side door, then climbed into shotgun to wait for his group. Slowly they trickled back in. First came Harkat, who leaned sleepily on the wheel and sipped Gatorade out of a straw. Mika and Arrow each had a 5-foot strip of beef jerky, which kept them occupied and non-violent towards Kurda, who had a variety of gummy worms in every colour known to man. Paris had taken an entire pot of coffee, which he poured into his mug as needed. Seba had thankfully gone to sleep.
Darren did a head count, now he was just waiting on Larten. He hadn't seen him in the store, what the hell kinda supplies had he been talking about? Darren decided to give him 5 minutes, if he wasn't in the Essie by then, he would choose 1 of 3 options: Phone him. Look for him. Leave without him. In that order.
And then, there was a terrifyingly loud HAAWWNNKK , a KRRUNCH, and the Essie jerked forwards as though pushed from behind.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" Paris screamed.
"Oh, Imma get out right now and kill those bastards. It is ON." Mika snarled, unbuckling his seat belt.
"VAMPANEZE!" Arrow hollered.
Kurda tried to hide under the seat.
Seba shrieked incoherently about abomination vehicles being possessed by demons.
Harkat rubbed his head painfully where it had smacked against the steering wheel.
"No one panic." Darren sighed. He rolled down his window and looked behind them to see...
Mr Crepsley? In the passenger seat of the huge-ass RV?
Darren climbed over Harkat to see who was on the passenger side.
Holy Freakin Mother of All Things Abominable.
Behind the wheel was Arra Sails.
Darren looked back at Larten, who grinned evilly and motioned for him to drive on.
"I need to pick up supplies at OUR gas station!"
More like, I need to meet up with my date and her honkin big monster machine.
Well played, Crepsley, well played. If you're gonna be like that...
Darren hopped out of the Essie and ran over to the RV which he circled several times before finding the little ladder that led up to the passenger door. He climbed it, and pressed his nose against the window. Larten it down and grinned.
"Why hello, my young friend."
"No wonder you're in such a good mood." Darren grumbled.
"YOU GOT NOSE PRINTS ON MY WINDOW! DON'T THINK I WON'T MAKE YOU REPLACE IT!" Arra snarled suddenly, throwing her coffee at Darren, who couldn't duck without falling 8 feet onto pavement.
"Hi Arra. I didn't know you two were a thing." Darren noted, wiping coffee from his eyes.
"Oh Darren. What you do not know would fill a multitude of blank documents." Larten informed him, still looking extraordinarily pleased with himself.
"Yeah great. SO anyway, since you've added 2 hours onto our trip rather than having Arra meet us somewhere closer, I need you to do me a favour." Darren said in his best negotiation voice.
"Proceed." said Larten.
"But proceed fast." Arra added. "My rig pulls out in three, whether your insignificant little Sports Utility Vehicle is in the way or not."
"In my insignificant little Sports Utility Vehicle, you will find 6 delightful and enthusiastic members of our family who are finding themselves slightly confined-"
"No. Goodbye." the window began to roll up. Darren attempted to hold it down.
"Just take a few of them! Pleeeease! You have room, come on!"
"Darren, we'll drive off with you still hanging there, I swear."
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I CAN'T DRIVE WITH ALL OF THEM WITHOUT YOUR HELP MR CREPSLEY! THEY'LL KILL ME! OR AT LEAST MAKE US GO OFF THE ROAD! THINK OF POOR HARKAT, HE'S DRIVING AND HE'S ONLY A FEW FEET TALL!"
The engine revved.
"Sorry Darren! Remember the 3 C's!" Larten concluded, rolling up the window completely, almost severing Darren's fingers.
"FINE, JUST TAKE ME!"
The RV scooched forward. Darren figured at this point he could sustain serious bodily harm and watch the Essie get run over, or suck it up and drive with his dear maniacal friends. He climbed-jumped down to the pavement, and shot back to his passenger seat, unfortunately Kurda was already there, and got shmucked into the console from the force of Darren's landing. At this point, the Essie began to move on its own accord, because Arra had taken it upon herself to drive ahead so the RV was pushing them from behind. Harkat floored the accelerator and the Essie indeed accelerated, almost mowing over several tourists and taking out the roadside sign that displayed the current gas prices as they swung back on to the highway.
"WHAT...HAVE...I...DONE?" Harkat wailed.
"Don't worry, dude. No one liked those gas prices anyway." Arrow comforted, patting Harkat on the shoulder.
"Was that seriously Arra Freakin Sails?" Mika inquired of Darren.
"Yup." Darren declared, massaging his elbow where he'd smashed it on the pavement.
"What the hell is she driving?"
"It's called an RV and it's a house on wheels."
"So. Crepsley gets a date and a house while we get mosquitoes and tents?"
"Basically yeah."
Mika glared, opened the sunroof and, and stood on the seat so his entire upper torso was above the roof. What he did while up there, Darren couldn't care less because there was now half a body less taking up space in the Essie. Kurda wanted to see what it was like up there, so he also stood up and peeked out. However he withdrew momentarily, screaming about windburn. Seba found a stray iPod under the seat and was suddenly singing in another language. Darren glanced in the rearview mirror but could not see the occupants of the massive RV tailing them. He wondered what was going on in there, and if he even wanted to know.
To take his mind off it, he checked the time. 6:30 am. Morning had barely begun. Summer had barely been around for a quarter of a day. Nor had his extra-large double-caffeinated moccachino kicked in. Darren pulled out his new Blackberry (a summer gift to himself) and tried to find out if purchasing his own personal RV was in the budget.
Chapter 2: Tales From the Rest Stop
Don't ever let anyone tell you that GPS's are incredible advances in navigational technology. The truth is, GPS's are big fat dirty liars.
Now, Harkat and Darren as a team had always considered themselves Masters of the GPS. They keyed in their destination, and the GPS informed them that their destination was approximately an hour's drive from the mountain, plus the time added on from Larten's requested detour. Not too bad. But the GPS had led them seemingly as far from their destination as possible, which was directly into the middle of an under-construction highway, where there was a line of traffic moving about as fast as a drunk snail. Needless to say, Vampires don't appreciate being confined in vehicles, particularly stopped vehicles on a 100-degree day. Darren turned the air conditioning on, but since it drew air from outside the vehicle, the inside soon smelled like a construction site, so this idea was dropped almost immediately. There was absolutely nothing to do, but hope the traffic began to move before they boiled to death.
Darren unbuckled his seat belt and leaned out of the window to observe the RV that was still directly behind them. He felt slightly uncomfortable when he noticed neither Larten nor Arra were visible. He decided to turn around and not think about it anymore.
Kurda found another way to take his mind off the heat. Outside, holding the STOP/PROCEED WITH CAUTION sign, was a massive dude of about 65 years, with a long white beard (with 1 turquoise streak), and handlebar mustachio, aviator sunglasses, and where there should have been hair, there was a hat that said NEWTON MOOSE HUNTING CHAMPIONSHIP '98. He was even bigger than Arrow, with a variety of...interesting...tattoos, and he was completely shirtless other than a bright yellow mesh safety vest.
"Hi there!" said Kurda, popping his head out the window.
The Dude grunted in response.
"How's it goin? Are you having fun? I'm having fun. But my best friend Mika keeps hitting me. But it's ok cuz I touch his hair then he screams and leaves me alone. How are you?"
"Swell." said The Dude.
"One time, Seba bit my finger. It swelled up to like the size of my wrist." Kurda informed him. The Dude appeared to be deciding whether or not it would be worth the effort to hit Kurda with his sign.
"My name's Kurda. Do you have a name?"
"They call me Shy Pete." The Dude (aka Shy Pete) declared.
"That's a nice name. Why did you draw all over yourself?"
"Them's tats." Shy Pete grunted.
"Ooooohhh my other best friend Arrow has those! Arrow, show Shy Pete your tats!"
In the seat behind Kurda, Arrow covered his face with a road map and acted like he wasn't there.
"Arrow's shy too. Heyyy we could call him Shy Arrow! Then there'd be Shy Pete and Shy Arrow and then you guys could be BFF just like me and Mika!"
Just then, dear Shy Pete turned his sign so it said PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Whether it was safe to drive ahead or he just wanted Kurda out of his sight, Darren was much relieved when the traffic began to flow again.
"BYE BYE SHY PETE!" Kurda shrieked out the window. Shy Pete tipped his hat and spit on the ground.
"I love summer, I love summer, I love summer..." Darren chanted to himself through gritted teeth.
Another half-hour passed. 30 minutes is not a long stretch of time, but it's enough for Seba and Arrow to quaff a 6-pack of Red Bull, Kurda to accidentally burn Mika's arm with his cordless hair straightener, Paris to spill coffee all over everyone in a 6-foot radius, and Harkat to zone out and almost veer into an oncoming Semi. Darren ordered a rest stop at a roadside picnic park, which was basically a parking lot, a stretch of grass with picnic tables, and a porta-potty.
"FREEEEEEDOM!" Arrow bellowed, leaping out of the Essie and literally kissing the ground.
"OXYGEN!" Mika gasped in delight.
"What are THOSE?" Seba gasped in a scandalized tone, pointing at the nearest picnic table.
"It's a picnic table, it will not hurt you, it is not an invention of the Vampaneze, or Mr Tiny, or the Wiggles, or the guy from Art Attack, or the Travelocity Gnome, or any thing else that upsets you." Darren said in one breath.
Seba drew breath to argue...
"And it is NOT an abomination!" Darren finished.
Seba closed his mouth and glared, then went to join Mika, Arrow, Kurda, Harkat, and Paris in a game of How-Many-Bodies-Can-We-Fit-In-The-Porta-Potty. Darren decided to use this time to clean the Essie as much as possible before they came back. Starting with the giant coffee stain which deeply resembled urine, which only took three quarters of a pack of Industrial Strength Diaper Wipes to remove.
When the Essie was clean to Darren's satisfaction (it took a while, since he stumbled upon Arrow's old "secret stash" of cookies behind the middle seat) he felt it was time to give himself a well-deserved break. After all, when did he ever do anything for himself? Whether you are a parent, teacher, constant babysitter, or Vampire-caretaker, Me-Time is difficult to come by. So Darren did what every boy his age does when the sun is hot: he whipped off his shirt, lay down on the picnic table (between Kurda's fat-free lettuce chips and Arrow's Double Big Stack Mac) and proceeded to work a tan.
This moment of summery bliss lasted 1...2...3...4...4 and a half minutes. Then his senses were punctured by:
"AHHH OMG!"
"DUDE WHAT THE F-"
"UUUGGGHHH SOMEONE OPEN THE DOOR!"
"HOW?"
"SLIDE THE HANDLE!"
"WHAT?"
"OMG IM GONNA DIE!"
"GRAB THE THINGY AND PULL!"
"I DID!"
"YOU DUMBASS, YOU PULLED THE WHOLE THING OFF! NOW HOWS THE DOOR SUPPOSED TO OPEN?"
Darren didn't have to open his eyes to know they were stuck in the porta-potty. He would have been perfectly happy to remain on the picnic table until he had a glowing tan, or until the heat became unbearable (whatever came first) then drive off solo in his Escalade, but as usual, sensibility escaped him and he got up and went over to assess the situation anyway.
Situation: standard. 6 beasts of the night inadvertently locked in a 4x4 portable bathroom.
From what ever-helpful Harkat could communicate through the tiny side vent, the door-locking system had been cracked by Arrow slamming it with unnecessary force, and now refused to open, leaving them hopelessly sealed inside.
Darren examined the outside of the porta-potty. There was no visible locking system, which means A) it locked from the inside, which was *supposed* to be a safety feature, and B) he couldn't figure out how to extricate them, short from cutting a hole in the side of the potty.
"It SMELLS in here!"
"No shit, Kurda. Know why? BECAUSE UNDERNEATH US, THERE IS A HUGE VAT OF HUMAN SHIT!" Mika grunted, as his face was plastered up against the vent.
Daren could practically hear the blonde's eyes growing huge. "You mean like...POO?"
"Really, Kurda. You didn't know what a porta-potty was?" Arrow snorted, as he tried to pull his hand out of the toilet paper dispenser unit, it was hopelessly stuck.
"I thought it was a little gift shop!" Kurda howled, hammering on the door.
"Dumbass," Mika and Arrow snapped in unison, then hi-fived each other.
"Umm...k. So, are you guys sure you can't just punch your way outta there?" Darren inquired apprehensively.
"I tried. I don't have room to get enough power for a good hit." Arrow informed him miserably.
"You better friggin hurry up, Harkat is standing on the urinal in here." Mika added.
"THE WHAT?" Harkat, Kurda, Seba, and Paris hollered.
"Wow, Mika. You shouldn't have told them that he's standing on a device which human males use to pee in. No one needs to know that." Arrow snickered.
"I'm gonna go get Mr. Crepsley!" said Darren. "You guys, don't go anywhere."
"Really, Darren? Really?" Mr. Crepsley grunted pissily. "You disturbed us to tell me that your travelling companions are trapped in a portable toilet?"
"I don't know what to do?" Darren whimpered.
"Do you think I know how to go about removing them from the human contraption? When I was your age, we just did our business behind a bush! Charna's guts, I sound like Seba..."
And he slammed the RV door in Darren's face, and retreated to the back. Before returning to his toilet-bound companions, Darren heard his mentor moan, "Arra, be honest. Do I look old?"
He didn't stick around to hear her answer.
Suddenly, he stopped in horror. The porta-potty was gone. Wait, there it was, hopping away, emitting screams of alarm and pain, amidst Arrow's chants of "1...2...3...HOP!"
Darren ran at them, yelling to "STOP HOPPING! I'LL CALL 911!" but they seemed deaf to his cries, and hopped all the way to the little hill to the left of the picnic area, promptly fell on their side, and proceeded to roll. Darren didn't know rectangles could roll. He bolted after them, not liking the fact that there was liquid flying out of the side vents, and the screams coming from the inside sounded rather muffled, until finally the roll ended as the wayward potty crashed into a tree at the bottom of the hill and cracked into 6 pieces.
6 creatures of the night burst forth, coated in brown liquid. Arrow and Mika looked like they'd just had the best adventure ever, and were hi-fiving and hugging and back-slapping in a congratulatory manner. Paris looked to be dangerously in shock, and was slowly and shakily walking away from the potty. Harkat looked extremely grateful to be alive, and waved happily when he saw Darren. Seba was sitting in the wreckage trying to comprehend what just happened. Kurda was screaming "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF"and was rolling frantically on the grass.
Thinking quickly, Darren detoured off to the rest stop's tool shed, hoping there were some extremely powerful cleaning products located within. He happened upon several extremely abrasive scrubbing brushes, 2 gallons of industrial-strength liquid soap, a lime green hose, and a water tap behind the shed.
"Everyone form a line, single file please!" Darren hollered, running out from behind the shed toting his brushes, soap, and hose which was spurting water.
"WAAAAATER!" Kurda howled, flinging himself in front of the hose. Darren tossed a gob of soap on the writhing blond, and handed him a scrubby brush. Then he did the same to Mika, Arrow, Paris, Seba, and Harkat. Mika and Arrow were more interested in stealing the hose from Darren and spraying Kurda and Seba relentlessly, and Paris was simply fascinated with the technological advance that was the scrubby brush. Harkat carefully sterilized his body from his head to his fingernails down to his toes.
Anyone observing the scene would have thought there had been some sort of explosion of soap, water, scrubbies, and flailing limbs. It was a frightening time, and so loud that Larten and Arra emerged from the RV to make sure no one was dying. However if you looked close enough, you could eventually tell that the shrieks, screams, howls, and roars emitted from Mika, Arrow, Paris, Seba, Harkat, and Darren were mostly in good humour. And mercifully, they were all completely clean and would be plenty tired for the remainder of the car ride. Not to mention they wouldn't be complaining about the heat for a while.
"Darren, I'm cold!" Kurda shivered pathetically less than 15 minutes later, hugging himself.
Arrow sneezed convulsively. "Dude, me too."
Seba appeared to be turning blue. "I...require...heat..."
"Are you guys on crack? It's 36 degrees out!" Darren gasped. "Can you not smell me sweating?"
"I was wondering what that was." Mika pondered. "Is deodorant really that hard to come by?"
"You weren't the one romping in freezing water." Paris grumbled. "Turn on the heat. Or at least turn off the cold."
"Hell no!" Darren shrieked, tasting his own sweat. He glanced into the rearview mirror.
Kurda was hugging his knees up to his chest and pulling his pink beach towel over his head. Mika and Arrow were snuggling in the back seat, trying to use newspaper as blankets. Seba was rubbing his hands together and hyperventilating. Even Harkat in the driver's seat looked uncomfortable.
Darren sighed.
"Do we need to unpack the sleeping bags?"
The answer was a resounding, *shiver*"YES!"*shiver*
Mika examined the back compartment.
"Nothin back here looks like sleeping bags."
"Move some stuff around." Darren suggested.
"It's packed too tight to move."
"Grow a pair, Mika. Are you a Vampire or not?"
"It's too cold!"
"UGH." said Darren in his most Drama Queenie voice, and unbuckled himself, crawled back to the back, and proceeded to dig and pull and shove the baggage until he unearthed 6 sleeping bags.
"Ahhhhh warmies!" Kurda gasped, slipping into his fuzzy pink one.
"Better now." sighed Arrow happily, zipping into his camouflage-patterned one.
"Agreed." said Mika, snuggling in his black studded sleeping bag. He claimed the studs were a safety device.
Seba's statement was incomprehensible, because he'd entered his fluorescent red sleeping bag from the wrong end, and his face was currently stuck in the foot end, and he was thrashing hopelessly but at least he was warm.
Paris wrapped himself peacefully in his waterproof sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep.
Harkat secured his lime green frog-patterned Junior Camper sleeping bag around him while keeping his hands on the wheel.
And now that everyone was comfortably cocooned, a Darren Shan leaned back and blasted the air conditioning as cold as it could go.