Crepsley - Telepathy

Mr. Crepsley had to find out where the show was before we could join. I asked him how he was going to do that. He told me he was able to home in on Mr. Tall’s thoughts.

“You mean he’s telepathic?” I asked, remembering what Steve had called people who could talk to each other using only their brains.

“Sort of,” Mr. Crepsley said. “We cannot speak to each other with our thoughts but I can pick up his . . . aura, you could call it. Once I locate that, tracking him down will be no problem.”

“Could I locate his aura?” I wanted to know. “No,” Mr. Crepsley said. “Most vampires — along with a few gifted humans — can, but half-vampires cannot.”

He sat down in the middle of the church and closed his eyes. He was quiet for about a minute. Then his eyelids opened and he stood.

“Got him,” he said.

“So soon?” I asked. “I thought it would take longer.”

“I have searched for his aura many times,” Mr. Crepsley explained. “I know what to look for. Finding him is as easy as finding a needle in a haystack.” “That’s supposed to be hard, isn’t it?”

“Not for a vampire,” he said.

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Cirque Du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant, Chapter 7