Ninth Grade Slays #2: The Chronicles Of Vladimir Tod by Heather BrewerNinth Grade Slays #2: The Chronicles Of Vladimir Tod by Heather Brewer

Ninth Grade Slays #2: The Chronicles Of Vladimir Tod

byHeather Brewer

Paperback | January 22, 2009

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Freshman year stinks for Vlad Tod. Bullies still harass him. The photographer from the school newspaper is tailing him. And failing his studies could be deadly. A trip to Siberia gives ?study abroad? a whole new meaning as Vlad connects with other vampires and advances his mind-control abilities, but will he return home with the skills to recognize a vampire slayer when he sees one? In this thrilling sequel to Eighth Grade Bites, Vlad must confront the secrets of the past and battle forces that once again threaten his life.
Heather Brewer was not your typical teen growing up. She wore black, danced under full moons, and devoured every book in sight. She hasn't changed much. Today, Heather can be found writing in her funky, black Happy Bunny jammie pants, dancing under a full moon, devouring every book in sight, and attending renaissance faire in full cost...
Title:Ninth Grade Slays #2: The Chronicles Of Vladimir TodFormat:PaperbackDimensions:288 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 0.73 inPublished:January 22, 2009Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0142413429

ISBN - 13:9780142413425

Appropriate for ages: 13 - 17


Rated 5 out of 5 by from awesome This book series was the best series a had when i was younger i loved it to death and i remember reading through this book like there was no tomorrow, i was very taken by the main character and thought he was amazing id honestly recommend this book to many young readers
Date published: 2017-09-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from VT9 Vlad is a great main character. The vampire life is interesting.
Date published: 2017-06-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from love it This is one of the best books I've read yet.I could not stop reading it! It was so interesting yet so mysterious.And the fact that I love vampire novels made it even better.I totaly recommed it.
Date published: 2017-05-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I Love it This is one of the best books I've read yet.I could not stop reading it! It was so interesting yet so mysterious.And the fact that I love vampire novels made it even better.I totaly recommed it.
Date published: 2017-05-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great Sequel Wonderful wonderful story. Vlad is a great character, and his journey is so curious and mysterious you won't want to put the book down.
Date published: 2017-01-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from the series continues!!!!!!!!!! excellent second book to the series it was suspensful and there was action and romance.... i love everything about vlad and i love that he learns new powers... great novel
Date published: 2011-05-02
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great second book, paves the way for the third perfectly. I thought this one was much better than the first. I think because there’s more to the story and plenty of background information provided. Although a little predictable, (especially when it came to who was the vampire slayer in the neighborhood) it was a fun read and interesting to go through. What I found especially interesting is the slight cracks you see that will eventually come to the surface and quite possibly create problems for Vlad. For example; his friendship with Henry. It’s good, but you notice Henry’s changed a bit. He’s hanging out with the popular kids more and Vlad is just on the sidelines being the observer. I’m not entirely sure if I like this change in Henry. He’s such a great guy and provided the comic relief in the series. If he turns out to be a jerk I’d be sorely disappointed. Let’s not forget the other vampires that are hounding Vlad down, and the vampire slayer that’s out for him. It looks like Vlad is about to have a lot on his plate soon enough. This is what I liked about the story so far. There’s underlying problems which are bound to explode sooner or later and this is what makes me want to continue reading the series until its’ conclusion. I had to admit I went all mushy with Vlad and Meredith. They do make a cute couple despite Meredith being a “Barbie” (ie; always described with the color pink) which I think is the total exact opposite of what Vlad would like. Then again, I suppose it’s interesting that they both like each other despite their high school “labels”. I’m definitely looking forward to the next one in this series. The ending got me curious as to what’s in store for Vlad.
Date published: 2011-01-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Vlad gets better and better In the second instalment Vlad travels to Siberia with his uncle Otis to learn the “vampire ways”. Vlad still deals with bullies, crushes and the evil D’Ablo. Henrys cousin moves to town which is great for Vlad as he now has a second friend! Yay Vlad! But little does Vlad know Josh has a secret... Ninth Grade Slays gets the series rolling on becoming one of Cassay’s favourite series! There is never a dull moment. Vlad’s is pushed to the limits and deals with everything Auntie Heather throws at him in the best possible way. Filled with action and comic relief from good ole Henry. For more reviews please visit:
Date published: 2010-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from As Good As The First ...if not better! I love this series! It has so much suspense, action and even a bit of romance. I can't wait to read the third book!!
Date published: 2009-02-20

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Title PageCopyright PageDedicationAcknowledgements1 - HUNTER FOR HIRE2 - THE HUNGER3 - BATHORY HIGH4 - PSYCHO SLASHER CHAIN-SAW GUY FROM HELL5 - KILLER AT LARGE6 - HALLOWEEN7 - AN UNEXPECTED INVITATION8 - SECRETS EXPOSED9 - SNOWFLAKES AND MEMORIES10 - SIBERIA11 - VIKAS12 - HONORING TOMAS TOD13 - MIND CONTROL14 - TRAINING INTERRUPTED15 - WHERE THE HEART IS16 - THE HEALING POWER OF BLOOD17 - TRAPPED18 - THE FRIEND CODE19 - A SON’S DUTY20 - AN ENEMY REVEALED21 - ET TU, JOSS?22 - THE AFTERLIFE23 - THE SILVER LININGDUTTON CHILDREN’S BOOKS A division of Penguin Young Readers GroupPublished by the Penguin GroupPenguin Group (USA) Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, U.S.A. • Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Toronto, Ontario, Canada M4P 2Y3 (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.) • Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, England • Penguin Ireland, 25 St Stephen’s Green, Dublin 2, Ireland (a division of Penguin Books Ltd) • Penguin Group (Australia), 250 Camberwell Road, Camberwell, Victoria 3124, Australia (a division of Pearson Australia Group Pty Ltd) • Penguin Books India Pvt Ltd, 11 Community Centre, Panchsheel Park, New Delhi - 110 017, India • Penguin Group (NZ), 67 Apollo Drive, Rosedale, North Shore 0632, New Zealand (a division of Pearson New Zealand Ltd.) • Penguin Books (South Africa) (Pty) Ltd, 24 Sturdee Avenue, Rosebank, Johannesburg 2196, South Africa • Penguin Books Ltd, Registered Offices: 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, EnglandThis book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.Copyright © 2008 by Heather BrewerAll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who wishes to quote brief passages in connection with a review written for inclusion in a magazine, newspaper, or broadcast.The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.CIP Data is available.Published in the United States by Dutton Children’s Books, a division of Penguin Young Readers Group 345 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014 9781440636059This one’s for Jacob, because high school sucksACKNOWLEDGMENTSBooks may be written by writers, but they are perfected by an entire range of people who don’t receive the amount of praise they should. I’d like to thank my amazing editor, Maureen Sullivan, for working tirelessly to push me into bettering my craft, and for always having insightful ideas and a positive attitude. Thanks to everyone at Dutton, simply for doing everything that they can to make my dream a reality. Special thanks to my incredibly talented cover designer, Christian Funfhausen, for giving me the most kick-butt smiley a vampire author could ever want. And I owe an enormous amount of gratitude to my fabulous agent, Michael Bourret, for always giving me your shoulder, your eyes, your ears, and your brilliance. Without all of you, I’m just a hack with a keyboard and a thirst for blood.Many, many thanks to the most amazing critique partner a girl can have—Jackie Kessler, who never fails to amaze me with her skill and is quick with the sympathetic chocolates. Thanks, also, to my sister, Dawn Vanniman, for believing in me and for continuing to love Seth. And, of course, thanks to Paul, Jacob, and Alexandria—I don’t know how, but “you people” managed to stay out of my way long enough for me to write another book, and I love you for it.Thanks also to the future keepers of the Brewtopian kingdom, to my loyal Minion Horde, to every bookseller and librarian that has introduced Vlad to readers . . . and to you, the person holding this book, for giving Vlad a chance, and for following him into his high school years.Vlad and I couldn’t do it without you.1HUNTER FOR HIREJASIK GRIPPED THE PHOTOGRAPH in his hand and scanned the face of the boy. Except for his pale complexion and clever eyes, no one would suspect the teen was anything other than human. But Jasik knew differently.“This is him, then?” He looked up to the man behind the desk, who nodded once.“Vladimir Tod.” The man’s voice was hoarse and raspy.Jasik slipped the photo into his shirt pocket and cleared his throat against his fist. “I will need provisions, of course.”“I will provide whatever you need.” The man wore a bitter, pinched expression on his face.Jasik crossed the room and looked out the window to the city streets outside. It was dark, despite the many streetlights. People moved like ants on the pavement below, avoiding the small pools of light. There was almost no telling which were human and which vampires. Jasik wondered briefly if the sun suddenly rose and bathed them all in light, whether they would scurry away and seek their darkness elsewhere. “Might I ask how you came to know of my services?”The man behind the desk coughed into a handkerchief before answering. When he removed the cloth from his lips, it was stained with glistening red. “Let’s not play games, Jasik. I’ve known for many years that your . . . talents . . . can be bought. Will you hunt this boy, or not?”Jasik glanced back at the man and smirked. “My talents are expensive.”“I assure you, there is no price that I am unwilling to pay.”The man behind the desk leaned forward and flipped open his checkbook. After scribbling for a moment, he paused and nodded to Jasik. “All you need to do is provide me with the number of zeros.”Jasik faced the desk and glimpsed the check. The ink had not yet dried before he said, “Three more and you’ve got a deal.”2THE HUNGERVLAD SQUEEZED HIS EYES shut tight. He was awake, but he wasn’t incredibly happy about it. Weekends, even summer weekends, were meant for sleeping in ... especially when those weekends were spent hanging out super late under the full moon because your vampire genes won’t let you go to bed before they’ve had their fill of nighttime. Even more so when you only had a matter of days before the joy of summer would be over and the dread of school would begin.A low, buzzing sound drifted over his face, paused, then moved again toward his right ear. He popped open one eye and glared in disgust at the housefly that was hovering about the room. So that’s what had woken him.The fly fluttered over and landed on the tip of Vlad’s nose. He swatted it away, and when it took refuge on his pillow, he smacked his hand down to squash it, but missed. Vlad grumbled obscenities under his breath. What did the fly have against sleep, anyway?Flapping its tiny wings, it buzzed across the room and landed directly on the center of Henry’s forehead.After a moment of hesitation, Vlad crept over to Henry’s sleeping bag. He raised his hand slowly, giving the fly one final chance to move. He whispered, “Don’t think I won’t do it.”The fly responded by washing its gross little fly face. If it could have spoken, Vlad was almost positive it would have laughed at him.Vlad brought his hand down fast and hard. The slapping sound his palm made when it hit Henry’s skin echoed throughout his bedroom but was shortly covered by a yelp from Henry, who sat up, clutching his forehead. “Dude!”Vlad straightened his shoulders, triumphant in battle. “There was a fly.”Henry rubbed his forehead, snarling in disgust. “Well, did you at least kill it?”“Yeah, I think so.”The fly buzzed past his ear and out the door.Vlad swore again but was cut off by Henry. “I smell bacon.”But it wasn’t the smell of bacon that called to Vlad. It was the promise of a steamy mug of O positive and a gooey cinnamon roll, Aunt Nelly’s specialty. One big plus of living with Nelly—who was actually no relation to him at all, but his mother’s best friend for years and years before his parents had passed on—was that she could bake cinnamon rolls so sweet and delicious that if she had the determination and funding, she could easily give Cinnabon a run for their money. Just stay away from her meat loaf.They raced out the door and down the stairs. By the time they reached the kitchen, they were panting and famished. Henry spotted the plate of crisp bacon on the table and grunted. “Food.”Vlad opened the freezer and grabbed a bag of blood. He plucked a coffee mug from the cupboard and nudged Henry out of the way as he headed for the microwave. “Food.”Aunt Nelly turned from her spot at the stove and chuckled. “I take it that means you boys are hungry?”But neither Vlad nor Henry answered with any sound that could be classified as a yes or a no. Henry was too busy chewing on several slices of bacon at once, and Vlad had his head tilted back as he gulped down some warm O positive. It slid down his throat easily—it was always better warm—and when his thirst was quenched, he smacked his lips in satisfaction and reached for a cinnamon roll.Blood and frosting: the vampire’s answer to coffee and donuts.“Deb mentioned that an entire freezer of blood is about to expire at the hospital. With your appetite lately, Vladimir, I’d better sneak out as much of it as I can.” Nelly placed more bacon on the platter and sat a plate of eggs in front of Henry. She flashed Vlad a look of disapproval. “You’ve got blood all over your shirt.”Vlad looked down at the two dime-size red circles on his shirt and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I was really hungry.”Nelly’s gaze softened. “Just be more careful next time. Contrary to popular belief, laundry doesn’t top my list of favorite things to do.”Henry swallowed and reached for the pitcher of orange juice. “So did you get your schedule yet?”Vlad nodded and sighed with an air of gloom and doom. “I got Mrs. Bell for English, first period.”Henry offered Vlad a sympathetic glance. “Looks like you’re not alone. I’ve got her, too, and from what my mom said yesterday, so does Joss.”“When’s your cousin supposed to get here anyway?” Vlad stuffed most of the gooey cinnamon roll into his mouth and chewed. The truth was he was kind of nervous about Henry’s cousin moving to town. There was always the slight chance that Joss would interfere with his and Henry’s time together, or worse, that he and Joss might not get along.“Sunday. Oh, and just so you know, don’t count on seeing me much that day. My mom’s on some family togetherness kick.” Henry rolled his eyes.Vlad followed suit. “How annoying.”Nelly flashed him an incredulous glance. “Vladimir!”Vlad took a sip of blood and raised an eyebrow at Henry. “I mean, how lovely of your parental figure to insist on enjoying quality time together. You should be grateful.”Both boys broke into hysterical laughter. Nelly chuckled and shook her head. “All right, smart mouth. I’m getting the mail. Henry, watch Vlad while I’m gone. He’s a trouble-maker.”Vlad’s jaw dropped in mock exasperation. “Nelly!”Nelly smiled sweetly. “I mean, he’s a wonderful boy who brightens my day and makes life worth living.”After she slipped out the front door, Vlad eyed the wicked glimmer in Henry’s eye suspiciously. “What?”Henry’s grin broadened. “Did you call Meredith yet?”Vlad straightened his shoulders proudly. “Twice, actually.”Henry watched him for a moment, the surprise in his eyes quickly giving way to suspicion. “You talked to her?”Talk to her? Vlad hadn’t yet figured out a way to remove the lump that had taken up residence in his throat ever since she’d leaned in for a kiss after the Freedom Fest dance and he’d backed away, babbling like some kind of deranged lunatic. Talking to her was the least of his problems. First he needed to figure out how to breathe whenever she was near.Vlad slowly stretched his hand out and picked up his mug, then took a long drink before returning it to the table. When he was finished, he met Henry’s eyes and sighed. “Nope. Hung up both times. I think she heard me breathing once though.”“That’s progress.” Henry sighed. “You know she has caller ID, right?”Vlad’s eyes grew wide. There it was again, that lump in his throat. “She does?”Henry answered with a tone of indifference. “Yeah. But dude, check this out.” He grinned wickedly and lowered his voice to a tone of conspiracy. “Last night, Greg told me something interesting about the upperclassmen girls.”Vlad leaned up against the counter and tried to act like he wasn’t completely curious. “Interesting? Like how?”Henry leaned closer. “He says that if you can get invited to one of the senior parties, that some of those girls take pity on the lower classmen and they’ll—”Aunt Nelly walked into the kitchen. In one hand was a stack of envelopes, in the other was a small brown box. She glanced at their frozen, startled expressions and raised an eyebrow. “What are you boys talking about?”They answered in one wavering voice, “Nothing!”Vlad eyed the envelopes hopefully. “Anything from Otis?”Nelly sighed and shook her head as she flipped through the stack. “Honestly, Vladimir. Your uncle has written to you at least once a week since the day he left Bathory. Do you really think he’d forget about you now?” She pulled a thick parchment envelope from the pile and held it out to him with a smile.