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The Van Helsing family has been hunting vampires for over one hundred years, but sixteen-year-old Daphne wishes her parents would take up an occupation that doesn?t involve decapitating vamps for cash. All Daphne wants is to settle down in one place, attend an actual school, and finally find a BFF to go to the mall with. Instead, Daphne has resigned herself to a life of fast food, cheap motels and buying garlic in bulk.
But when the Van Helsings are called to a coastal town in ...

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Overview

The Van Helsing family has been hunting vampires for over one hundred years, but sixteen-year-old Daphne wishes her parents would take up an occupation that doesn’t involve decapitating vamps for cash. All Daphne wants is to settle down in one place, attend an actual school, and finally find a BFF to go to the mall with. Instead, Daphne has resigned herself to a life of fast food, cheap motels and buying garlic in bulk.
But when the Van Helsings are called to a coastal town in Maine, Daphne’s world is turned upside down. Not only do the Van Helsings find themselves hunting a terrifying new kind of vampire (one without fangs but with a taste for kindergarten cuisine), Daphne meets her first potential BF! The hitch? Her new crush is none other than Tyler Harker, AKA, the son of the rival slayer family.
What's a teen vampire slayer to do?

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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Dana Benge
Seventeen-year-old Daphne Van Helsing's family has been hunting vampires for centuries, but she just wants to be a normal high school girl. She wants to have a real home and friends, but most all she wants to go to a high school prom. Instead, she is traveling the country with her parents killing vampires. Her parents' latest vampire slaying assignment has them traveling to Maine where she meets Tyler Harker, the teenage son of rival vampire slayer Nathan Harker. It is unfortunate that the Van Helsings and the Harkers are competing for vampire kills in the small town; otherwise Tyler would be the perfect prom date. Armed with her fake ID, and strict orders from her parents not to actually drink any alcohol, Daphne begins her usual assignment of scouting the local bar for vampires. This time she meets rich, washed up child star Maybelle AKA Kiki Crusher who is determined to convince Daphne to teach her how to hunt vampires. Daphne, Kiki, and Tyler become friends as they uncover and share each other's dark family secrets and allies when they discover that Kiki's house is the key to something even more evil than the vampires infesting the small town. Marrone writes an exciting teenage vampire slayer tale with realistic, likeable teenage main characters, and enough suspense to keep adults reading late into the night as well. The book contains language that might not be appropriate for younger teens as well as sexual content. Reviewer: Dana Benge
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Daphne Van Helsing has been raised, educated, and given extensive training in the family business—vampire hunting. Some might think staking and decapitating vamps for cash is the ultimate job but not for this 16-year-old. All she wants is to settle down, attend high school, have friends, meet guys, and go to prom. Instead she is forced to travel from job to job in a beat-up van, living in cheap motels, eating fast food, and spending all her time with her parents. Now the Van Helsings and their arch rivals, the Harkers, are sent to Maine. Not only is Bristol overrun with vamps that are stronger and more difficult to kill but a terrifying evil is also preying on children and wreaking havoc on the inhabitants of the town. It is up to Daphne; her new BFF, Kiki Crusher; and handsome, crush-worthy Tyler Harker to discover the dark forces' source of power and destroy it. Marrone delivers an action-packed thriller that is full of suspense, intrigue, drama, and romance. Daphne's witty first-person narrative makes this story come alive. As her character grows, readers will identify with her personal struggles as she is torn between family obligations and her own needs and desires.—Donna Rosenblum, Floral Park Memorial High School, NY
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416994879
  • Publisher: Simon Pulse
  • Publication date: 10/5/2010
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 785,651
  • Age range: 14 years
  • Lexile: HL790L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Amanda Marrone grew up on Long Island where she spent her time reading, drawing, watching insects, and suffering from an overactive imagination. She earned a BA in education at SUNY Cortland and taught fifth and sixth grade in New Hampshire. She now lives in Connecticut with her husband, Joe, and their two kids.

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A storm-driven wave crashes up over the road and Dad swerves. Salt water hits the windshield of our ancient VW van, obliterating the view. My heart skips a beat as the van hydroplanes toward the rock-strewn edge bordering the ocean.

Mom gasps and her hand darts out to clutch Dad’s arm. He turns the wipers on and the tires rumble as they make contact with the pavement again. He gives a nervous laugh. “That was a close one, eh?”

Mom drops her hand back to the folder in her lap. “Too close. I’d like to get to South Bristol in one piece.”

Dad briefly turns his head toward me in the back. “Hope I didn’t scare you, Doodlebug. We should be turning off the coast road in about five miles and the station isn’t much past that.”

“Mm,” I grunt, not bothering to ask him to drop the “doodlebug” thing for the millionth time. But seriously, how hard is it to say “Daphne”?

He nods and I watch him push his glasses up the bridge of his nose in the rearview mirror. My eyes briefly linger on the ragged scar on his neck before I turn away, glad he’s not going to try and engage me in meaningless banter. My stomach is wound too tight anticipating the horrors of our next job. I lean forward and rifle through my duffel bag for the container of multicolored antacids. I force myself to swallow the chalky bits and wait for my stomach to settle.

Mom pushes her reddish-brown hair behind her ears. She opens the folder and continues skimming through the papers the police faxed us last night at the hotel in Buffalo. “Huh,” she says absentmindedly. “Strange. Very strange.” She makes ticking noises with her tongue on the roof of her mouth. “I wish I’d had more time to go through this before we said we’d come. From what I’m reading, I think we should have given them a higher quote.”

Bureaucracy being what it is, the dossier is a bazillion pages longer than it needs to be. All they really need to write is “Come quickly. Here’s who to call for body-bag pickup….” Instead, they send page after page of insurance clauses, twisted lawyer-lingo and other indecipherable nonsense before they even get to the part detailing the actual problem—vampires.

It’s always vampires, and useless details about the town’s liability clauses won’t change how we stake them.

I wait for Mom to say more but she just turns to the next page. I have to admit I’m a bit curious; this is the first time she’s used the word “strange” on what I assumed was a standard stake-’em-and-bag-’em job.

I’m tempted to ask her what’s up, but instead look out at the ocean. The last thing I want to do is give the impression I’m actually interested in this or any of our jobs. Steel gray waves capped with frost-white foam churn and thunder against the shore, violent in the wake of a late spring nor’easter that’s made its way up the coast. I hope it isn’t a sign that things will go down badly like the Oak Hill gig.

I shake my head. Oak Hill was a major game-changer for me.

Nothing like hicks getting suckered by vampires—literally and figuratively—to give a kid a major reality check.

Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I try to banish the images that are seared into my brain as if it all just happened. Five years ago we blew into Oak Hill on the tail of a tornado—eerie yellow sky—gale-force winds throwing debris in the path of our van. That town—population twenty-eight—is where my twelve-year-old self finally realized my parents weren’t invincible and that when dealing with vampires, you can go from hunter to hunted in a blink of an eye.

You could say Oak Hill was the end of my childhood—twisted as it was. But when I saw a vampire actually rip a flap of skin from my father’s neck, saw the blood pour from the wound and stain his white shirt, I finally realized any hunt could be our last.

Dad coughs and I turn and look at his reflection in the rearview mirror again. He lifts his chin slightly to look up at the stoplight and I follow the edges of the white scar on his neck with my eyes. Whenever Dad complains about the sloppy stitch-job Mom did, she jokes that he should have married a plastic surgeon.

They both think this is inexplicably hilarious—somehow forgetting that we could have lost him that day if I hadn’t been able to cut the head off the vampire trying to feed on him.

But I guess being a descendent of Dr. Abraham Van Helsing—aka vampire slayer extraordinaire—you have to laugh or go crazy. Since Dad is a direct descendent of Dr. Van Helsing it makes some sense that he’d keep up the family business—it’s all he knew growing up. I’m not sure what Mom’s deal is. She refuses to talk about her past or her family. I figure something pretty bad must’ve gone down for her to have actually chosen this life.

Traveling the country slaying vamps might sound exciting in a video game sort of way, but after cutting off the heads of endless vamps it gets old. And knowing each job might be your last, well, either you can take it in stride or you can spend that traveling time imagining a different life.

I look down on the floor of the van at a crate filled with my meager belongings, and pull out the worn purple binder. I open it and sigh. I’ve landed on a picture I drew when I was seven—a yellow house with a white dog sitting in the yard. I used to imagine going into some town and finding that house. My parents would see it and, without knowing why, fall in love with it, and decide it was finally time to settle down and give me a normal upbringing. I imagined siblings with whom I’d argue over the TV remote or whose turn it was to walk that white dog. My best friend and I would sometimes fight over boys, but we’d always make up.

I turn the pages and look at the various drawings of “best friends” I’d made over the years—always side-by-side with a crayon or color-penciled “me”—my long, red hair loose and wavy around my shoulders instead of pulled back in its usual practical braid. It’s beyond pathetic, but I still know each girl’s name and the imagined adventures we shared.

None of which involved anything with sharp teeth or blood.

I stare at the picture I drew of a girl with brown skin and tight, dark curls forming a halo around her face—Kayla. How many times had I looked for her in real life? I wanted her—or any of them—to be real so badly I ached, and I wished on countless stars hoping to bring them to life. And in every town we were in, I searched the streets hoping to see one of them in the flesh so I’d know I’d finally found home.

See? Crazy.

I flip through some more pages until I get to the more current pictures. Real girls—well as real as models can be—torn from the pages of Jennifer-Kate magazine. It’s the only magazine Mom will let me read because she says it isn’t all sexed-up like the other ones lining the supermarket racks.

I’m not sure what she’s so worried about. Unless you count vampires, policemen, and an assortment of fast-food cashiers, hotel clerks, and creepy gas-station attendants, my experience with boys is pure fantasy, and really I would give anything to read those sexed-up magazines to find out what actual girls are doing with actual boys.

But former high-fashion model Jennifer-Kate pledges on the cover of each issue to “Keep it clean!” I saw her biography on TV last year. She started modeling at fourteen, hit rehab at sixteen, and started the magazine in her forties to give girls a taste of fashion without exposing them to the “Hollywood fast lane to hell.”

I happen to think Jennifer-Kate is a sanctimonious killjoy, and if I ever meet her I will laugh in her perfectly botoxed face, because articles singing the praises of “The ten best things about holding hands” or “What your favorite lip gloss says about you!” is beyond sad. Jennifer-Kate at least got to experience life—bumps and all. But I’m seventeen and utterly desperate for any lascivious information about the opposite sex I can get my hands on, and all I can get is her pathetic G-rated articles.

At least the clothes in the magazine are cool, but thank goodness for late-night cable TV in hotel rooms or I would be totally clueless about guys. Not that I believe everything I see, but some of it has to be true, right?

As I turn the pages in the binder, I trace my fingers over every impractical hairstyle and hot outfit I’ll never get to wear because my wardrobe is a sad combination of Wal-Mart rollbacks and thrift-store dregs. And as much as I covet designer shoes, high heels and hunting definitely don’t mix.

I take out a small pair of scissors and the latest issue of Jennifer-Kate from the crate to add some new pictures to my binder.

According to the cover, “Prom season is coming” and I can have “a good time without going all the way.

Of course I have watched enough prom movies to know that this is total crap—even with psychotic serial killers on the loose, prom is all about hooking up.

I turn to the page I’ve folded over in the dress section and spread the magazine open on my lap. I’m filled with longing for things I’ll never have, but I tell myself to keep dreaming.

“You will go to prom,” I whisper.

The first dress in the two-page spread is a light purple, one-shouldered, Greek goddess–style gown with a gold belt to cinch the waist. The moment I saw it I knew it was the perfect one for me. I open the scissors, slide one blade carefully along the crease to cut the page out, and then insert it in the opening of the plastic sleeve in the binder.

I turn to page eighty-one for the hairstyle—long, spiral curls. I don’t have a curling iron or hot rollers (Mom says we can’t afford to spend money on anything so frivolous) but if I want my hair to look like the model’s I can’t afford not to have one.

After I add the hairstyle to the binder I turn back to page six to admire my “date,” a totally drool-worthy guy with a strong chiseled chin and straight blond hair framing ice-blue eyes that look into my soul. I stare at his six-pack abs above the pair of low-slung jeans he’s modeling.

I study his face and decide he looks like a “Brad.”

In my head I’ve dressed (and undressed) Brad in the dark gray tux on page one hundred twenty countless times this week. But Brad and I have no intention of going to the parent-sponsored after-prom party Jennifer-Kate insists is a “totally fun and safe way to party.”

Instead, I giggle as he kisses my neck in the elevator on the way up to the fancy hotel room he booked for us. I burn with anticipation as he opens the door revealing a petal-strewn bed. He slides the dress off my shoulder and the satin caresses my skin as it falls to the floor. I step out of the fabric piled gracefully around my feet and he kisses me hungrily as we fall onto the bed with my six-inch heels still on. The scent of roses fills the air as our bodies press together. His lips devour every inch of my nearly naked—

Make a slight right onto route 1B and continue for one mile,” the GPS announces.

“We should be there shortly, Doodlebug,” Dad says. “Make sure you have everything you need.”

I throw my magazine back into the crate as my cheeks burn. “Yeah, okay,” I choke out.

I quickly put everything else back, secure the knife strapped to my calf, and make sure it’s fully covered.

Reality check.

There will be no corsages, limos, fancy dresses, extreme heels, or impossibly hot Brads in my future. Only fangs, decapitated heads, traveling the country with my parents in this shit-can van packed with boxes of garlic, and sleeping in connecting hotel rooms—alone.

Sucks to be me.

Mom’s cell phone rings and we all sit up straight. We don’t get a lot of calls. “It’s the Bristol Police,” she says, a hint of concern in her voice. She takes a deep breath and then opens her phone. “Joy Van Helsing—may I help you?”

She nods. “As a matter of fact we’re almost there.” She pauses and turns to my father, wide-eyed. “We had a verbal agreement,” she huffs into the phone. “And we’ve come all the way from Buffalo.

Dad looks briefly at her, shaking his head. “I knew we should have had them wire the money first,” he says a little too loudly. “There was something fishy about this one.”

Mom waves her hand to quiet him and I lean forward so I don’t miss anything. I’m hopeful this job might be canceled.

“Well, that’s ridiculous. You got our résumé and referrals—we’re government licensed and have a reputation for being discreet. No one in town will be any the wiser as to why we’re there.”

I try to hear the muffled voice coming from her phone but can’t make anything out.

“That incident,” Mom snaps, “happened thirteen years ago when there was another person working with us, but I can assure you our record has been spotless since.”

She scoffs. “And how many vampires have you slayed?”

I can’t make out the muffled reply but I’m pretty sure he’s said—none. Most cops don’t even want to attempt to mess with vampires.

“Anyway,” Mom continues, “I’d love to know where you’re getting this information from.” She listens for a few seconds, her eyes narrowed. “Well, Officer MacCready, I happen to know a few things about Mr. Harker that he’s most likely left off his resume that might affect your decision about who is the best candidate to handle this job. If you’ll just give us a bit of your time we’d be happy to speak to you about it.”

A small smile breaks out on Mom’s face—something I see so rarely. “Wonderful. We’ll see you in a few minutes.” She shuts her phone and tosses it roughly in her purse, all business now. “Nathan Harker—after all these years! What the hell is he thinking moving in on our territory and bad-mouthing us to the police?”

“I can’t believe he’d do something like that,” Dad says quietly. “Not after everything we’ve been through.”

“Like Nathan cares about our past!” Mom shoots back. “And I haven’t a doubt in my mind he’s burned every bridge of his out west so he had no choice left but to move on to our territory without a moment’s care about how it would affect us.”

“Joy,” Dad says, his voice full of warning. “Let’s—”

Mom scoffs. “What? Let’s forget what happened? Not possible!”

“Who are you talking about, Mom?” I ask.

She turns to me and I see her pupils are wide and dark. “The Harkers. Nathan and Tyler Harker.”

“Harker?” I ask. “As in Jonathan Harker, one of the slayers of Dracula?”

Mom takes a deep breath. “Unfortunately, yes. Although I’d bet good money Jonathan Harker is turning in his grave knowing his great-grandson screwed up so badly he had to stake his own wife!”

“Joy, please!” Dad admonishes. “This isn’t the time or the place….” His worried eyes connect with mine in the rearview mirror.

“She’s old enough, Vince, and if Nathan is going to be moving in on our territory, she needs to know what kind of a man he is. I can only imagine what’s become of the boy.”

Dad shakes his head. “Look, we’re almost at the station, let’s find out what’s going on and then you and I can discuss the best way to handle the Harker situation.”

Mom looks out the window, chewing on a hangnail. “Fine. Hopefully he’s still got a ways to go before he arrives in town.”

I lean all the way forward and look between the two of them. “Wait a minute. You guys can’t leave me hanging like this! What did the Harkers do? And what happened thirteen years ago?”

“Let’s just say we used to work with the Harkers but parted company after our divergent methods of hunting became too big to overcome.”

“But what about his wife?” I continue. “Is it really true he had to … stake her?”

Dad sighs.

“Yes, he did,” Mom says.

I lean back in my seat and stare at my parents. I’d imagined losing them hundreds of times to a vampire attack, but it never once occurred to me that they would get turned and one of us would have to …

I shudder. It makes sense. We often split up to get a job done faster or scout out an area. It would be easy to get turned and catch someone by surprise and what else could you do but …

A small laugh escapes my mouth. “Well, let’s just hope Dad never has to go there.”

“Daphne!” Dad says.

“Sorry,” I say bitterly. “But it’s not like it isn’t a possibility.” Anger wells up inside me like a crashing wave. For the millionth time I wonder why they didn’t quit after I was born and get some freaking normal jobs. Any jobs. Hell, I’d live in the worst trailer park in the world and proudly say my parents flip burgers for a living instead of doing this.

“Could you stake me?” I ask, the words coming out before I can stop them.

Dad shoots a look at Mom. “You had to go there.”

“This is Harker’s fault, not mine,” she insists.

“Could you?”

Mom turns around and faces me. Her cheeks are flushed and her jaw is clenched. “Yes, Daphne, I could.”

I look away from her, shaking my head. “I wish I could say I’m surprised,” I whisper.

Dad pulls the van into the police station parking lot and cuts the engine. He puts both of his hands on the top of the steering wheel and then rests his forehead on them.

We sit in silence for a few minutes and then Mom unbuckles her seat belt. “Daphne, you know what we’re up against. You know why we do this,” she says as she organizes the paperwork in her lap.

I look down at the binder filled with dreams and hopes I’ll never get to live. “I know why it has to be done; I just don’t know why it has to be us.”

Mom looks up at the roof and Dad reaches out and takes her hand. She bows her head and leans into him. “Who better than us?”

“It’s not fair,” I say. “Why don’t I get to choose whether or not I want to do this?”

“Look, Daphne, your mom and I each have our reasons. There have been some things from our past we wanted to shield you from—maybe that was the wrong approach. Maybe you’d be more accepting of what we do if we’d been up front with you.”

“Enough coddling her,” Mom says. “Daphne, we need this job. You know how tight money is. And with what the Harkers have told the police, we’re going to have some explaining to do. I just hope you’re mature enough to hear what we have to say and conduct yourself properly during the interview. None of your sulking. It was embarrassing watching your eye-rolling in the Buffalo office; that’s not the kind of behavior that will persuade someone to give us work.”

“Fine!” I snap.

“Maybe she should wait in the car,” Dad says. “We can talk to her later.”

Mom scoffs. “They’re expecting three slayers for the briefing. She’s coming with us.” She pulls down the sun visor and tilts her chin up, applying fresh lipstick in the faded mirror. She purses her lips and then flips the visor back up. “Are we ready?”

“Does my hair look okay?” I ask sarcastically. “Wouldn’t want to make a bad impression.”

Mom gives Dad an ignore her look and then they get out of the car. I shake my head, almost wishing I’d inherited Mom’s robotic lack of emotion. I open the door and think about the job we’re trying to secure, and all the jobs we’ve been on. My stomach churns and I swallow back some bile rising in my throat. What fresh nightmares could my parents have tried to shield me from? What could possibly be worse than this?

© 2010 Amanda Marrone

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  • Posted October 22, 2010

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    Laugh out loud!

    This book is a hilarious, fast, fun read. I read it in a few hours, hanging on every word. Everything is paced and written well, and the characters are quickly and believably thrown together in a world where slayers slay vamps for hire. The sarcastic undertones and infectious wit are what sold me on this book.



    The heroine, Daphne, is a typical character looking to find a place for herself and dealing with parental issues, yet her voice is interesting and fresh. Her family always moving from town to town in search of a vampire, she has never been able to experience what a typical teen would experience and feels lonely and detached, even drawing pictures of herself with celebrities - imaginary friends - to have some company.



    Her wish for a friend finally comes true when she quite randomly meets Kiki Crusher, a washed-out child star on a self-destructive bender. The main source of comedy is brought about by the aforementioned Kiki Crusher as she hilariously manipulates her way into becoming trained as a vampire slayer. I would argue that she is the star of the book with her laugh-out-loud one-liners. I'm not kidding. I actually spontaneously laughed out loud several times!


    I also like that the romance with Tyler mentioned in the summary is not the main focus of the book. The main focus is Daphne and Kiki becoming friends and solving the vamp mystery to save a small town. Tyler is just a nice prize thrown into the mix.


    I would recommend this book to vampire lovers and haters alike. In the world of Slayed, the vampires embody their reputation as souless, nasty monsters... And they are not there for a source of romantic joy. They're there to die. I also think this would make a great classroom library book (with caution due to a few F-bombs) and definitely a great school or public library find.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 29, 2010

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    Loved it!

    My gosh this book is something out of this world. Never have I heard of a vampire slaying family that totally kicks butt!

    Daphne Van Helsing's life is anything but normal. Bound to serve the world as a vampire slayer, Daphne is tired of what she is doing. From the very moment she entered this world, Daphne has been trained and honed in to a hunter. She's never had the opportunity to live a normal 17 years old life. When her family comes to the town of Bristol to extinguish their vamp problem they run into The Harkers. They are forced to work together, ruining their every plans. But fate has its own plans.

    Kiki Crusher is a uppity type of girl who just happens to witness Daphne's slaying of a vamp. In order to keep her mouth shut, Daphne's family agreed to show Kiki the ropes of a vampire slayer. At first Daphne was upset and didn't want to do it at all. But in the end, Kiki grew on Daphne becoming her first real friend.

    Tyler Harker is the son of Nathan Harker, her rivals. Even since a falling out years back, her parents have told her that they are bad news and to stay away from them. They both were raised the same. She knows just how hard it is to live this life.Yet she can't seem to fight the pull she has toward him. And with her every waking step, he is always just around the corner.

    Bristol poplutaion is quickly going down. People are dying and no one seems to know exactly what is going on. The vampire that they hunt are much stronger, and are even stronger during the day. Some say it is demons, other vampires. Will they learn to put the past behind and move forward?

    I had a great time reading this book. Amanda Marrone did a wonderful job writing this. She was able to get into the mind of a deprived teenager expressing her feelings truly, making her character real. I loved reading about Daphne and was glad to see her character grow. She was able to make new friends and learn from the past. I was glad to see her parents saw the wrong of their ways, that Daphne was able to stand up for herself once and for all.

    The love interest in the story was a great asset. Tyler and Daphne has such great chemistry going on. Plus, they were rivals. Who wouldn't want to fall in love with something that is forbidden to you? They understood each other the best and they were perfect together. Her new friend Kiki was a great addition. She definitely brought the laughter and humor in this book. Kiki smart-remarks and funny antics had me laughing hard. Kiki was there for Daphne in every way a friend should be.

    While reading this you feel pulled into her world, experiencing everything with her characters. The plot, her writing was fabulous. It was a easy read and everything was describe with such great detail. If you love a good action packed family who slays vampires then this story is for you.

    Amanda Marrone delivered a heart-stopping, action-packed, drama filled story, with a great romance.

    I would recommend this book to older teens. There was cursing, drinking, etc in the book.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 12, 2010

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    Reviewed by Andrea for Teens Read Too

    Daphne has grown up in a vampire slayer family. Her family history of slaying vampires goes way back - in fact, one of her distant relatives was the famous Van Helsing. Now, she has to travel around with her parents, helping to rid cities and towns of the vampires. All Daphne wants is the normal life of a teenage girl. She even has a binder with pictures of imaginary best friends and pictures cut out of magazines of her dream prom. But considering she doesn't even have a home, since she and her parents stay in cheap motels, she knows that this will never be an option. But one night, while on patrol, she meets Kiki, who witnesses a vampire slaying. And Kiki wants in on the action. As a condition for not telling the world about vampires, Kiki wants to go with Daphne on vampire hunts. At first, Kiki is annoying, but soon Daphne has her very first best friend. And not only that, but she is also introduced to a guy, Tyler, who could be her first real kiss. The only problem is that Tyler is the son of a rival vampire-slaying family. This was a cute and fun slayer story. I liked Daphne and how she was a kick-butt girl but still wanted a normal high school life. And Kiki, Daphne's new friend and trainee, is great fun, too! I loved her personality! She was bubbly but had vulnerabilities. The plot was pretty good, although it did get a little weird at one part involving the father of the rival slayer family. But I'll leave you to read that and find out why. I hope there is a sequel to this book so we can get to know more about Daphne and Kiki!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 27, 2010

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    A Great Read!!

    This was a fast paced and enjoyable read and kept me glued until the end. I have read her first three novels and liked them enough to pick up this one too. I'm glad I did because this is my favorite one so far and can't wait for anything Marrone gets published in the future. I also liked how it was different than a lot of the vampire novels being published today. This is a 'kill or be killed' vampire novel, not a human and vampire love relationship. Although, I do adore the Twilight series, it is still nice to read something with a little edge to the whole vampire high.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 21, 2010

    AMAZING!!!!!

    I just finished this book and it was very good. I couldn't put it down. at the end of each chapter there is just enough suspense to keep you reading until the end. I won't give anything away but I am totally team Van Helsing!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2013

    Loved this book!

    I was a little skeptical about this book when I started reading it but by the end I had a new favorite! I just love all the characters in it and for me, the book was a very happy surprise.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2012

    Slayed

    Slayed is a very good vampire book. But it was very fast forward. So it was chopped off a star. But still it was a good book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    Is this the vamp slaying clan of people

    If it is I want to join I am a very flexible and very fast girl with long dark brown hair and blue eyes I also wear a dark brown T-shirt and dark brown shorts I'm not as strong as most of you are but just as useful by the way I'm Nora

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2012

    Cindy

    Sorry.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2012

    Ashley o max

    But i like u even if ur a girl where r the vamps located

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2012

    :)

    I loved this book, couldn't put it down with the drama, action, and the romance it had a perfecr balance. :-)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2011

    Good Read!

    Great tale. Kept me guessing what would happen next and I never got it right!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2011

    oh ya!!!!

    nothing is better than slaying vamps!!!!!!

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  • Posted January 5, 2011

    Better then expected

    Honestly, there are a lot of crappy books about the supernatural. Let's face it, it happens... but I thought this was going to be another Ehhh book to add to my collection. It wasn't. This book was unexpectedly good. There aren't a lot of vampire slayer books yet but this is definately a must read. The characters are really good... I just wish it was longer. Everything moved a little too fast for me. The relationships, the climax, the ending... it was all really fast. Quick read to the max. Interesting plot. Must read <3

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