Disclaimer: I do not own Cirque du Freak, or any of the characters used in this fanfic. Darren Shan does.
A/N This is a Glalda/Kurda fanfic. Slash. If you don't like this pairing, then don't read the fanfic and don't flame. Enjoy!
Gavner was dead. Dead! And Kurda had killed him. The blond vampire stood, shaking, above the blood covered man, tears in his eyes. Had he really done this to his friend? Kurda reached out, and, with a shaking hand, brushed a finger against Gavner's cheek. He was so cold, so still. A sob escaped Kurda's throat, and he pulled his hand away as if it was on fire. Yes, he had killed Gavner. This was his fault, all his fault. He wished, with all his heart, he could go back in time and change this, not stab Gavner. But he also knew that if he didn't, his plans would have been ruined. And he couldn't have that.
Kurda stood up straight and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Everything was fine. Darren had most likely been killed by the river, and there was no one to tell everyone Kurda's plan. Everything was fine. So how come he was still so upset? He had loved Gavner. The man had meant everything to him. He was the first vampire who had befriended when he came to Vampire Mountain. Lots of the other vampires had teased him because he didn't like to fight, mocked him and laughed at his ideas. Gavner was the only one who accepted him for who he was and didn't try to change him. Their friendship had grown, and eventually it had become more. Oh, how he wished he could be in Gavner's arms now, kissing the other vampire senseless. But that was impossible, for Gavner was dead and he had killed him. Again tears began to stream down Kurda's face, and this time he could do nothing to stop them.
"Kurda." The voice was soft, calm. Kurda glanced around and saw a tall vampaneze with a red birthmark on his cheek standing a few feet away. The look in the man's eyes was sad, apologetic. "Glalda," Kurda replied, nodding in recognition. He bit his lip and whipped his eyes quickly, embarrassed that he was showing weakness in front of the vampaneze. What must Glalda think of him? But Glalda didn't scoff at him; instead he walked closer, keeping his eyes on Kurda's. "Are you all right?" the vampaneze asked softly, as he reached out and touched Kurda's shoulder. Kurda shuddered under the touch. "I'm fine," he replied, though not too convincingly. "He… he meant a lot to me." Kurda bowed his head, not looking at the other. "I see. I'm sorry," Glalda whispered, and cupped Kurda's chin, forcing him to look up. A single tear rank down Kurda's cheek, and he looked into Glalda's eyes, his heard beating fast. He wanted to say something, to apologize for this show of weakness. But he couldn't say a word.
Slowly, his eyes not leaving Kurda's, Glalda lowered his head, his lips slowly brushing the blond vampire's. Kurda was sure his heard stopped beating. Glalda's lips were so soft, so warm, so comforting. Kurda's eyes closed and he let himself get lost in the kiss, all thoughts of Gavner leaving his mind. A few seconds later, Glalda gently pushed away, breathing heavily. Kurda opened his eyes, a small smile on his lips. "We should go meet the others and tell them the half vampire boy is gone," Glalda finally said after a moment of silence. "They're still searching for him." Kurda nodded silently, and together the two left the cave to find the others.