Upon The Winds Of Change Pt. 1
A note to all that this is my first "fan-fiction" done here. If it looks terrible then I do apologize in advance. This is somewhat my original work, it is based off the series of books by Darren Shan, characters anyway. The situations they find themselves getting into is from my own noggin. But you know how fanfics go right? I suggest you read the Cirque Du Freak series because they are a VERY good read. *ahem* Without any further ado...I present my lovely (and I use the term lightly) fanfic.
It was a pain watching over her sometimes. The girl was almost a menace. The only thing that kept her in his care was the fact that the little girl had eyes that closely resembled those of his lover. A vampire in a foul mood is never a good recipe, but that was almost a daily thing for a Larten Crepsley who paced around his trailer at the Cirque Du Freak along with his "daughter" Ciri. He and Arra had gotten into a little bit of a spat back in the past...and somehow it had led them to care for this child. Ciri was half vampire because of a little blood exchange mishap between the mates. Arra always had a maternal side and Larten would have given into anything she asked of him. And so Ciri was now a part of their life.
As he paced, the little girl played on the floor with her dolls. They weren't much, seeing as how the pair had to travel lightly. Anything that kept the little monster occupied however, was always welcomed. Larten was deep in thought when he stumbled over little Ciri, though caught himself on the edge of his coffin.
"You're mother will be home soon...we should clean up your dolls hm?" Larten proposed, crouching down low so that he could speak to her at eye level. For a little "eight" year old, Ciri wasn't naive. She didn't like being talked down to and it was established in her at an early age...but we'll get into that another time.
"Yes father." Ciri hopped up and picked up her dolls and stuffed them into a little satchel she carried with her at ALL times. She never went anywhere without it. Anywhere.
Ciri skipped merrily over to a little vanity mirror Larten had kept in the trailer for her. She was a little girl after all and looks were rather important. The little girl fixed her pale blond ringlets and tightened the bow in her hair. Her dress was full of dainty ruffles and eyelet patterns. She looked angelic...save for the fact that her eyes burned with the color of green flames. They were startling to look at, especially against her creamy skin. No matter, her eyes matched Arra's and that only made Larten love the little girl more. No matter how annoying she was, no matter how much he wanted to strangle her at times, she was still his and he would take care of her.
Larten bent down and scooped little Ciri up into his arms and carried the happily squealing girl out of the trailer. Arra was near, he could feel her. Ciri could too because the little girl wouldn't stop bouncing in his arms. The other members of the Cirque passed by every now and then and nodded to the pair. Larten would smile or nod back in no particular pattern. He was getting anxious now, just a second ago Arra was nearing...but it shouldn't have taken this long to reach them. What was taking her so -
The elder vampire's thoughts were interrupted by a pair of hands finding their way around his head to cover his eyes. The hands were the same temperature as his own, otherwise he would have reacted violently as he was taught to. Fight or flight...Larten was all fight. He recognized the scent and smiled, reaching up to remove the pair of hands that had blinded him. Slowly, Larten turned to see Arra standing there before him. He took her in little by little. Detail for detail. Arra dressed simply, she wore a simple white dress with a corseted bodice. The skirt of the dress flared outward and hugged her every curve. Her body was slender and pale, she had an almost ghostly look to her had it not been for her jet black hair that hung straight down to her waist. And her eyes. Never forget her eyes. The woman had eyes that pierced through you and through the person standing behind you if they were close enough. They were a shockingly bright emerald color that matched that of Ciri's. Had he not known better...he would have thought them to be related.
Larten gently set Ciri down on her feet and stepped forward, his arms wrapping around the waist of his beloved as he pulled the woman closer. Arra laughed a light, melodious laugh as she stood up on the tips of her toes to better kiss her mate. Larten's eyes closed instinctively as Arra's rosy lips touched his. They were as soft as their namesake and were sweeter than the purest honey. He was glad for the fact that he needn't breathe so that he could kiss her for eternity. The male reached up to tangle his fingers into Arra's silken hair, trapping the woman there against his lips. The female's hands unwrapped themselves from Larten and were placed squarely on his chest. She pushed him away with a little force to break their kiss. She did that often just to tease the old vampire. Larten frowned...though smiled quickly afterward.
"I know you have missed me...but don't push your luck love. Wait until we are alone first." Arra winked at her seemingly blushing lover who found himself at a loss for words for once in his unnaturally long life.
"How was your trip my darling? Did you get there safely?" Larten asked, his hand reaching for Arra's who laced her fingers with his.
"It was fine I suppose...nothing special to report." Arra paused for a moment, then her eyes widened. "Oh! Right, I was supposed to tell you that -" Her voice stopped abruptly when the familiar, piercing scream issued through the night. It was a scream of sheer terror. High-pitched and frightening.
Ciri.