Notes! : Ok this idea all started from the movie "Vampires assiant" Which wasn't a really good movie. But I remembered reading something like that in a book series. So I looked it up and found the series I read way back in my middle school years.

But I couldn't remember what happened in them. So I am currently reading them. Just finish with book one(Going to write this fanfic as I read the books so I can correct my mistakes). Then found out that they have a manga for that same series. So I am also reading that as well.

But I'm going to be changing a lot of things in this series(But still keep to the plot). Like the acts in the cirque du freak show. I think I changed one act and a few of the looks. Like I made Mr. Crepsley good-looking, and changed Darrens appearance and some of his personality. He is older then he is in the books. And a few other things.

As a warning there will be certain scenes not fit for the younger crowd. I will be going into some detail on some of the scenes. But theres no sex because its between guys. And some people find that uncomfortable.

The scene when Mr. Crepsley is testing Darrens blood is going to be one of those scene that I'll go into further detail. And there will be some violence and people dieing(When Darren fakes his death).

But I hope you enjoy. Sorry about my long author note thing. And if you review lets not be to harsh with the words, I am a person to. Words to hurt my feelings.

Chapter one... Two brothers

After school, hot afternoon. What better to do then to play soccer? Kicking the ball around playing with friends and other soccer players from the college down the street. Its perfect for this wonderful game. But to bad I can't play.

My name is Darren Shan, and I'm fifteen years old. And I'm currently watching my two friends, and my best friend play soccer. I would be playing with them. I had been up till a few weeks ago when a soccer ball smacked me in the face and my mom freaked out and told me not to play soccer anymore. I didn't want to disobey my mom so I just stopped playing.

Getting hit in the face with the soccer ball didn't freak my mom out that bad. It was when a college student got into my blind spot and knocked me down to the ground. Needless to say I was at for for a week till my vision returned.

I sighed taking off my sun glasses to wipe the sweat from my face. It was to hot to sit under the sun. But there was no trees anywhere. So I sat close to the soccer field. I tucked my black hair behind my ear so the small breeze could cool my hot skin.

Something crawled across my hand that was resting on the grass. Instinct would of been to smack it. But instead I turned to look at it. It was a spider. I couldn't tell what kind of spider it was. I didn't shake my hand to get it off, or kill it. Instead I brought it close to my face.

I barely did something like I was doing now. Taking off my sunglasses, and tucking my hair behind my ear. The truth was, my scar kept me from doing that. Because of this scar I withdrew. People would ask me so many questions. Or ask me to see my scar. So I became scared and shy. I guess you could say I became timid. I began to fear that i couldn't make friends because what I looked like, and how bad my vision was.

I've had good vision, infact perfect vision, that is until June sixteen. Me and my best friend were playing on a hill my mother told me never to go on. We were seven and thought we were big boys and played on there anyway.

When were playing something happened, my best friend had gotten mad, and I ended slipping and falling down the hill. The next thing I knew was I woke up in the hospital. I could barely see. My mother and father explained what had happened that I had lost my left eye and my right eye was very weak.

They also told me that the left side of my body, from my collar bone down to my hip had a big scar. Its smaller then it looked when I first got it. Infact I barely noticed it when I looked at myself in the mirror, shirtless.

My best friend's name was Steve, Steve Leonardo. Or Steve Leopard. It was a nickname because he was a fast guy. I didn't have that many friends growing up, so Steve's friends became my friends. And their names were Alan and Tommy.

I swear the spider looked back at me. But I was unsure, because I only had a few second to look at the spider before someone yelled my name, which I'm sure it was Steve. He yelled "Heads up Darren!" But it was to late. Once again a soccer ball hit me in the face when I looked over and I went straight down to the ground.

I'm Darren Shan, I'm a fifteen year old teen, with A-B grades. I don't have much of a figure. I'm not skinny, nor am I fat. I'm inbetween a small six pack and a four pack. My skin is lightly tanned. My eyes are brown, my hair black and long enough to cover the left side of my face. I wear sun glasses to cover my scar. And finally a red mark on my face where a soccer ball hit me in the face at full force.

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I was glad my nose didn't break. It did bleed. More then half of the college students dipped when they saw the blood. But like three come over to help me. After the bleeding had stopped. Everyone split up. Alan went home to his brother, Tommy had to go to work, the college students went to do something college students do. And me and steve went to his house.

When we arrived at Steve's house he opened the door saying "I hope your mom doesn't get to pissed, she already hates me..." My mother didn't like him only because she believes Steve did this to me. But really only Steve knows, because that day was blurry.

"I don't think my mom would care. I'll tell her one of the college students did it." I hated lieing to my mom, but at the same time I didn't want to lose Steve. "Soldier - " He said turning to me as I closed the door behind me and kicked off my shoes. " - see that hill?" he asked speaking like a soldier from a war movie.

"Yes,sir," I clicked my heels together.

"We have to take it by dawn."

"Are we using machine guns or rifles, sir?" I asked pretending to be a soldier.

"Are you crazy?!" He barked. "We'd never be able to carry them throught the mud." He nodded at the carpet.

"Rifles it is sir!" I agreed as we raced up the stairs.

When we reached the top Steve started his small little victory speech which ended in his mother coming from their living room/den to investigate. "Steve would you or your friend like a drink?" She asked being a nice woman. Which was rare for her. "Caviar and champagne!" He announced as he escaped to his room. "We're alright" I answered shortly following after my friend.

Steve didn't get along with his mother. He says she's not much of a mother. Steves father left his mother when he found out Steve's mother was pregnant with Steve. So Steve grew up without a father and a mother if you think about it.

It had been a while since I had been in Steves room. And unlike mine, his was trashed. The black painted walls were covered in horror pictures and posters covering the walls. He had clothes scattered around his room, his bed was messed up. And all his comic books were all in one conner unneat. If I had a room like this, my mother would of grounded me.

I had tooken off my black bookbag and sat down in the middle of Steve's floor. Steve had done the same after giving me some of his newer comics. Me and Steve are a bunch of weird people. All I ever want to talk about, or talk about really are spiders. Steve he's a vampire nut. he knows everything there is to know about vampires and other monsters.

"You know how a stake to the heart kills a vampire?" I asked bringing up the conversations on vampires. Steve answered "Who wouldn't that kill?" I know he was joking by the tone of his voice, so I continued speaking. "Does it have to be wood?" I looked up from my vampiric comic book awaiting my answer.

"It doesn't have to be wood - " Steve answered not looking up from his comic. "It could be metal, or plastic. As long as it works." The conversation went quiet for a little bit longer untill I spoke again. This time about werewolves.

"So silver bullets kills werewolves?" This time Steve looked at me and thought about the answer a bit then nodded lightly. "Anything silver I guess, Im not much of a werewolf man." He turned the page of his comic and I had turned back to mine.

"I guess any kind of bullet works, that is if you have enough."

When it was time for me to go home, Steve offered to walk me home because of the "creeps" walking around. I kindly rejected it. I told Steve that the walk home would probably make the red on my face fade even more so that he could say that he ran the way home.

The streets were empty and it was dark out. Street lights lit up the street and some of the smaller buildings. This is about the time I take off my sungasses and walk like a normal teen. I only took them off because it made things diffcult to see at night, and who would see it anyway?

I had my music in and had it semi blasting. I always knew that I was a talkative person when I was around steve alone. But when I wasn't around him I was quiet. Like if I was hanging out with Alan or Tommy, I wouldn't talk much. I'd listen to them and make noises of agreement.

Monster by skillet had been playing when the man was there. I didn't notice him because he was on my blind spot,my left side. So when the hand holding the flier appeared right in front of I jumped.

When I turned to see just who was trying to hand me the flier so late at night. I was a bit shocked. He was a dark looking man wearing a dark long cloak, and he was wearing a black top hat.

I took out my ear buds to hear him speak. "Take one." He said with such a dark subductive tone. I don't know what made me blush, but I did and took the flier. "Thank you..." I mumbled.

I had put my ear buds back in and took a few steps looking at the flier. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to ask the man about the flier. But the darkly dressed man wasn't there anymore.