DISCLAIMER: I own no rights to Cirque Du Freak or any of the characters. All rights belong to Darren Shan, the amazing writer.
A/N: Okay, this is a story for all you Arra/Larten lovers. ENJOY!
SUMMARY: Its war, with no certain leader to guide them to salvation, the vampires must join forces with the paranormal but there's always a catch. Crepsley must decide which is more important, his clan or his mate. Arra/Larten
TITLE: Colliding with Evil
Chapter 1
From the desolate room he woke, his eyes blurred in a hazy morning daze. Looking from left to right, he set his eyes upon his mate and smirked. Arra did not turn, nor did she speak, she just stood. Her hair was in a messy bun and tied haphazardly with a piece of ribbon.
"Good evening." He smiled and stood from his coffin. She turned, her eyes prancing across the room to finally settle upon him.
"Evening Larten." She replied miserably. "Have you heard? A war is brewing." She lowly muttered and began a slow pace across the room.
"Yes, I heard. We must not dwell on matters that may be and not are being." He sighed and wrapped his arms around her. Pulling him away she shook her head.
"I know but I cannot focus on anything else. I need to know what is happening before my mind is put to rest." She sighed and began to walk out the room.
"Where are you going now?" He asked in a way bordering on secretly upset to visibly, obviously upset.
"To see Paris, I need to ask a few questions that will ease my mind a little." She threw her voice over her shoulder and disappeared into the dimly lit tunnel. Larten slumped into a chair and picked up a stone before throwing it repeatedly against the wall.
"So little to do." He sighed and copied Arra's earlier action of pacing. In the Hall of Princes, Arra waited outside for the Prince to emerge. He was always complaining about how he never got privacy so she didn't want to impose again.
"Ah, Arra you wanted to speak with me?" Arra nodded and walked inside.
"Yes, I was wondering if there is any news on the war. It is just I need to know before I can put my mind to rest. You of all people know how much I over think such manors." Once she had finished, Paris placed his hand over his mouth in his 'Thinking pose' and nodded.
"Yes, you do over think it don't you? Well I am afraid that it is final, war is being called and there is nothing I can do." Arra's gaze dropped to the floor and she fought back tears in her eyes.
"Can we not even with them? Who are we against?" Arra finally tore her gaze away from the floor, pain conveying in her cold stare.
"No, we cannot. We are against Lucifer, the Devil." He muttered in an almost silent way.
"Of course, Lucifer, Why?" She shot him a challenging glare but redeemed it straight away. "What prompted this? We did nothing to anger him and he is the one who can raise Hell with one small hand gesture. He sends people down there; I'm pretty damn sure he can send the tortured souls back up." Paris bowed his head, blinking back tears in his own eyes.
"I know. It is time you stop asking questions and do what you have to do Arra… fight." Arra nodded and backed her way to the doorway.
"I apologise greatly for my inquiry." She whispered and left back to her mate's room. When she emerged from the icy darkness, she sighed and faked a smile. "I'm back." She smiled and sat cross-legged on the floor.
"Ah, you return. Is there any news on the matter?" He asked seriously and looked at her.
"Yes. Larten, the apocalypse is rising and we cannot stop it." She murmured and placed her hands on her head to cover her clearly wet eyes. "There is nothing we can do to avoid it." Mr Crepsley sat next to Arra and smiled.
"Arra, this is your destiny, you are the one who can change it. You are the one who can save yourself if you make the right moves. No one else can change it." She shook her head and lifted herself to a standing position.
"There is one person. Tiny, Desmond Tiny, Mr Destiny himself. I need to find him." She whispered and looked to Crepsley for his approval.
"Arra, please do not. He is a dangerous man. He doesn't only change destinies, he destroys them too. I cannot take that chance with you." Arra ran a hand over his cheek, tracing the scar that ran down his pale skin.
"I must, both for me and for the clan. I cannot let this one go Larten, I must try to protect as many of us as I can and if this is the way I have to go about it then I will. He does not scare me and neither do you so please let me go. Either let me do what I need to do or release me from being your mate because I know this is the only way." Larten pulled her into a firm grasp and let one tear tumble down his cheek. He was like a guitar. There were many few strings that could easily snap but Arra was one string that would always be vulnerable. If tightened too much, he would just breakdown and he would be open to anything.
"Be careful. Promise me you will be careful." Arra pulled him closer and nodded.
"I promise." She muttered and left through the door. It was dark outside and the moon hung in the sky like a flag marking the fall of the vampires. Arra, wrapped in a black cape which belonged to Larten but he had given to her as a gift, slowly made her way out of the mountain. The tunnels twisted and turned and whirled and swirled, they made her feel a little queasy. When she was at the bottom, she shook it off and began her quest. If there was one person who could stop the downfall of the vampires, it was the man who wrote the downfall in the first place.
TBC
A/N: Soooooo, here's the newest story for CDF, hope you like it and I will update my others soon. Reviews will keep this going so if you likey, reviewey :D