Title: My Immortal
By: FallenArchAngel47
Summary: Beginning from the second book in the series, Darren Shan meets a strange girl, and two women are in the motel room waiting for Mr. Crepsley? What's up with that? (It is NOT what you're thinking if that's what you're thinking…)
Authors Note:
As I usually say… please no flames and only constructive criticism that is not too harsh. …Man I'm always scared when I enter a new section on Fanfiction because I never know how harsh the readers are… or even if anyone will read them. Okay, I know Darren Shan's Cirque Du Freak Series is supposed to be well… scary and everything… but I have to add some humor to it. I always have comic relief in all of my stories…so like yeah… please don't be mad at me… um… I'm going to try my best with writing…formatting… I always format but sometimes when I upload everything gets screwed up…anyway on with the story…
I'm also going to warn you… I am going to swap POVs every now and again…I don't think I could do a good POV for Larten Crepsley though…so I think I'll…avoid that…but most of the time it will be third person or a character in the story…I will try my best at Darren Shan…Also, I have not read all the books yet so there are some things I do not know of yet, and some things I do know of. I am only up to the beginning of book 4… and well… yeah… so if I do anything wrong…I apologize and after all…it IS a fanfic…anything can happen…
Prologue
Two figures skated across the landscape, no doubt flitting to their next destination. It was nighttime, and the moon stood unaccompanied in the sky, with the exception of that of the incandescent stars. They twinkled, and seemed full of life tonight, as did the surrounding forestry that the two figures rushed past. Later on in the forest, they stopped for a rest, and sat about a small fire summoned by one of the members of this small traveling party. It turned out there was three of them, all women. The youngest one, sat closest to the fire, staring at the flames flickering and dancing together. "Mom…-It…It is okay to call you that right?" She asked, looking up with a flicker of hope in her eyes. The older, yet shorter out of the two older women looked up. "Of course… if…that is what you wish to call me…" She trailed off. Her violet eyes flicked over to the young child. She looked as if she had just snapped out of a daydream, or some sort of deep thought. Her black hair fell in her face, with a mixture of violet streaks. She smiled softly at the younger one. The other woman groaned, rolling her eyes. "How mushy can this get?" Her hair was a light blonde, and her eyes a shimmering green. She stood taller than the other two of the party, and stood up straight in her white skirt and gray peasants top.
The other woman, who at the moment was seated upon a log, was dressed in black skirts, and a long black-sleeved shirt, with drooping wrist collars. The outfit looked old, faded and worn though, and was ripped in some placed. Her black boots looked perfectly fine though, as opposed to the rest of the outfit. Her complexion was pale, and mirrored the outfit as a complete opposite. A single silver cross, hung from a leather strap about her neck. She fixed her hand around it and sighed. "You totally give definition to the Human perspective of 'Vampire,'" The blonde woman said rolling her eyes. "Well I cannot help it if I happen to like the color black… it conceals one in the night, as opposed to your brightly way of fashion." The woman with the black/violet hair spoke. The violet in her hair began to turn a shade of red, as did her eyes, and she glared at the floor. "Um…guys…" The younger one of the party spoke quietly. The woman dressed in all black looked up and gave the younger her undivided attention. The blonde woman of the two looked toward her. "What?" she snapped. "Can't you two stop bickering for the night…? We…should go find a motel before the sun rises…" The woman dressed in black nodded and stood, she kneeled down, and the younger crawled on her back. "Better yet, let's go to the same motel the old bat is at… I got some unfinished business with him…" the blonde one said, with a furious look. "That old bastard." She hissed. She picked up a few of their bags, and then flitted off in the direction of town, with the other two just as the sun began to peek over the horizon.