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My name is Darren Shan. You probably already know a lot about me and my friends, you know the fact that I'm a half-vampire and that I'm also a prince among them. You might also know about Vancha March and Harkat Mulds, the friends of mine I travel with- ones a vampire prince like me, ones a little person brought back to life by Mr Tiny. You might also remember Larten Crepsley. My once dearest friend and mentor who lifted me out of the light of the human world and into the hellish night of the hunters- the vampire clan. I hope he's up there now, in paradise, looking down on me and protecting me. An old vampire saying used to crop up whenever he was around. Luck he used to say. Luck. May the luck of the vampires be with you, but that wasn't good enough for poor old Mr Crepsley. I just hope he's up there now, happy and at peace with Arra Sails. His one true lover who had left him grim for weeks when she snapped the final thread of life. I hope he's happy but I can't help feeling sorry for him, I'm forever lonely even with Harkat and Vancha by my side. I hope he can still see me and that he's there with his friends, Arra, Gavner and Paris.
Steve. The name is cursed to bring hell. How could he possibly bring so much destruction to the end of the Earth? A name I never want to hear ever again. Steve Leopard. Forget his stupid nick-name; I must be more like Larten. Steve Leonard. Hell raiser extraordinaire.
The stakes. The pain he must have been in and for no reason he stepped into the fire. He didn't have to die. He didn't even kill the real vampaneze lord and all for what. Nothing…
Nothing but guilt and annoyance and anger at someone who I thought had more of a heart than that. I never did listen to Mr Crepsley when he said that Steve was evil from the start and always would be. Now I see what he means. A boy of such horror and torment.
Poor old Mr Crepsley didn't have to die and now I see no point to living…
Curse you Steve! I hate you! To think we used to be friends and then when we parted I got a new friend and then when we find each other again, you kill him. You monster! I shall hunt you down to the edge of the world if I have to, so I can kill you and make sure that your soul never gets to paradise.
At least I've still got Vancha and at least I've still got Harkat but my world would never be the same without a good old miserable friend of mine, Larten Crepsley.
May your soul rest in paradise and even in death may you be triumphant…