As you all have guessed my name is Draye. I grew up on Vampire Mountain and the stories told to me by one woman. Those stories gave me hope and courage so I could be who I am today. If that woman knew that I would never hear the end of it. You must all wish to know who this person is so I'll tell you. Her name is Demy God.
I few years ago I was in the book store and I saw a book. It was a just released hard-cover, first in a series written by another of my friends, Darren Shan. I bought it and took it home to read.
None of it was new to me, except that of the description of the cirque du freaks show. It was just like that of what Demy and Darren had told me about, but it was strange. Demy wasn't mentioned performing. Yes that's right, Demy was a cirque member. So I went to pay her a trip.
When I got to Vampire Mountain and flagged Demy down she told me that she had asked Darren not to include her in the book. When I asked her why she told me this:
"What has happened to me and around me is the business of me and my friends. I don't want people I don't know to fell they know me. They don't and never will, sure it would be cool to be written about but I don't want my live to feel impersonal."
Well I knew better and went to see Darren and he said this:
"Demy did ask me not to write about her. She said it was because she felt worried about something. I don't know what that something is, but it was important to her. I know she regretted it and wants her story do be know, but yet she doesn't."
I walked away from the subject until recently when I saw Demy again. She was in the hall telling some new half vampires about her adventure. I saw the joy she had in telling them the stories and I knew I had to do something. So I went behind her back to write this, the lost adventures of Demy God. Enjoy them, if you dare.
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Darren sat exited in his seat, the first performer was about to come on. The lights dimmed in the theater and the ones on stage lit up.
"Please welcome Demy God!" Mr. Tall's voice rang.
A girl, around 15 walked on to the stage. She had black hair that looked blue in the light. Her eyes were a strange dark blue, they looked unnatural. She began talking.
"Hello there, my talent is that of sword tricks." Darren was captivated, her voice sounded strange, the heavy British made it stranger. It sounded smooth and cheerful, yet sad and depressed.
"Hey Darren," Steve whispered "she wasn't on the flier, was she?"
"No, she wasn't."
They turned back to the stage and watched as Demy used a sword as a baton, spinning and twirling it. It was just a blur it her hands, then she tripped. Her fall seemed to turn into slow motion the sword in her hand moved, the tip getting closer and closer to her stomach until it pierced it. It when threw her body and out of her back as she finally landed on the floor. The blade was covered in blood and it was pooling around her body. She just laid there, dead.
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Oh no! The first chapter and Demy is dead! Well I think not! How does she survive and what does Darren learn about her when he comes to work at the cirque? Turn in next chapter to find out.
Sorry it was so short but Demy is being suspicious so this will have to do for know, okay. Don't worry next chapter will be way longer! I want reviews , no new chapie if I don't get 3 reviews.