Darren Shan Saga
Cirque Du Freak – A different beginning
Summary- Darren Shan the Vampire Prince and Steve 'Leopard' the Vampaneze Lord are best friends. Whattt? How? Darren and Steve reconciled on the day Darren was scheduled to leave his family. Darren came clean with Steve, Steve understands- will it change their destinies?
A/N: Before I even started writing Harry Potter- fanfics, I had the plot to this in my head that I wrote down, eventually, in a document somewhere, which I finally decided to upload. I think this may be a short three chapter-ed drabble-like story, but then chapter one by itself is pretty crappy, so it might be just a oneshot plot bunny.
Do I even need to disclaim? Duh, no.
Dear Steve, Mr Crepsley ( I am calling him that because it is so much easier for me this way) has new plans. He wants to 'kill' me, also known as putting me in a near death state, so my family would not look for me once I disappear.
I will still be sending letters via email probably, even though I'm dead and gone (wouldn't it freak everyone out?) I've got Mr Crepsley's reluctant approval to bring the laptop along (right after I threatened to squish Mdm Octa) I'm not planning on him ever finding out our interaction.
To say the truth, being a half vampire sucks. Mr Crepsley's attitude is even shittier. He still keeps that god awful spider. I'm beginning to hate spiders, and I especially don't like Mdm Octa one bit after the incident.
I've got something to confess. I was so afraid that you would never forgive me nor understand about that deal with Mr Crepsley. Thank goodness.
Friends forever (I sound like a sappy loony girl, but what evers.)
Darren Shan
Dear Darren, I am sure we will meet up again, soon. Meanwhile, I've got plans. My dream is to be a vampire hunter, and kill Vur Horsten eventually. Except you, of course. I like you. It was not your fault that this happened, although, thinking again, it kinda is.
Nevermind. Just remember your promise that we will meet again, or I'll hunt you down together with Vur Horsten… … …
…. If you haven't stopped reading and started hyperventilating by now, I salute you. Don't take that into heart. I'm just kidding. Serious!
I'm going to misssss youuuuu toooo~ *sob* I'm sounding like a damn girl too… send postcards, kay?
Or I'll hunt you down. I still can't get my mind off that idea though…
Steve.
That night Mr Crepsley killed me, I tasted firsthand the true extent of grief.
I felt like something was gnawing me from the inside as I saw my friends and family cry. I ws the source of this madness. I felt a pang, and almost cried, when I saw the look Annie was wearing, only the stupid vampire potion thing kept me immobile.
Steve looked peachy. He was trying to look sorry, but all that came out was a sound that resembled sucking a lemon. He sure looked like it. Steve looked quite ill. What was going through his mind?
In the midst of all this, the sounds of grief echoing in my head, a slight sliver of hate wormed out into my heart. Who was Mr Crepsley to cause such such sadness? Who was he to break family ties and friendships with such ease?
Who was he to dictate what I do?
Who was he to steal me away from my family?
I should never had gotten Mdm Octa. That spider was the cause of this. The next time I get the chance, I am going to squish it.
Maybe, I was right, Vampires were evil.
