(A/N)

This is a short story based on the Darren Shan saga, but with my own freakish twist on it… I wanted a 'love story', but I didn't particularly want to write a male on male thing sooooo I looked around and apparently it is acceptable to suddenly turn Darren into a girl… Problem solved!

Please, please, please, no flames. I am only up to the eleventh book (one book every two days, almost done!), but I'm only using the first few to create this twisted piece of writing. This is a Darrien (Darren) / Larten Crepsley and I hope you like it!

Darrien = Dar-ree-en

It had been a couple of years since I had been blooded and turned into a half-vampire. My mentor, Larten Crepsley -the vampire who blooded me- and I were staying with a travelling freak show called the Cirque Du Freak. I used to have a normal life, one with friends and family who love me, but my friend Steve convinced me to go to the Cirque Du Freak and that's when all hell broke loose. I fell in love with Mr Crepsley's spider, Madam Octa; I stole her and tried to train her as my pet, but when I went to show Steve some tricks, my sister burst into the room and freaked Madam Octa out and she bit Steve.

I traded my normal life for one as a half-vampire to save Steve's life; I became Crepsley's assistant and have been learning about the vampire way of life under his careful watch for two and a half years. Crepsley asked if I wanted to help him during some of his performances at the Cirque Du Freak, but I hated Madam Octa too much to even go near her. Sometimes I just passed him his flute on stage or helped with a couple of magic tricks.

To pass the day I just walk around the Cirque helping the performers, doing random jobs here and there with my new friend, Evra Von, a snake-boy who I share a tent with. Being a half-vampire comes in handy, I could still go out in the day time and I had superhuman strength, hearing and speed, but I couldn't do things like heal people with my spit or flit –a super fast way of moving that vampires could travel at- like Mr Crepsley could. I had super strong nails and teeth, but I still hated being a creature that had to drink blood to live; an act which I was trying not to do for as much as possible. Whatever part of me that still was human felt the need to cling to the hope that this could all be reversed and I could go back to normal. Not something that was likely to happen. I have drunk a little bit of human blood, but only from vials that Mr Crepsley keeps in case of a shortage.

Today was a normal day, me and Evra were collecting dead animals for the Little People to eat; Little People were small cloaked figures that often travelled with the Cirque Du Freak.

"So Darrien, what are you doing after tonight's show?" Evra asked, "I mean does Crepsley have you doing chores or are you performing?"

I picked up a dead rabbit and put it into the bag of road kill I was carrying.

"I don't think I am performing tonight, I'm not even sure if Crepsley is; we have do a bit of training, you know, fight tactics and stuff, but once that's over I'm free to sleep." I replied thinking of how much sleep I had missed out on over the last few months even thought I constantly felt drained.

"Sounds super exciting." Evra mocked sarcastically and flung a dead cat at me.

I dodged it easily, but it was a close one, my reflexes weren't as fast as they should be since I wasn't drink fresh blood. Once our bags were full we headed back to the camp grounds to feed the Little People. It was lunch time and my stomach was growling furiously, normal food could sustain me along with animal blood, but I knew that if I didn't drink human blood then I wouldn't reach my full potential and even die.

After a couple of sausages the rest of the day was spent helping Rhamus Twobellies with his act; he could eat a large amount of stuff in a small amount of time and could cough it all back up again. Once night fell I was to report to Larten Crepsley's tent as soon as he woke up, or else. As the sun was setting I wandered over to Crepsley's tent only to find that he was already awake.

"Mr Crepsley, is everything okay?" I was careful not to let too much sun in, even though vampires could stand a little bit of sun, they preferred to stay away from it.

"I am fine Darrien; I have had trouble sleeping these past few nights." Larten rubbed his eyes, "But enough of me, tonight is about you."

He turned and looked at me for a long time making me feel overly nervous, I didn't know if I was supposed to say something or not so I remain silent. Crepsley circled me a couple of times making indecisive grunts and tugging at my clothes.

"These are no good; we must find you some new clothes." Crepsley was now standing in front of me scratching the long scar on the left side of his face.

"I was wondering when I could change out of these, they make me look like a boy." I only had the clothes I was buried in when I faked my death and a pair of jeans and a t-shirt Evra gave me, but they were too big.

Without any arguments I followed Mr Crepsley out of the tent, we walked away from the camp grounds before he stopped and spoke.

"Hop on my back, we are going to flit to the nearest town."

I obeyed him and for a moment I thought Larten's breath hitched, but I decided that I was imagining things. Larten began to run, once we hit flitting speed we became a blur and within moments we were standing in a dark ally next to a busy street. I got off of Mr Crepsley's back and brushed the dirt from my clothes although it didn't make much difference.

"Come on, I do not wish to stay here any longer than we have to." Larten began to walk briskly into the crowed streets, cloak billowing behind him.

"It was your idea; I could have come here by myself tomorrow." I trailed behind him trying to keep up, but he kept a quick pace and I sometimes had to jog.

We visited several stores, but I found nothing that interested me; eventually Mr Crepsley became annoyed and said that I'd better pick some clothes soon or I wouldn't get any. That was all the convincing I needed, I quickly raced ahead of him and picked out several outfits, by the time Crepsley caught up I was standing patiently by the counter. He rifled through the clothes and grunted.

"What? What's wrong with these?" I asked, I didn't think what I had picked out was horrible; in fact I quite liked them.

"Will you not need undergarments and… lady products?" I could see Mr Crepsley was uncomfortable, hell, so was I.

"I thought maybe I could get them myself, when you're not here." I hung my head a little, trying not to make eye contact.

"We do not have the time, please go and fetch the necessary items and be quick." Mr Crepsley held a tone in his voice that made me jump and move a bit faster.

The lady behind the counter looked as uneasy as I felt, but within a few minutes I was back with another armful of stuff including pyjamas and more clothes. I dumped everything onto the counter and I had to suppress a giggle as Mr Crepsley tried to avert his eyes from the newly accumulated items. Once everything was paid for we collected the bags and made our way to a deserted alleyway, but there was a question that was itching in the back of my throat since we left the store.

"Mr Crepsley?"

He turned and looked at me once we were out of sight, "What is it Darrien?"

"Since we outside and everything, is it possible for me to have a shower and get changed?" I really didn't think he'd go for it, Mr Crepsley already seemed pressed for time, but when he sighed and told me to wait here, I knew I had won.

A few minutes passed and I stood shivering in the night air; he returned and picked up his share of the bags.

"We must hurry, the man that owns the house will only be knocked out for another twenty minutes." Mr Crepsley started to walk at his usual fast pace.

The house we arrived at was quite close to the alleyway and I noticed that the second story window was open; that must have been the way Mr Crepsley got inside. We climbed through the window and I took a bag and hurried to the bathroom. On my way I came across an unconscious body on the floor; vampires could emit a gas that can knock humans out for a short amount of time.

I showered quickly, savouring the hot water, the Cirque had showers, but they only had cold water. After fifteen minutes I stepped out on the bathroom in a pair of black leather pants, a black corset and a pair of black boots. Not all my clothes were like this, but I thought I go for the Hollywood modern vampire look, just as a joke. Mr Crepsley didn't laugh; instead his eyes seemed to be glued to me.

"Do you get it? I'm a vampire, you know like the one from the movie we watched last week?" I smiled, but he still didn't move.

It was only when the man on the floor started to stir did Larten even realise he was staring; he quickly picked up the bags and motioned for me to follow him. We climbed down the building and Mr Crepsley started to run and soon we were flitting towards the Cirque Du Freak. It was only when we stopped did I realise that Mr Crepsley hadn't flitted very close to the Cirque, which meant we had to walk a fair way and within ten minutes I was already complaining.

"Why didn't we flit all the way back to camp, my feet are killing me?" I didn't get a response, "Is this some kind of stupid training thing?"

Larten stopped and sighed heavily, I knew I was annoying him, but it was fun to see how much I could get away with. Suddenly, I thought I'd try and push further then I ever had, I was probably going to have to do twice as many chores to make up for it, but I didn't care.

"Oh no, you're not going to are you?" I asked.

Mr Crepsley turned around confused, "Not going to what? What am I not going to do?"

"In all the badly done horror movies, the guy who seems nice turns out to be the killer and he rapes and murders the young girl." I was putting all my drama classes to use. "You're going to rape and kill me, aren't you?"

I could see by Mr Crepsley's face he was completely dumbfounded and for once he didn't have a smartass remark to come back with. Over the past few years I had grown quite close to my mentor and even though as a half-vampire I only aged one year for every five that passed, I had filled out a lot. Even though in two months I would technically be eighteen I still looked fifteen and I had already decided that the older man would never like me, but it was still fun to mess with him.

"I bet you made me walk so that I was tired and defenceless." I stepped closer hoping to get a response soon because the silent staring was kinda weird.

I took one final step until our noses were almost touching; even in the boots I was shorter than him. Mr Crepsley's breathing was shallow, but he was able to keep a straight face and then I had a sudden thought; what if he did like me or at least needed a release? Had I just stumbled into something I might not be able to get out of? Not wanting to invoke unnecessary trouble I started to back away only to find Mr Crepsley's hand on my shoulder, preventing me from moving further back.

His eyes shone in the pale light of the moon, not being a full moon, the light was scarce and all the fine detail in his face was lost to darkness, but there was still something about those eyes. We stood like that for a long time, unmoving and completely consumed by each other gaze. There was a wetness in my pants and a tightening in my stomach that needed satisfaction; an itch that needed to be scratched. It didn't take a vampire's superhuman vision to see that Larten had similar feelings and it was taking all my willpower not to even glance down at him.

"We must get back to the Cirque," Crepsley suddenly turned and started walking again, "Hurry up."

I was in shock, for a moment, a split second, I thought we were sharing a moment, but apparently I was just distracting him for his tight schedule. My heart that was once beating in my throat now sunk down to the pit of my stomach; it was heavy and covered in guilt and regret. We travelled in silence until we got back to the camp grounds, where suddenly, as I trailed behind Me Crepsley in my new clothes, I felt like a cheap hooker or even some kind of lap dog waiting to be to be told what to do. It didn't help that people were staring.

From out of nowhere I was being pulled into Mr Crepsley's tent and pushed up against his coffin; I had dropped my bags as I was forced to bend back. The weight on top of me wasn't threatening, more intimidating and I could feel Larten's breath next to my ear as he spoke in a deep voice.

"The people in movies have nothing on me and it will not be rape because by the end of it you will be begging me for more." I had never heard Mr Crepsley speak in that voice and I had never imagined words like that coming from his lips.

I didn't know whether to be scared or horny, but I knew which one was the strongest feeling and I couldn't help but let a little moan escape. Crepsley ground his hips against mine and I could feel his erection pulsating through the material of his pants, begging to be freed. Suddenly the weight was gone and my body felt cold without his touch, I couldn't move and I wasn't sure if I wanted to.

"Take off your clothes," The instruction was clear, direct and didn't hold any cryptic messages, but I could help but hesitate to follow them.

"Excuse me?" I had heard him perfectly, but it still confused me.

"Tonight's lesson is respect and the ability to follow orders no matter what they may be," Mr Crepsley scratched his scar and continued; "And I do believe I have given you an order." He paced as he spoke but suddenly stopped in front of me when I hadn't moved.

"Is there a problem with the instruction I have given you?" He asked almost sincerely, but there was the hint of something else behind his words.

I shook my head, too afraid to speak; I had no idea what was going on or what was going to happen, but I knew there was only one way of finding out. Although my movements were shaky, I managed to rid myself of my clothes and stood in the middle of Mr Crepsley's tent very much naked. I tried to cover myself only to have my hands slapped away from my body.

"I did not tell you to cover up," Larten's voice was still deep and gravely with lust, "Now open my coffin."

I turned around, not hesitating this time and opened the lid to the coffin as I did I had a look inside; it was made of beautiful red silk and it looked incredibly comfortable. When I finally turned back around I found that my mentor had stripped himself of most of his clothes. My eyes bulged from their sockets, even when I felt Mr Crepsley pushing into me I did not expect something of that size to be connected to him. I knew exactly what was going to happen now, but I only feared one thing; with me being a virgin, would he be gentle or would he let the vampire take control.

Mr Crepsley, sensing my discomfort, ran his hand along my jaw and gently cupped my face. His lips slowly pushed into mine and all my previous worries slipped away. I let him increase the passion between us as his hands ran over my breasts and backside, massaging the skin beneath his fingertips. The kisses moved down until he took my nipple into his mouth and gently sucked; rolling his tongue over the hardening flesh. Before my senses could tell me what was happening I was being placed into the coffin next to me, followed closely by Mr Crepsley.

I was placed on my back with the older vampire between my legs; I raised them instinctively to allow him better access and wrapped them around his waist. My breathing was getting heavier and I could feel my pulse all over my body. I watched as Mr Crepsley leaned forward and placed another kiss on my lips, with one quick thrust he was inside; my cries of pain muffled by the vampire's tongue.

We didn't move, Larten allowed me to become accustom to him and although I hadn't thought deeply about it given my current situation; Larten Crepsley was the man to take my virginity. I believe he some how knew this because he was being overly gentle; he was yet to move an inch. Taking matters into my own hands I bucked upwards a couple of times to get the message across and after a questioning look and a smile in return Mr Crepsley took over for the rest of the night.

He moved slowly, rolling his hips against mine and placing kisses along my collarbone. I felt him latch onto the junction between my neck and my shoulder, careful not to break the skin the vampire began to lightly suck on my skin. I draped my arms around Larten's neck and ran my fingers through his fiery red hair, but I still felt slightly useless. Without thinking of the consequences I slowly drug my nails up his back, the sharpness of them only drawing small droplets of blood; Crepsley moaned into my neck as I repeated the action a couple of times.

Mr Crepsley thrust particularly hard and caused me to loose my breath and whisper him name, he smiled and did it again only to receive the same reaction and suddenly he picked up the pace. His movements were strong with the sole purpose of hitting that spot that made my vision blur and his name escape my lips; I couldn't help but chant it because it seemed to bring him such joy to hear it spoken it that way. My stomach had slowly been tightening when suddenly Crepsley brought his hand down and started to massage my nub, sending all of the nerve endings into a frenzy. Suddenly the knot was released and I screamed my pleasure, but it didn't stop, I could still feel him thrusting above me.

This action was repeated to many times to count and only when Larten saw my eyes glaze over and my limbs fighting to keep up did he finally release his seed; moaning my name. The nights freak show had since started and finished a long time ago and I had a feeling it had been about six hour since we had started. Mr Crepsley was careful not to collapse on top of me, his coffin was larger than mine and after much rolling around we got comfortable and the lid was closed. Although my body ached from all the tensing my muscles had done, I didn't fall asleep straight away.

"Mr Crepsley?"

"After that I do believe you may call me Larten." The vampire spoke wearily.

"Is this a once off thing?" I asked, still fighting to keep my eyelids open.

"We will discuss it later, but for now you must rest." And with that we fell asleep in the silk lined coffin, warm in each others embrace.

It was midafternoon before I woke, careful not to let to much sun in, I opened the coffin and practically jumped out while still trying to avoid waking the sleeping vampire. I glanced around the room, still feeling the throbbing between my thighs, searching for anything to cover myself while I when to get something to eat. My eyes fell upon a neatly folded cloak, blood red in colour at the far end of the tent. Grabbing my carelessly discarded pants and the cloak, I quickly got dressed and made my way out into the camp grounds to get what I suspected was lunch. No matter where I went there were eyes that followed me and for a while I supposed it was because I was wearing Mr Crepsley's cloak, but it was when Evra walked up to me did I release why they were really staring.

"Hey Evra, how was the show?" I asked, but he just smiled and slowly shook his head.

"I noticed you didn't come back to the tent last night." He ignored my question.

"Yeah, I stayed in Mr Crepsley's tent last night, you know, chores." I tried to stay cool, but Evra's smirk wasn't helping.

"From what I heard last night, he must have worked you pretty hard to have you screaming like that." The snake-boy was trying his hardest not to laugh, but snickers were coming through.

"You heard us?" I was mortified and completely embarrassed; Evra's tent was right next to Larten's and we must have kept him awake the whole night.

"Not just me Darrien, I reckon the whole Cirque heard you." By now Evra was laughing hysterically.

I glanced around the camp and as my gaze fell upon people they turned away, my inside were tightening again, but for a different reason. When I looked up I saw Mr Tall –the owner of the Cirque Du Freak- walking closer to me; I feared the absolute worst. To my surprise he just smiled and continued walking, I let out the breath I was holding when suddenly a voice was speaking to me; it was Mr Tall and he was almost out of earshot so I had to strain to hear what he had to say.

"Oh and Darrien, I think it's best you ask Larten to move you're tent a bit further away next time."

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I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it and I really look forward to any comments you might have. Thank you!