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New ficcie, this time It's a Darren Shan one~
Urrm, the first chapter is short, but it's because.. well, it's the first chapter.
Usually, I keep my chapters at around 2000 words, and this is around 800, so yea.

Anyhow, here's a summary and a disclaimer for ya!
Summary:
Murlough went crazy in old town, someone, a girl, lost someone dear to her.
What if she joins Darren and Evra in theur hunt for Mr.C, set on revenge?
No pairings yet.]

Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the orignial characters, nor the world that this takes place in.
I do however own my own characters and at least parts of the plot.
Everything else belongs to Darren Shan.
But we all knew that, right?

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And so we stand here. Watching as they decide to kill him.
Save Harkat but kill Darren.
I won't stand for it, I won't!
And I know won't either..
But right now we have to keep calm and keep fighting for him, with words, not actions.
How did I end up here in the first place?
It's a long story, but what does a vampire have if not time?

Around seven years ago, I was living a normal life.. Or as normal as possible, but still, nothing out of the ordinary.
I was living in a town with my older brother Magnus, where I went to school.
My parents were quite old, and in the city I grew up in, there were no study opportunities, further than the local Junior High, so most everyone move away.
My brother was ten years older than me, and already lived in a city where he freelanced for the local newspaper and worked part time at the local kindergarten, while waiting for life to start.
So, in stead of staying put as a dust collecting decoration object, at my parents house, I moved to live with him until it was time for either University or a job.
I loved the city!
It had everything a teenage girl would want in her everyday life, plus a long history.
According to the legends, the city had once been terrorized by vampires over 150 years ago.
While this was exciting, and quite cool, I treated is as what it was - a legend, just like everyone else(save from a few nutters).
That was mistake number one.

When I was in my second year in high school, a presumed serial killer struck the city, and of course, the legend about the vampires remained insignificant in my mind.
Like everyone else, the shadows I saw in the dark took the form of a crazed human, not one of the children of the night.
.. Easily mistake number two.

Mistake number three, on the other hand, was far bigger, and more fatal than any of the others albeit far easier to avoid, if not for my persistent need to act before thinking.
It started when Monica, my brothers longtime girlfriend, went missing.
At this time, none of the bodies had been found, all we knew was that a few people here and there had went missing, and so my brother didn't bother with extra protection when he went out looking for her.
Of course, and so I committed mistake number two and a half, as I overlooked the three small scratch marks under his left eye as nothing of importance.

Then he went missing.
He hadn't been gone for too long, when they found him - dead.
My brother, Monica and four others.
Words fail me at this point, I mean, how can you describe how it is to find your brother stiff as a stick, drained of blood in a mortuary?

They had called me in two days after he was found, and asked me to identify him.
I was fighting my tears, as I walked towards the table, trying to act as mature as possible, refusing to give my tears free run.
I gave that up pretty fast, as I reached the table.
They fell down like small rivers from my eyes, not bothering to linger at the tip of my lip or right under my cheek, just heading for the floor right away.
People often say that dead people look peaceful, though as if they're merely enjoying an afternoon nap.
That's bullshit.
Complete and utter crap.
The person who said that must have been blind, really.
Magnus did most certainly not look like he was either peaceful or sleeping.
He simply looked.. dead
Cold, lifeless .. Soulless, too.
Dead.

I didn't linger at his side, not did I throw myself at his body while sobbing, or tell him to wake up.
I didn't even touch him, I couldn't.
I filled out the necessary papers, and gave the right people my parents contact info.
As I left the building, while trying to shut out the world and all its sounds, the scream from Monica's mother, as she saw the limp body other daughter, hit me.
Old, dried up tears, gave way for new ones, and soon I was running.
Not towards my brother but out, out towards the world, one thought eating everything else in my head.
One feeling, burning in my very soul, freely floating in my veins.
Only one set goal in the entire world, revenge.
Everything else could wait.

Review, if you please.
I have the next few chapters written on paper, and they'll be going in soon.