This is my fifth fanfic

Sorry another one. I haved stopped doing my Furture story because I lost interest but it is up for adoption please pm if you want it. I just love starting new stories! Especially ones about Kurda!

This is just a little twist thing about Kurda's life and that has no connection to my other stories what so ever!

I do not own any Darren Shan characters. They belong to him himself. This is made up!

Title: Hell Fire
Summery: A few vampires go to an old town and the villagers recognise Kurda. Now they want his head. Spoilers and a little twist thing where I change what happens at the lake of souls.
By: Demondanny123
To: Kurda fans!
Goal: To do this story!


:-:Chapter 1:-:

The woman gasped as she ran, her feet were hitting the wet and sloshing mud at a fast pace. She wore only soft slipper like shoes that where falling apart right off of her feet. She had only a thick black cloak covering her body, nothing underneath, all her clothes had been left behind when she ran. Her hood had fallen down and she didn't have time to replace it and put it up again. He long curly blonde hair flew behind her, it was tangled in many places and looked worse in the rain. Dark eyes almost like two pieces of coal, thick lips, dark red colour, dark skin and thick eyebrows. She carried nothing, except a single bundle in her arms.

The town was far from quiet, it had been a few seconds ago but that had all changed. Shortly after her break for freedome the town had become alive with screams, cries and fire. People where chasing her, following her, screaming the same word over and over. "Witch". Idiots, where she a full witch and her powers had completely come she could have wiped them all out with a twitch of her eye!

As she ran along she mumbled something under her breath. It sounded both like a prayer and a spell. The bundle in her arms suddenly began to sob and cry, it fidgeted and howled. The woman moaned, the poor thing was hungry. She couldn't feed him now, too dangerous of course, but soon when the made it to the woods she could climb a tree and feed him there.

"Hang on my darling" she whispered holding him tight, protecting him from the rain fall.

In response the baby cried harder, sobbing and shaking, the woman continued on despite this, she made it out of the town, only a little longer and then she would reach the woods. Feet thump on the ground, a bang on thunder and flash of lightening close set the child off even louder. She had to stop and quiet him or else they would surley find her.

Just reaching the forest she looked back and judged how long till they caught up. Satasfied she stopped and slid the baby inside her cloak, then began to feed him, as she feed she walked quickly, juding the trees for a safe place to climb and hide, trying not to jog her child too much. She thought she found the perfect place when suddenly she tripped and fell hard on her wrist.

Feeling it snap beneath her she screamed in pain, her baby tumbled out from under her and rolled away, begining to cry again. Moving quickly, she crawled forward and grabbed her child, pulling him to her chest once more. Now she heard him, she shouldn't have stopped, if she kept going she could have lost them but she let her love for her new born child cloud her judgment. Mentally cursing herself, she stood and began to run again.

Hating herself she ran, wrist throbbing, plan of climbing up a tree gone for her mind in a seconds. She couldn't climb with this broken wrist, carrying her sobbing baby she knew her only hope was to find some secret passage or passing carrage. She stumbled along, begging she made it, she didn't want to die, she didn't want her baby to die either.

Almost to the main road, almost somewhere she had a slim chance of escape. When suddenly someone leaped from the side and grabbed her, she screamed a wordless screamed. The woman was thrown down a hills onto the cold wet bush, when she looked beside her she saw a man. It was a man from the village, David Hentna. He was knocked unconsious as he rolled down the hill, this gave her a chance, though she could no longer reach the main road, no one saw he fall down here and so no one would follow her.

She went to crawl away. To escape. But couldn't, looking back she saw her legs where bleeding, caught in a thorn bush, the more she pulled the more it hurt. Suddenly she realized she no longer held her child. Where was he?

She looked around, becoming hysteric. When suddenly she saw him, lying just ahead of her, she saw him being picked up by a strange man. He was tall, bulk, strong, wearing only rags and animal clothes, green hair all over the place, hadn't shaved. He smelt even from far away, horrible but he was her only hope. He was obviously not from the village, maybe he didn't know who or what she was, maybe he could take her child.

"Please" she sobbed "Take my child! Take him away!"

The man stared at her, his face blank with confusion. He looked down at the child, howling on the floor. The man bent down and picked the child up from the cold ground. Bits of wet cut grass stuck to the blanket that covered him, it was filthy and soaked, the child was freezing. It would most likely freeze to death left out in the rain. The man looked up, lights where coming from the distance, screaming words.

"Witch!"

"Burn Her"

"Die Bitch"

"Get the child too!"

"Don't let them escape!"

The man looked down at the woman, she had lay down, panting, bleeding, she was a goner, he could not save the woman. She seemed to know this as well, she shook her head and moaned for him to leave him.

"Take my child! Save him please! Save my child!" she sobbed "Don't let them have him!"

The man went to her and gently kissed her cheek, his breath was almost as bad as anything else but she didn't complain then he whispered "I shaint let them have him"

With that he turned around and ran, feet moving fast, running at incredable speed, soon gone from sight. The woman smiled and lay down, resting her head on the cool ground, rain covering her body, it was freezing but soon she was too numb to feel it, too numb to feel the painful bleeding of her legs. And then, just as soon her peace was gone and she was surrounded but screaming people, raised there torches, grabbing her sholders, not caring for her legs they ripped her free. She felt something but her body was still to numb to feel it.

They dragged her off to a small part where most of the trees covered them from the rain, she was tossed back and forth as people screamed at her, calling her a dozen different names, yelling and abusing her. She refused to cry or react, it was only then did the villagers realize she had no child with her. This made them angry and they grew more violent, punching, kicking, pulling at her tattered hair. Ripping her only cloak off revealing her naked flesh.

Her body was covered in dark tatoos, they where not ordinary tatoos though. They where special inscriptions that allowed her to perform certain spells and enchantments. They roared at her and got even angrier if it was possible. They kept this up until the mayor of the town stood in front of everyone.

"Karea Vundz" he said "You have been proven guilty of being a witch. We hence for sentence you to death. But" he said "We may chose otherwise, and let you leave this town, if you turn over you demon child then we can let you run"

"Never!" she screamed

"Burn her!" someone screamed and soon everyone was screaming for her crispy body.

"Prepare the fire" The mayor snarled

The many people began to chope wood from the trees, piling up and setting it alight, the fire blazed above the trees and all Karea could do was watch as they prepared her death. She refused to cry, she refused to plead and beg, she refused to even speak. Soon the fire was high and hot enough, they pushed her forward, Karea caught a final glimpse of the man that had exploited her. The man that started this, the man that ruined her life.

He was tall, muscular and very good looking but had a horrible glint in his green eyes. He had a five o'clock shadow and thick black curly hair. He wore a pair of shorts and plain shirt, both died black, his name was Varcen Creed. How she loathed him.

The next thing she felt was the horrible burning of her own flesh. Even then Karea held in the scream, she didn't cry, she didn't sob, she bit her lips and then finally, just to let something out, howled a prayer for peace where ever she was destined to go. People around her coward away, thinking she was howling a spell, finally she sobbed a final cry of the prayer and closed her eyes, allowing death to consume her.

The man carried the child, he heard the howl of the woman, it sounded like a old prayer he had heard once, but only witches used that. So the people where not being silly, she really was a witch. That meant that this child... was a witches son.

The child was still crying, it was shivering and clinging to the soaked blanket. The man sighed and pulled the blanket off him, it had a name written in it... Kurda... Strange. He sighed, he couldn't look after a baby, he didn't look more than three months old. Taking off his top, he wrapped the baby in it and began to walk. Taking the baby along he looked around, he then began to flit, he had to find a family for the child.

Almost a whole day later, the sun had come out now, but he ignored the pain and head ach, he ran and ran until he came to a nice little town, he went to a home and looked inside. An old woman was making something for an old man, no one else there. They would have to do, he was suppose to be on his way to vampire mountain. He set him down on the pavement and dug his finger in earth, he then wrote out his name so they would know.

"Goodbye kid. Hope you make it... I know you'll make it... You have strong blood... I sense it" the man smiled and brushed a hand over his head, through the stub of blond hair growing.

With that he stood and left. Hopefully the kid would be OK. Just in case the man watched as soon the old man went to go shopping, he saw the baby, picked it up and went back inside. With a small smile the man set off to vampire mountain.

The young baby inside had no clue what happened, no clue what happened to his mother or who saved him... He had no clue what so ever.