I sat on the soaked grass outside my school, watching the rain pour down from underneath my hoodie, which i held over my head to stop my hair going frizzy and tangled from the rain. I knew i was going to have a damp patch on my school kilt when i stood up, but pfft, who cared? It was only my uniform, anyway, and it was better than standing, which was what i had been doing for the past hour. Waiting for the bus with Fiona.

She didn't need to wait with me, in fact by waiting with me, she was completely going out of her way. I didn't force her to or anything, i just asked. It wasn't my fault that she normally just did what i asked her to. That was how i thought of it, anyway.

"Oh my god!" Fiona suddenly whispered.

"What?"

"Ssh, not so loud! Darren and Steve are here!" I rolled my eyes. Like i cared. Basically, there were these books that Fiona always went on about (yeah, i know. Books-how lame please?) which i could practically quote by now due to the amount she talked about them. They were about vampires (again, i say LAME.), and the main characters were called Darren and Steve.

That's why she was obsessed with these two guys that sometimes got the bus with me, she reckoned they were the actual characters from the book. They were proper ugly as well. (The bus stop guys, not the book characters. Although from the way she described them, the vampires didn't sound much better to be honest. All ginger and scarred and ugh.) I could see that she was staring at them, could she make it more obvious if she tried?

"Ohmygod Sinead. Did you just hear what they said?" Apparently, she listened to their conversations as well. I sometimes wondered why i was friends with this kid. Saying that, she was my best friend. We always had a right laugh, when she wasn't obsessing over fictional vampires. Like one time, there was this drunk old hobo that came up to us and offered us some crisps that we had just seen him pick up off the floor...

"Sinead!" She interrupted my train of thoughts.

"Nope, i didn't hear them. What did they say?"

"The one called Darren..." she whispered excitedly. "He said destiny."

Yeah, because the fact that he used a word that millions of people use every day made him a vampire, did it?

"Whoa." i pretended like i was scared? Shocked? Amazed? Anything but really, really bored of this Darren Shan stuff, which was how i really felt.

"I know. Creepy, huh?" Not really.

"Totally creepy." i echoed.

She continued to watch Darren and Steve, until they got on their bus, and were out of sight, idly picking up a bit of paper off the floor and unfolding it, then chucking it away.

"Ew, Fi. You don't know who's, like, dropped that."

"Exactly. That's why I'm picking it up. But it's only an advert for some takeaway place." I laughed.

"What did you expect it to be? A winning lottery ticket?"

"A flyer to the Cirque, more like." Oh. Now I wished i'd never asked. "What?" She gave me a look. "You never know, if Des Tiny chooses you, you might one day be lucky enough to spot a slip of paper with the words Cirque du Freak printed on the top in big letters. Only fifteen pounds, it would say, last show is on Tuesday. And then you'd rush, you'd find Mr Crepsley, get blooded, fake your death, and voila! Become a creature of the night, just like that."

"Hey, hold on a second." I held up my hand to stop her talking, before she could get too engrossed in telling me the story I had literally heard a million times before. "Lucky? It would be lucky to become a vampire?"

"Uh, of course it would be. You would finally know what the world really was like, behind all the humany stuff."

"Ri-ight. No but seriously Fi, if this actually happened, would you go? I mean, come on? You would have to leave your friends, you'd have to cook and clean and slave away for the vampire. You'd outlive everyone." I started counting out on my fingers the reasons why I would hate to be a vampire. "Everyone would be scared of you, you'd have to drink blood, you would probably have to kill at least one person in your life, ugh..."

The look on Fi's face told me that she was serious. I could tell that whilst I named this list "Reasons why I would hate to be a vampire", she would more likely call it "Reasons why I would like to be a vampire", or even as far as "Reasons why I need to be a vampire." And again I wondered, why am I friends with this kid?

Hope you liked it! :D it was...very painful, to say the least, writing horrible things that Sinead thought about the Saga, but i survived!