This story is going to be a lot of little drabbles(mostly sad ones) that pop up in my head. Enjoy, and of course review. Spoiler warnings for books 1-9 You can always PM me and ask me to write about something or someone special. Like that XD
Only two reviewers on the first chapter, I hope there will be more... But I'll answer them anyway:):)
RoxyPony:Thanks very much :):) I'm really proud of that first chapter...x) Just tell me what you want me to write about I'm a little bit out of ideas... The boy Mika met was not Darren, Darren was at that time out for the hunt of the vampaneze lord. It was just some cute little halvvampire who was afraid...(cuddles him)
Only one more month? ) keep it up roxy! No, I do not have exams. The schools in Sweden are really soft about thatx) No real exams before the gymnasium, and thats about two years left:D But good luck with yours!! (lots of hugs)
PS: looking very forward to update of TVF, but also to CTB, maybe...?
LillyHellsing: I'm also very sad about that, Paris should live! Ò.Ó You think we can convince Darren Shan to change the story? Because I still don't own it? (TT)
Hope all goes well with ya, and with your other stories. I'll send an sample of 'Artistic touch' tomorrow! Already written a little... Hugs!
Alone. All alone. When I wake up from my darkest nightmares that is what I feel. Loneliness, colder than any ice, and longing, stronger than any ropes. Vancha is right, if we fail our chances to kill the lord of the Vampanze, the one of us that survives isn't the lucky one.
I look at my friends, how they dream around the ashes of our fire. Only protected by thin blankets, they sleep through the day. Sunlight doesn't reach down here. Mr. Crepsley had found the ideal hiding place, under the roots of a giant, half-standing tree.
Harkat sleeps ill, his nightmares are hunting him all the time. He keeps mumbling things in his sleep, rocking back and forth against the tree. I wish I could help him.
My mentor lies curled up on the ground, only his bright red hear sticks out from under his cloak. He sleeps silent, but I know he dreams too. Most time about Arra, sometimes about Gavner. I heard him talk to Seba about it. One time, after that he never mentioned it again.
I shudder when I think of Arra and Gavner. There are a black, cold holes in my chest since they died, holes that never will be filled with anything else than grief and pain . Those holes never disappear, though in times I feel really happy, I almost forget about them. But when I'm sleeping, or alone, they itch again, remind me of my ever broken soul.
Long time ago, when Steve was still my friend, when I had a family, and a home, I didn't have those holes. The first time I felt them was when Annies tears fell on me, the day of my funeral. Those tears left burning cold marks, marks that slowly started to heal after I came to Circe du Freak. But that night, the one night when I finally left human life and drank my friends blood, they were ripped open again. And never to be healed.
Gavner, Arra, even Kurda...they all left holes. Who is next? Vancha? Paris? Harkat? Perhaps Mr. Crepsley?
Slowly I reach out my hand to my mentor, who sleeps and dreams only some inches away. My arm is too short, I cannot reach him without getting on my feet. My arm drops down again. I want to hold them all, hold and never let go. Everyone that has become precious to me. Harkat, Larten, Seba, Vanez, Paris, Mika, Arrow, Vancha...Evra.
My dream comes into my thoughts again. It is horrifying clear in my mind, shows my worst fears again and again.
I dreamt that we failed, that the lord of Vampaneze did survive, and won the war of Scars. I saw my friends die, one by one. First mr. Crepsley, by the hand of that cursed Lord. After him Harkat who went mad by his nightmares and threw himself on his own sword.
Vancha was killed by one of the guns of the vampets.
Mika and Arrow got poisoned and died a painful death, and Seba and Vanez were slaughtered when the vampaneze took over the mountain. So was Paris. Evra never died, just disappeared together with the circe du Freak.
And I was left alone. That image is still the clearest to me; I stand before Vampire Mountain, the next moment I'm inside and walk in the deserted Halls. Everything is old, grey and forgotten, the once so proud Gates to the Hall of Princes are only dust.
I walk, and my footsteps echo while I do so. I'm alone, only the memory of the former glory of vampires is left.
On the ground lies a shard of a mirror. I take it, and stare into its reflecting surface. A broken face stares back, tired blue eyes and not the soft cheeks of a child anymore, but the worn skin of an old man. I scream and drop the shard.
My dream always ends there. Sometimes I can go back to sleep, other times not.
But today I feel different. When I look at my friends, I make a silent promise to myself; I will fight on, no matter what happens. For their sake, for all vampires sake. Because I was wrong. I have a family. I have a home.
Forever.
Little stupid chapter... Please tell me what you think, and give me ideas for the next chapter. And thats an ORDER (XD) My update for Christmas in Vampire mountain is not going to suffer from this, if you all be nice and review
