Disclaimer: I don't own the Darren Shan saga.(only my OC Uisce )
The Cirque had to stay where they were before Darren and Chris fought because they didn't want to take any chances with Darren's leg bursting out bleeding or something when they were on the road.
Harkat was right. I needed fun, and I wanted to have some. I haven't had any fun since he left. I don't care that he's not coming back. Sure, it hurts, but that doesn't mean that I have to cry over spilled milk.
Evra has completely ignored me. When I could walk around instead of having to stay in bed, like I had to for about 5 days, and greeted him, he carried on as if I never said anything. When I tapped his shoulder, he just pretended that it never happened. Guess we aren't friends anymore. It's one of the worst feelings you can ever have. Losing a friend that stood by your side for so long.
But the good news is that I had Harkat, he would never betray me. I don't think he could even if he tried. He didn't even flinch when they changed my bandages today. It wasn't as bloody as most days, but it was still a deep gash. I can walk around, yes, but I limp very badly. The muscle is going to permanently damaged but Mr. Tall said that I will over come it and be able to walk around again after a few months.
I was told that I shouldn't walk around so much right now and I completely agree. It hurts so much whenever I put pressure on my leg, let alone walk on it. But in order to have my fun, I have to move around. So I need to be able to run, walk and jump. And I was on a time limit. I had 2 weeks to have my fun before the cirque packs up and heads for where ever we were going next.
Every night, when everybody's asleep, I sneaked out and jogged around the cirque. It hurt so much, but I had to exercise the muscles in my leg before I can go have my fun.
Tonight when I was exercising my leg, I was almost caught. I had to run farther into the forest than I was already in order to not be caught. I always returned really sweaty from my runs. It took a shower and some sleep, but it's all worth it. The plan I had for fun was going to be hard to pull off, but it was going to be spectacular.
I got out of my hammock and stretched. Everybody was asleep, so now was the moment to go and prepare for my fun. When I thought I was ready to go, I put on my shoes and started to jog. The pain already stabbed at my hip and I wanted to stop, but I kept going. Every day I went farther into the woods. So far I'm getting pretty good, but I still have a long way to go. It usually took around 5 minutes for me to run to where I go and 5 minutes to run back.
When I ran, I usually thought of stuff that was bugging me and was on my mind.
I wonder what Mr. Crepsley would do if he knew what I was up to...
Why am I even thinking about him? He's not coming back, nor will he ever. Just...forget about him...
The thought made me slow down to a stop. Forget...Mr. Crepsley? How could I do that? He's like a father to me...
I snapped my head up and look in the direction to my left. I swear that I heard scuffling... I studied it for a few more seconds then started to run again. In the end, I went back early because I wasn't in the mood to run after the thought of just...forgetting Mr. Crepsley.
I mean...could I do that...after all we've been through? The trails, Murlough, me falling into the stakes, me not drinking blood, him teaching me the ways of the vampires, he being there for everything like protecting me and most importantly, him destroying himself out of grief when I had died and spent some time with Sam. I still can't believe that he did that. He was so pale, even for a vampire.
I lied down in my hammock and closed my eyes. Little did I know that the next time I closed my eyes, I would be on the verge of death.
When I woke up the next morning, Harkat came up to me immediately when I woke up.
"Darren- you'll never believe...what had happened last night!" Harkat said while I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
"What?"
"The police had found where... we were camping! They are doing an investigation right now!"
Hearing this, I immediately jumped over to the tent door. I opened the flap to see a bunch of cop cars and police officers searching around.
"They said that they are going to search your tent as soon as you woke up, so I...came over here to wait until you woke up because they need you out ASAP."
"Um...yeah about that Harkat, I need to go out on a...walk" I lied.
"A walk, well... I'll come with you-"
"NO! I mean, no need Harkat. I'll be back before you know it."
"Darren, are you feeling...alright? You seem...off."
"No, I'm fine,Harkat. I'll be back in a while."
"WAIT- I almost forgot...Mr. Tall said that he spoke with Mr. Crepsley last night."
That stopped me dead in my tracks.
"W-what did they say Harkat?" I murmured, my voice shaking.
"Well, Mr. Crepsley said for you...to just forget about him. He's not going to come back after all...or to be more specific, at all."
My heart just cracked.
He's not...coming back. At all, ever. To think that last night, I thought that the thought of forgetting him was bad. Now he TOLD me to forget about him...
"Okay, Harkat. Thank you." I said, barely able to keep the pain out of my voice. But I didn't manage to keep the tears in. I bolted out of my tent, tears streaming down my face.
"Darren! You shouldn't do that- not with... how bad your leg is!"
I never stopped running when I shouted "To Hell with my leg, I don't care anymore!"
I ran up to where I planned to have my so called "fun." But now, it doesn't even feel like I need to have fun. I thought it was just until he came back, then everything would go back to normal. But apparently not.
He's gone forever.
He's not coming back.
He said to forget about him.
Well then, I will have one last moment of fun. Even if it's the last thing I'll do!
I slowed down once I got up to the cliffs. They were much larger than I had imagined. I looked over the edge, HOLY CRAP!, and pulled back. They were AT LEAST 100 feet. And it didn't help at all that it was starting to rain. The thunder boomed in the air. The waves were dark, and were crashing against the cliff walls, splashing up water as it did so.
Lightning was flashing across the sky and I was starting to have second thoughts when I heard a bush rustling behind me. I tuned and saw the one person that I always hate to see.
Chris was standing from the bushes, smirking his evil smirk.
"Hey halfie. How are you doing? I heard about Creepsley. Yeah, I stole that name from your friend Steve. Evra told me about what you told him about Steve. Poor guy, really. All he ever wanted was a friend and to be a vampire. And you took both of those things away from him. You really are a jerk."
"Oh, I'm the jerk! I'm not the one that took a bite out of my leg!"
"We were fighting. It was a accident. I can't control myself in my wolf form. But," Chris smiled, taking out a knife. "I can control myself in my human form."
I looked at the knife. If I were to get stabbed by that, it would hurt. A LOT.
"W-what are you doing, Chris?" I asked, taking a step back.
"Everybody is sick of you, Halfie. They don't wanna see you in this," he stopped and smirked. "pain. That the vampire put you in. After all, he isn't coming back. Actually, He didn't tell Harkat to tell you one thing. He skipped it, so that your 'feelings' wouldn't get hurt beyond fixing. You see, Larten said that he wasn't coming back. That part you know, right?"
I stood there, shaking with rage. What did he say you- I nodded a slight nod.
"Good. Well, he also said that the reason he wasn't coming back was because he didn't want to deal with you anymore."
I jumped back, then sprung forward. The only thought that I was thinking was: I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!
"BULL! HE CARED FOR ME!"
Chris dodged all of my attacks, and laughed after hearing what I had said.
"Keyword: Cared. He doesn't anymore."
Hatred, not wanting to believe it, rage, I don't know what made me do this next part. I flat out started to attack Chris like I would've vampaneze. I lashed out with my nails, jumped,bit, nothing seemed to faze him.
"I'M SO SICK OF YOU! I WANT YOU TO DIE!" I shouted at Chris.
Chris laughed and shrugged. "Hey, join the club. I want to kill you."
We stopped fighting for a while, standing and trying to catch our breath.
"I have a deal for you, Darren."
I looked into his evil eyes. His mouth twisted into a smile. Just like Steve's when he was about to kill.
He is truly evil. Why did you friend him Evra?
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, since we both want to kill each other so much, why don't we have a fight to the death? After all, we both want the other gone don't we? What do you say? Deal?"
I didn't even think about what I was doing next. I took out my switch blade knife.
Chris whistled as he saw the knife. "Where'd ya get a knife like that?"
I shrugged. "You always want to be prepared when you fight on a daily basis with vampaneze."
"I thought that you didn't fight them very much."
"I don't. I'm just always ready."
The rain was heavy now. Our bodies were soaked from the rain, and lightning was flashing everywhere. Thunder boomed in our ears as we prepared for the fight that would take one of our lives.
"Hey, Chris." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"Yes?"
"Deal."
He smiled and, surprising both of us, I smiled the same smile back.
He nodded, and the fight began.
Both of us were yelling when we ran towards each other. Our knifes hit each other and made a loud clang. I wasn't used to fighting with knifes; I preferred my sword, but if I had to fight with a knife, like now, I would do just as much damage.
We traded many scrapes, cuts, bruises, and broken bones. I cut his face, he cuts my arm. We were fast and damaging each other pretty badly. I'm pretty sure that if we had swords instead of knifes, we would have died a long time ago. Chris quickly went in for the killer blow to my head when I ducked a shot to the head, but he wasn't fast enough. I kicked his legs, forcing him to fall to the ground. I quickly stood up before he could and jumped back(about 5 feet) and landed in a crouched position. Chris stood up, took his knife and aimed it at my head. I had experience with people throwing knifes at me, so I knew when and where to dodge. But apparently, so did Chris.
He pretended to throw it, so that way, I would dodge it, as a reflex, and then throw it at me. He thought that it would work.
Well, it did.
I flinched when he threw nothing and jumped to the left. But as soon as I knew what he was doing, it was already too late. The knife had hit me. It hit me in my lower ribs. It didn't puncture anything as far as I could tell. But it did break a lot of the ribs.
I took the knife out and used it to my advantage.
I laughed an evil laugh. One that didn't belong to me. It sounded like the mad vampaneze, Murlough's laugh. It scared me. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. You don't have a weapon. But lemme tell you a secret: I DO!" I screamed as I threw it at him.
It landed in his shoulder when he let out an agonizing scream. He took it out and the blood from his wound spread everywhere on his shirt in no time. He stumbled towards me and put a hand on my shoulder. We were in such bad shape, that we could barely even stand. Not to mention that we were both shaking uncontrollably.
We were close to the end of our battle. We were both weak, tired, lost a lot of blood and were covered in scratches.
I took my knife and plunged it into his stomach. Repeatedly. His groans were bad. He leaned on me, fully for support. I stumbled backwards towards the edge of the cliff from all the weight. I knew that I had to get farther away from the edge, not closer and soon. But I couldn't, it was too much. I did manage to stop about 3 feet from the edge though.
Chris started to speak, but it came out more of a whisper than a voice though.
"Y-you fight good. Won-wonder iff you woould have wonnn iff I-I fo...fought fa-fair."
"Wh-what are yo-you taalk-" I started to ask before a knife went into my hip. The one that was damaged. My weakest point.
But Chris wasn't the one to just stab a spot. He would open up a wound and bring out all the things that you regret. He took the knife and twirled it around in my hip, opening the wound back up. He was still leaning on me, I couldn't take all this weight alone.
Blood spilled down my leg as I staggered back. On the last step I took before we went off the cliff's edge, I swear that I heard Mr. Crepsley's voice calling me. Just like he did when he was calling me to come to him to do some chores, go feed with him, or even just hang out and play cards.
But he was never there. It was just the lack of blood messing with my mind.
He's never coming back. He said so. He's never going to be able to save me now. He might come down if there's a funeral though. But I doubt it. After all, Chris said that he's not coming back because of me.
Chris and I fell down ,off the cliffs and into the sea. As soon as we hit the ice cold water, we knew we were in trouble. This was the place Mr. Tall had said so many people had died in bad storms like this. By just swimming a little off shore and being found in open water in the middle of the ocean. Well, now chris and I can tell you why that is. The current is too strong, and we can't even get up for air. So not only did the impact of the water feel like cement and weakened me even further, I can't get air or even pull against the currents. With what little I had, I though just a few thoughts before all Hell broke loose.
I am going to die down here. I hope that they can find my body and give me a nice funeral.
Harkat sat down on Darren's hammock and waited for Darren to get back from his walk. Or where ever he went. The storm was getting really fierce. I hope Darren's okay. He seemed really sad when I told him about Mr. Crepsley. Though I never told him why he isn't coming back. He feels really bad about Darren getting killed because he blames himself for everything. He wanted me to tell Darren that he cares for him and will hopefully stay in touch. He also wanted to say that he misses him a lot.
Harkat sighed and stood up, throwing the hammock off a little.
Suddenly, a book fell out from underneath Darren's pillow. Harkat recongized that book. It was his journal!
The journal flipped to the latest entry where a bookmark was kept so he could find the page he left off on easier.
Harkat read the last entry and gasped. He ran out of the tent yelling for Mr. Tall to contact Mr. Crepsley immediately.
It has been 5 months since Mr. Crepsley had sent any word . Today, he finally has, and it's not good. He said that he isn't coming back. My heart cracked and I cried as soon as I heard this. Lady Evanna had put a spell on my journals so that they could update even when I can't. We have a plan. But I can't tell you about it yet. (A/N: The plan is that Darren writes all the journals then gives it to Mr. Tall to give to him when he's grown up so he can publish them and warn people about everything.) But anyway, I am currently in the ocean. Chris and I had a huge fight and we fought to the death. I think that I had won, but I'm not sure. The reason we fought was because I didn't believe him when he said that Mr. Crepsley isn't coming back because he didn't want to deal with me anymore. But you know what? I do now. It makes sense now. But right now, I am out of air and have lost a lot of blood. So I think to myself:I am going to die down here. I hope that they can find my body and give me a nice funeral.
And then all Hell broke loose.
Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update for a while! Hopefully, this long chapter will make up for it! hope you guys liked it. It was kinda sad, I know. But it will get better! I promise.
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