Notes! : Longest fanfiction ever! I'm breaking a new record with this one! My longest before this one is like six chapters. Even though I'm currently working on chapter seven on that one. (Writers block, sucks right?)
Chapter Nine...True friends don't lie to each other, Darren!
My lovely new compainion, Mr. Creepsley, after breaking my neck, pushed me out my window, then left. I didn't feel fall on the ground, but I could easily tell when I heard my neighbors voice.
"Darren? What are you doing laying out in the grass? People might think you're..."
She normally walks her dog at night. Thats when she gets off work, and is a perfect time for silence. And time to think about stuff. She had ran to the door of my house, banging and screaming for my mom and dad. Who took no time to wait. They were at the door in seconds. I could hear their voices.
My mom and dad were at my side. I could hear my mom yelling and crying. Telling me it get up. I wanted not to be here. To be in a type of sleep that doesn't let me hear what was going on around me. My mom shook me, yelling at me to get up. I wish I could. I wanted to hug her and to cry with her.
My dad had told her to call 9-1-1 and let Annie sleep, thats if she still was. But if she was awake, to tell her what had happened. Alone with me, my father held me in his arms and started to cry. Something I never saw him do.
"Darren, you can't die now..."
He said softly.
"You were suppost to grow up like me, you were suppost to..."
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I heard everything, from my parents and sister crying. To other voices of which I didn't know. Then there was silence. It gave me time to think about things. Remember the fun times I've had. To the bad. The times I wanted to cry thinking about these memories. And how I wanted to laugh at some of the things I once did.
The next thing I remembered was being examined by someone. He had some type of music playing as he wrote up my death. "Broken neck" Is my cause of death. But really I had already died when I became a half vampire. He was thrilled to see my scars. He commented on how he never saw something like that on a fifteen year old boy.
Within the hours my mom and dad had came to "Claim" me. I could hear my mother cry while they talked about my funeral plans.
"No we can't cut his hair!" My mother yelled at my father and who ever else was in the room. "He'll feel uncomfortable! You know how he hates people seeing..." She started crying. I wanted to sit up and yell "boo!" But it wasn't going to happen. All I could do was sit and listen to my parents.
Things went silent after a few hours of listening to my parents cry and people talking. I doubt it was my funeral. Because I didn't hear Annie or any of my friends. So this was the prefuneral plans?
I was left alone. This was the most boringest thing I've ever done in my life. I wish I could open my eyes, or they could of opened my eyes, so I could stare at the ceiling. That would probably pass the time then with my eyes shut. I couldn't even fall asleep because I was uncomfortable.
The door had opened after a long silence. I wondered if it was Mr. Creepsely, come to collect the "dead". Or It could of been a janitor making sure the place was clean. But there was no sound. Just foot steps, coming closer to me. If it was Mr. Creepsley he better say something. This was getting scary.
Instead It as someone else. I'm guessing a piece of paper was put in my mouth. What ever it was the taste was bitter. My sunglasses were taken off and my good eye was opened. I saw a faint shadow of someone before a bright light hit me.
My sunglasses were placed back on and them I was poked by this mysterious person. This person took the bitter tasting paper out my mouth. The person checked my neck then my hands. They moved them around, which helped the feeling come back to me faster.
I felt my hand being thrown down after a grunt of discuss. I thought he would just leave after that. But my sunglasses were once again removed. The person started mumbling as he left. The door was slammed shut. Leaving me to think what had just happened to me?
Even through my funeral I was thinking about it. Was it a vampire hunter? I remember Steve talking about them. Maybe he found out I was only half-vampire and saw no reason to kill me. Yet. He probably wanted to play with his prey, which was now me.
Everyone was at my funeral. Even people I didn't even know. I assumed they were people from school. Mr. Dalton and some of my teachers were there. Everyone was crying. It was hurtful. I didn't want people to cry. I felt even worse then I had felt when I made the deal with the vampire. Worse then when I drank from my friend, and almost from my sister.
I wanted to hide. I wanted to get away from this funeral. And In a few hours I would. Everything started to get muffled. I guess I was lowered into the ground. I guessed this because the sound of something light hit the top of my coffin. It sounded like rain, But It was really dirt.
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Being underground was something I never wanted to do, again. Sure I had liked the silence, but this was different. I was burried under a lot of dirt with limited air. It was a lot more scary then most brave people would think.
I slowly started to get my body back bit by bit while I was underground. I could slowly start to move my fingers. One by one, And I had got the left hand. But I couldn't move it as much as I liked. And my neck was killing me. I felt like I had bad whiplash. Then I started to feeling the rest of my body. But I still couldn't move.
Thunk! Thunk!
The sound scared me at first. But I hoped it was Mr. Creepsley, and not that strange person from earlier. If It was the vampire hunter, I was defensless! I had been stuck down in this coffin for hours on end.
Thunk!
The shove hit my coffin. This was about the time that It was ripped open and I saw a man with a full set of orange hair. I sighed with relief. I was glad it was Mr. Creepsley then that vampire hunter. He extended his arm to help me up, and this time. I took it.
I felt completely stiff. I told Mr. Creepsley that I was going to walk around abit to get the feeling back into my body. That was true, I also didn't want to bury my coffin. He nodded and told me to stay close. That it wouldn't take that long.
My mind started to wonder about the paths I should of taken. Like not going to the freak show. Not taking the flier. Telling Steve I was a half vampire. Things would of been different. A lot different.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't see the shadowly figure that zoomed out from a tomb stone. I did notice him when He tackled me to the ground. I instantly knew who that was.
Steve!
I gasped a bit shocked that he was here. I also knew that he wasn't fooled about me faking the be the 'vampire prince'. "Its not fair!" He yelled before I could explain. I stopped strugging. "You knew I wanted to be a vampire!"
I let him yell at me. "True friends don't lie to each other, Darren! You should of told me!" My hands fell to my sides. Steve found this as a perfect time to grab my wrists and pinned them above my head. Probably because he knew how strong I was. "He smiled up at you when he left the stage that night! You talked to him! You told him I was evil!"
"No you idiot!" I yelled back, silencing the yelling fool. "I didn't talk to him telling him you were evil! I did this to save your life! When have I ever want to be a vampire!" Steve had let go of my wrists, he leaned back a bit, still using his weight to pin my stiff body down. I had thought I had got through to him. So I attempted to speak. "Steve," I said softly.
" - I wanted to save your life. Like you did mine. I know you pushed me down that hill, on to the glass and metal. But you were there for me. Even through those years. You could of tossed me aside. Not wanting to deal with my problem. But you didn't! You stayed at my side, you protected me!"
Steve looked even more pissed then he did in the beginning. This time he pulled out a wooden stake and place it over my heart were he slowly started to push it in.
"Steve..." I groaned at the pain. My hand, without me telling it to, went to the stake and crushed the tip that was being slowly thrusted into me. At this time I had thrown Steve off of me. I had gotten my full body back, and now I was stronger then Steve.
I wasn't going to attack Steve but said in a very hash way. "Now, if you would of killed me - " I stood up staring at Steve. " - You would have to deal with Vur Horston! And He is a real vampire, a lot powerful then me."
Steve looked scared now. I didn't know if it was because I mentioned Mr. Creepsley by his real name. Or if it was because I was pissed at Steve. But instead of running away, he scrapped a cross in his hand and vowed to hunt me down and kill me and my new mentor. Then he was gone. My only best friend had ran.
Mr. Creepsley found me sitting on a grave staring at the city I was going to leave behind. "I told you not to wonder to far." I didn't answer to his question in apology like I normally would with my parents or my teachers. Instead I asked "All alone in the world of darkness, Does it get lonely?"
Mr, Creepsley nodded and handed me my bag. "Terribly so..." I took one last look of the city, I'd never see again. I got off the tombstone and we started walking with the vampire. I reached for his hand. I use to do something like this with my mother when I seeked comfort during my rehab those many years ago.
The vampire didn't reject my holding his hand. Instead he held my hand. This started my new life. The life I would never forget.
-== End of book one! ==-
