A/N: … I had to update again. No dedications this time.

Disclaimer: This is FANfiction. It's pretty obvious that I don't own anything. I don't.

Returning to Steve Leonard

Chapter Twenty-five

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One Days Before The War

Belle had been wakened by the freaks who hated her. They had started screaming and shouting how everything was her fault and stuff. Belle wasn't too faced by it but Darren seemed terrified.

He had walked over to her tent at about ten, and thought he'd wake her. By then Belle had been awake to listen to the yelling for about an hour. Darren chased them away, and walked into Belle's tent (as she had gotten her own once the prophecy was revealed), hoping to catch her of guard.

Obviously, he didn't. But to Darren's wonder, she let him in anyway. "Hey." Now that he actually was inside he was at loss on what to say. He honestly hadn't expected her to let him in. She smiled at him, a tired, small smile, but it was more than he'd gotten out of her in days.

"Hey. How are you? You look a bit better today." Darren looked at her. Better? "Was I looking bad?" Belle nodded. "You were looking sick." Darren thought about it. She was probably right. "Well today I've eaten a lot, unlike you." Darren looked sternly at her.

"Darren I can't eat. I'll have to freaking kill one of you." She didn't have to say who 'you' were. Darren understood perfectly. Belle knew she was using it as an excuse, but she refused to eat. It wouldn't do her any good anyway.

Darren nodded sympathetically. Maybe it was an excuse, but it was a good excuse nonetheless. Darren believed it wholly and fully, and was way too polite to dig in it. Just like she wanted him to be.

"Do you think Mr. Tiny know who you'll chose?" That's when it hit her. The idea came so suddenly it was overwhelming. "Darren. We have to visit Mr. Tiny." With a glance on Darren's confused and puzzled expression, she added. "I have to ask him of something. About tomorrow." Darren merely nodded. "Get on my back." Belle wasn't certain if it was common among vampires, so she did as she was told without hesitation.

Once she was on his back, he ran off in vampire speed. In a second they were at the vampaneeze hunt grounds. Belle was a bit disoriented, but refused to show it.

Fortunately Belle didn't see Steve anywhere. Belle got off of Darren's back, then bent closer to him and whispered in his ear. "Play along." Darren gave her a slightly curious look, but nodded anyway.

As they reached Mr. Tiny's office Darren stopped right outside the door, while Belle walked right in. Darren shot her a bewildered look, but walked in like nothing had happened.

Mr. Tiny sat at his chair with his plans for the war in front of him like usual. "What can I help you with, Annabelle?" Belle clenched her fists. "Not the day to mess with me, Tiny." She spat his name, and was painfully aware of Steve, who had come straight after them, and stood at the doorstep.

This was the right decision. Belle knew it. Mr. Tiny looked at her, impatient. "This prophecy of yours says that I can kill someone greatly involved in the war, right?" Mr. Tiny nodded. "And you can guarantee me that this person will die by my attack?" Mr. Tiny nodded again. He then waived his hand at them, implying that he wanted them gone. "And that this person will stay dead, no matter what?" Mr. Tiny nodded once again, more annoyed than anything else.

"Why do you keep asking these questions? Don't you trust me?" Belle narrowed her eyes at him. "He's a vampaneeze, Tiny. And no, I don't trust you." Mr. Tiny smirked. He thought he had her where he wanted her. Belle then turned around, and looked at Steve. "What are you watching?" She snarled at him. Then she walked out, passing Steve in the process with Darren at her heals.

Steve merely looked at her. Once she was gone he walked out of Mr. Tiny's office. He couldn't even remember why he had walked in there in the first place. Steve realized that tomorrow, tomorrow he was going to die.

Belle was going to kill him tomorrow.

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Once they had returned to the Cirque Darren turned to her. "Are you planning to kill Steve?" He demanded. Belle shook her head. "No. I'm making him think I'm gonna kill him. But… I'm really going to kill you." Belle swallowed harshly.

Darren nodded, immediately calmer. "Thank you." Belle nodded at him. "So, you wanna eat dinner? With me and Debbie and Evra and Alice and everyone else who wants to come? It'll be the last chance you'll get." Belle nodded as she bit her lip.

It was the right decision. Belle knew that.

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After the big dinner Belle had walked over to Mr. Tall's tent. They had then spent about three or four hours more on how Belle was to stab the person of her choice in the neck, then one on how to hold the dagger, then three more on how to make her plan work.

Once she was done with the lessons she went straight to bed. She would have a difficult day tomorrow, and honestly, she was tired.

Darren came in and said goodnight, before he told the mob outside her tent to go elsewhere. They actually listened to him though, and didn't bother her for the rest of the night.

Debbie had walked by outside; Belle had heard her due to her loud sobbing. Alice had actually come inside, and told Belle that she was proud of her. Belle had smiled in thanks, and Alice had left as suddenly as she had come.

As Belle went to bed she had her dagger tucked safely under her pillow. Belle curled up in a ball, dreading tomorrow as much as she possibly could. She kept her eyes closed, scared to death that what she could see with closed eyes would still be there if she opened them.

She woke up several times that night, each time by a nightmare worse than by the one before. She still kept her eyes shut. Several times she could actually hear the voices after she awoke, and those few times she opened her eyes she could see ghosts from her past.

This happened from time to time when she couldn't deal properly with the things that happened in her life. Belle wasn't insane. She just had 'problems with sleeping under certain circumstances'.

Yeah, that was it. Nothing bad. She was fine. Everything was perfectly fine.

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A/N: Now I do have a dedication; my new reviewer: Onyxx-09. Thank you for reviewing. I know this chapter is short. BUT, I'll start writing the next one (that could be the last) either tonight or tomorrow. I don't know if I'll be able to post it before Monday, but I'll try my hardest to make it work. And someone seriously needs to tell me how to make a line-break. I've spent the last twenty-five chapters of my life trying to figure it out.