Bad Guys Always Give Me the Shivers
What Comes Next?
Disclaimer: I'm not Darren Shan.
Author's Note: Well… this is sort of another filler. But, I think it's rather suspenseful towards the end! Sorry for the late update… oh, I saw the movie about a month ago. It was alright, different in many ways, but I liked it. Please enjoy and review :)
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Life is difficult.
It's hard. It's horrible. It's everything that makes your worst fears haunt you in your sleep.
But, it can also make your dreams come true.
Alex wanted to taste life; she wanted to feel the vibrancy that shown off of normal people so badly that she would most likely kill for it. Instead she just got the taste of death, burning deeply on her tongue like she had just licked the flames of a fire.
Death… tragic, yet so exciting in its own little way. It was the ending of a happy, pleased life, or it could go in quite the opposite way.
The vampire didn't know which one it was, but she herself thought it was the former. After all, she thought that everyone in her odd, dream-like world had a happy life.
It was just her pure instinct to have the thought.
Instantly, the tolling of a clock could be heard. It was soft, but yet so defining. It was usual, but still so deviant from whom it came from. The sound that rolled off of it mimicked that of the beating of a human heart. How peculiar.
Alex could comprehend what the ringing of the clock meant.
Destiny was here.
And he was about to steal her away.
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It had only been about two hours since Darren, Vancha, Addison, and Alex had started towards their destination. They had gotten lost about two times, which, mixed in with the anxious curse words and the occasional person hyperventilating – Alex was usually the guilty party, although Vancha did start too- wasn't a very pleasant trip.
But, they were finally there.
The scene that had unfurled before them was amazing. It was raging with colors… mundane emotions. The sky had been lit on fire, burning quickly. It left the stars only to fall down from the Heavens and towards the ground in a hidden mission. That was excluding the bridge, though.
That was beautiful.
Exquisite in its own right, other-worldly in some ways, and to put it simply, it just sent chills down Alex's body. She stood before it, staring at the dark railing that curled around the wooden floors. She stared at the flecks of red that darted across the ground. She also stared at its size.
It had seemed to have gotten smaller.
But, that didn't matter. All that matter was that Alex was falling back in love with it.
A ghost of a smile picked at her lips, uncoiling them to reveal a set of sharp, never used teeth. They glistened in the moonlight, imperfect just like the invisible scars that ran across Alex's body. She took a step forward.
Her right foot was now touching one piece of wood and she had already started to bite her lip. What was she worried about? Was it the fact that time was flying by her; leaving her the victim of ending up with no one but herself?
She tried to shake that away as she glanced back at the Cirque members, her friends.
Darren was standing up straight like someone had just smacked him hard with a frying pan. His face was emotionless, but his eyes gave him away. They had a depth that she couldn't understand, nor did she actually want to. She only wanted to know what he was feeling.
That was expectancy. The frivolous feeling like he was about to sacrifice something he had when he was younger; a best friend.
Alex's face tightened as she looked past Vancha, who was wiping off one of the many throwing stars he had, and gazed at Addison.
He was, per usual, silent but intimidating. Scouring the area while holding a sharp, shining dagger. Alex took another step back, knowing what it was for.
It was for killing.
Dread flitted across her face as she continued to step back, not being able to look away from the fighting instrument. Her breath was coming out in fast, staccato notes, in tune with her feet. It had only been five seconds when a piece of wood gave through.
Alex didn't have any time to react when her whole body gave out. First her feet were plummeting towards a watery death, and then her shirt flew upwards to expose her abdomen. Curse words flew out of her mouth while her pale, boyish hand clamped onto the broken ground.
Splinters shot into her hand like bullets as she looked down towards the water. The wind was blowing violently, creating large currents. It made the river look like it had been engulfed by a tsunami.
Alex shivered.
But cringed when someone grabbed onto her hand and drug her back upwards.
Her eyes were glazed over as Vancha sat in front of her, Indian style. He was still wiping off his throwing stars, which sent glints of light in every direction. Alex blinked twice.
"I just saved you," he said, looking up with an ironic grin. "Aren't you going to thank me?"
"Thanks…"
Vancha scoffed as he set down his weapons. His eyes, green like the grass, quirked with unknown questions. Alex stared at him out of confusion.
"What?"
"It's just that if we don't make it out of this fight… well, I'll miss you. You and your funny, melodramatic ways." He chuckled, remembering one of the few memories he had with Alex.
"I'm not that melodramatic…" her lip struck out in a pout. "At least, I don't think I am."
"No," he agreed, "You're stubborn. You wanna know why?"
Alex nodded.
"Because you refused to go anywhere with me, and you still do!"
"That's not fair! I… resent that."
Alex was up on her feet now, pointing an accusatory finger at Vancha. He, on the other hand, was smirking.
Just when Alex was about to grab one of his throwing stars and send it towards a watery death, something rustled. Everything seemed to freeze at that moment.
Everything was silent.
Her eyes, grey like the storm clouds, were wide like a saucer. Her lips were puckered with chapped skin, but still a light pink. Her brunette hair, knotted and somewhat dirty, swayed in the wind.
Then something hit her.
She remembered Desmond Tiny.
She remembered what he had said to her. She remembered his exact words. She remembered that he spoke of only the truth. He was like an all-knowing being. It scared her… to know what would happen.
That was knocked out of her system when she saw what came next.
