Chapter 1

I froze...Darius' words echoed into my head and I felt the sudden thump in my temple. I had a nephew! One bred from the one person I loathed. Steve was evil but not dumb. He knew if he told me that his son Darius was Annie's son I would be unable to take him on in his dare. My grip loosened on Darius slightly but vaguely. Steve's lip curled into a sneer and his eyes sparkled with insanity.

'Like I said Darren not only would you be killing my son. You'll also be killing your own nephew.' All I could do was stare, my lips dry and the world around started to go into darkness. Debbie grabbed my shoulder; and I felt her hot breath against my skin.

I couldn't let Steve get away! Not this time! But I couldn't get myself to slit Darius's throat and take his life in the same way Steve took Shancus's life. Evra was still shaking from the loss of his son. His eyes were filled with tears and he stood frozen. I felt sympathy towards him.

Steve cackled. His shrilling voice reverberated and I watched as his figure lingered out, R.V and Gannen Harst followed in queue. 'Steve you didn't need to kill the boy,' uttered Gannen.

'I shall do what I please and don't you ever question my decision!' hissed Steve.

'Let me get him!' shouted Vancha. Harkat and Alice restrained him.

'It's not worth it,' whispered Alice.

'Dad! Where are you going?' came Darius's confused voice.

'You'll be staying with your uncle for sometime,' replied Steve sweetly.

'Don't bet on it,' I said, to my surprise my voice came out hoarse. I stood still and watched the chaotic scene as though it was something extracted from a horror movie.

'You don't have the guts,' sniggered Steve. I gripped on the knife tightly and held it to Darius's throat. The boy squalled but I hardly noticed. Something over came me. I wanted to stop and not do any damage. I didn't want to stoop to his level but my hand took control. As the sharp knife made a cut on the boy's throat, thick blood oozed out. Steve was as surprised as I was. Vancha grabbed my hand and took the knife.

'Let's go,' came Gannen voice. Steve listened for a change and left.

Coming back to my home land bought me nothing but grief and agony. Mr tall had warned me but I followed my heart and not listened to my brain. My mind now came to terms with Mr Tall's death. Morgan James had killed and in return we took his life but that was not enough for the vampeneze. Evanna who I had forgotten her presence spoke 'Time is ticking.'

'For what?' spat Vancha. The vampire was fuming but still found calmness within himself to sleek back his hair with handful of spit.

'We have no business waiting here. We must go to the cirques where you can be useful,' whispered Evanna, her words calm and gentle.

'My son is dead! And all you can say is let's go back to cirque de freak where we can be useful! What I'm I supposed to tell my wife?' yelled Evra. No one dared to reply not even me. I couldn't find any words that could some how soothe him or stop the pain in which he endured upon.

'Evra there is nothing we can do,' uttered Evanna. The calmness in her voice had a slight mock in which I picked on.

'Don't you think I know that!!' hissed Evra.

Evra crouched down sobbing. Shancus's limp body lay on the hard floor. Debbie walked towards him and sat beside him and started to stroke his shoulder. Eventually Evra stood up and picked his son's limp body. Hatred and rage glistening in his eyes. The same expression I had when I saw Steve now reflected Evra's face.

The dark night stood still. Soft blowing wind howled and the trees shock violently. Golden leaves scattered on the floor. We all lingered towards the cirque de freak, the shadows in our faces stretched beyond imaginable. Debbie walked beside me, her warm hand interlocked with my cold hand.

The morbid night reflected my thoughts. Evanna had previously told me that if we lost the war that I would take the form of the lord of the shadow and bring the world into destruction leaving nothing but dusty sand. Though this sounded daunting, I was more concerned about Vancha. According to Mr Tall, Vancha will die and this will be due to the lord of the shadow. I couldn't believe and won't believe that I would kill Vancha, after all the trouble we had been through. Once again Mr Crespley's voice resonances in my mind. "Don't let hatred poison you.'

Our arrival at the cirques put smile on our friend's faces but after the grim look on ours they knew something was wrong. Their eyes gazed at the limp body which Evra held in his arms. His wife came rushing out. 'NO!' she screamed...

Small chapter i know the next one will hopefully be longer