Author's Note: Here are my thanks to those reviewers. When you read the beginning of the chap who might think why does this have to do with anything but you will understand as you go further down.

Hexe605: i didn't think my grammar was that bad, nonetheless i will try and improve upon my mistakes.

S-A: It's good to see i have not disappointed you.

Jen: Yes, i do live in England. I know that my other story there was a default with the first chap but i have finally fixed it.

Mad: No i'm not secreatly Darren shan though thank you very much for the complement. If you decide to write a story tell me.

Disclaimer: It came to me as a total astonishment to find out that it was not I, who was be the creation of the fiction. Anyway, I don't own Darren Shan nor do I own the characters! No!!!!

Chapter 2

I walked gently up the deserted road. The existences of man kind have been abolished and all that was left of their subsistence was the weapons they had invented. I looked around as the street became familiar. It was my home land but it was barely unnoticeable from the layers of rubbish that had built over the years. All that roamed was those created to conquer the night, vampeneze.

My feet became hotter as I walked onto the pavement. The full moon rose high, though it hid it's presence behind a heavy grey cloud.

'Oh! Lord have misery upon me!' screeched a girl, looking directly at me. Her big green eyes filled with tears. She reminded me of Harkat. I wondered why she was looking at me. And why she was calling me lord?

'Please lord, I did not mean to hurt your feelings.' Continued the girl.

I opened my mouth to comfort her and tell her that no one was going to hurt her. To my surprise I found someone else talking in a hoarse voice. 'I don not pity no one. You shouldn't have made the mistake in the first place!'

The girl continued to look me in the eye and the reality hit me. The cold hoarse voice was coming from my lips. I was the lord of the shadow. It was I that bought destruction to the future...


I jolted up from the bed, cold sweat running down my spine. Before it was Harkat that had the bad dreams, now it was my turn to witness the nightmares. Harkat's green eyes stared at me sympathetically. My heart thumped against my ribcage, and I challenged myself on whether I should bother telling Harkat about my constant nightmare. But I thought against it.

'What is the matter Darren?' asked Harkat. I opened my mouth and then closed it quickly.

'Nothing,' I replied. Harkat was not stupid and he detected the lie.

'Darren, I know how it feels to have such horrifying...nightmare and it actually helps...if you talk about it,' said the little person.

I sighed and felt it was time, time for me to stop pretending, that everything was going to be alright when it was obvious that the world around me would crash into nothing.

'I keep having this dream about the lord of the shadow,' I explained.

'I understand, any person's sleep would be disturbed... if Steve's face was constantly in their dreams,' uttered Harkat. The slight humor in his voice made me smile, only for a little bit though.

'No, Harkat Steve was not lord of the shadow,' I continued. I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes and tell him that it would be me, Darren Shan who was going to bring destruction.

'It can't be you! That means we are going to lose the war of scars,' whispered Harkat. The little person looked more confused than I was.

'Yes Harkat, I'm lord of the shadow,' I murmured. 'And if I do become lord of the shadow we are going to lose the war.' The words stung, my hot saliva tried to keep my mouth cool and stop the painful burning caused by the words.

The stink in my eyes caused tears to form. It wasn't that I felt hurt; it was the whole maturing into a man phase that caused the sudden outburst of tears trickling down. I quickly rubbed it off using the back of my hand. Harkat had nothing more to say so he left to help round the cirques.

I watched as Debbie's figure lingered and sat beside me. The stern look fixed on her face told me that Harkat had discussed about my nightmare to her. She held a bowl of porridge in her hand, she passed it forwards. I couldn't even look at it yet alone eat it. 'No, thanks,' I said. She placed a gentle hand on my face and we stared at each other, connecting deeply. She moved forwards and placed her soft, warm lips upon mine...