Chapter 1

I sauntered across the isolated road, my torn jeans comfortably aiding my walk. I hid behind the dark night, my lean figure lost in the shadows of the world of eternal battle. I moaned for what I had lost, I lost it all just so that I could keep my best friend but didn't he turn out to be an utter back stabber! I could sense my temples pounding gently. I could not control my anger tonight and I had no intension of hiding it either. Harkat, Vancha and Mr Crepsley were something not to dwell on tonight.

I allowed my mind to create a fantasy of it own, a world where happiness was sold freely. I yearned to taste the sweet pleasure radiated by satisfaction and eternal contentment but instead I received nothing but bitterness and resentment.

Abruptly I heard a noise, someone who was clearly trying their best to keep quiet but the twigs revealed them. I was never one to seek out trouble; trouble had the tendency of finding me, consequently I continued to walk. Eventually no doubt this being which roamed the night so late would find me no doubt.

I hummed softly "you're mine o beautiful one," yet there was no one I was directly this to. No lover to hold me and tell me that life would be blissful for me, no one to comfort me, I had nothing. I grinned bitterly and kicked a coke can which lay on the curb.

"Come to me O Darren," came a voice which I didn't recognize. I swerved around quickly than a blink of an eye to hold a glimpse of the intruder. A girl who looked the same age as me stared at me. Her soft brown eyes studied me carefully, a smirk fixed on her caramel face. She lingered towards me, her curved body swaying from side to side. She wore a long skirt with a cream sleeveless top which empathized on her delicate breast. She reminded me of a black panther, so mysterious, dangerous yet so beautiful. I knew I should have been cautious about her but there was something about her that made me feel there was no point in fearing her.

"Where is Larten?" she whispered softly.

"Who is asking?" I questioned reluctantly.

"That is for me to know and you to find out. So will you tell me where Larten is or am I going to find another person?" She asked.

"I do not tell strangers of our business and our where about," I uttered, more sharply than I intended.

"O believe me, he knows me," she said in a low voice. I was about to open my mouth and make a comment but before I knew it she was beside me; she was like me, a vampire. I gazed at her, shock and confusion rushing through me veins. I had nothing to complain about, I lead her to where the cirque was located.

She walked beside me, her eyes seemed so distant and I wanted to ask her what she called herself but didn't dare. We continued our journey in silence, a painful silence which I couldn't bare but she seemed fine. She reminded me so much of my mentor, except younger and female. I couldn't help but glare at her body, almost mesmerized in her beauty. As the crescent moon reflected on her face it highlighted on her soft lips. I shuck my head and focused on our destination.

I sensed her watching me again…."Are you always this quiet?" she questioned curiously.

The sudden question left me puzzled and I had to think about the answer. "No," I replied eventually. Her lips curled into a smile and she continued to walk ahead.

I walked behind her thinking about her quest here. Who was she? How did she know Mr Crepsley and what was her business here? I feared these questions would take a long time before it was unraveled.