Hello people, I know it has taken me a long time to write this, but hey, this is my third time. Nothing seemed to go right the way I wanted it to. So here is the new version. Oh, and I forgot to do this last time:
Disclaimer: I do not own Darren Shan or Cirque du Freak or anything else related to it except this story.
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Chapter 2 - A story
I wasn't happy to see him, but I wasn't about to kill him. Steve, even if he was a vampire hunter and he HAD killed Arra Sails, he still held a special place in my heart. For the moment. I almost relaxed as I saw him sit back in the chair as if preparing himself for a conversation. I almost smiled at the expression that he wore, so much like the one he had used to wear in similar situations when we were kids. But we weren't kids now. Everything was different now. I don't know how many times I had thought this situation over in my head. I knew that Steve had been saving me for last, but still. He was my friend. Or he had used to be. These thoughts stayed in my head for seconds only. That was when memories of Evra, Arra, Seba and assorted others came into my head. Then I was very angry.
I stared at Darren in wonder, then settled back in the chair. I knew I was in for a long conversation and almost certain death. Oh well, it's in my line of work. Plus, I'd gladly die after all the vampires were gone. This world is a little too much for me. And it'll be better when I'm gone and all my prey with me. I shoved these thoughts to the back of my head and tried to remember what was going on. Finally, placing my mind on the situation at hand, I gathered the courage to begin to talk. "Darren - " I stopped, seeing no change on his all too young yet all too old face. I tried again. "I didn't expect to see you here." I said finally. Darren still said nothing. "I'm sorry about your friend in that city, the last time we met." Darren still just stood there. "I checked him after you left, when Crepsley dragged you away. He wasn't a vampire. I made a mistake. And I'm sorry for it." Darren just stared at me. Finally, I lost my patience. "WOULD YOU PLEASE SAY SOMETHING?" I yelled, and was instantly sorry. Darrens hand wrapped itself around my throat. He put his face close to mine. "If I was you, I wouldn't draw undue attention to myself." He said. His voice was so cold that it gave me goosebumps. His eyes were hard. "We are in a heavily populated area. And Mr.Crepsley is a light sleeper. You must remember, you killed almost all of his friends, including Seba Nile, Arra Sails, Gavner Purl and Kurda Smahlt." I nodded and he let go of my neck and stepped back. As I gasped for breath, he asked me a question. The one I had been dreading. "Why?" His voice had gone soft. "Why, Steve? Why did you go through all of this trouble? Why did you have to stay after the show? Why did you have to be a vampire? What was wrong with us? Why couldn't you just stay with me and Alan and Tommy? WHY?" His voice, now as deep as it should be for a body at the age of 19, gave the words more force than just words. His voice gave me memories, memories of the days when all we had to worry about was school. Days when Darren didn't have to pretend he was dead. Days when he was still human. And days upon days of us all together at the movies or playing soccer. Me, Darren, Alan and Tommy. Our memories. That was when my shield broke and I did what I had wanted to since the day he had become a vampire. I cried.
I stared at Steve coldly as he cried. Vampires have no use for whiners. Or crybaby's or anything that will easily and readily shed tears. I had the feeling that Steve hadn't crid in a long time, but I didn't care. I just wanted to know why before the sun went down and Mr. Crepsley awoke and I had to let Steve go instead of watching him be ripped to pieces. And so I sat on the ground and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally I stood up and lifted Steves head and slapped him firmly across the face. "Stop blubbering and answer me!" I yelled. After waiting twenty years for my body to reach the age of nineteen, I was quite sick of waiting for things to happen and today, my patience was short anyway. Steve nodded and lifted his head and began to explain. Slowly, like every word was dragged out of him, he finally began.
