Title: My Immortal

By: FallenArchAngel47

Summary: Beginning from the second book in the series, Darren Shan meets a strange girl, and two women are in the motel room waiting for Mr. Crepsley? What's up with that? (It is NOT what you're thinking if that's what you're thinking…)

Authors Note: (already posted)

As I usually say… please no flames and only constructive criticism that is not too harsh. …Man I'm always scared when I enter a new section on Fanfiction because I never know how harsh the readers are… or even if anyone will read them. Okay, I know Darren Shan's Cirque Du Freak Series is supposed to be well… scary and everything… but I have to add some humor to it. I always have comic relief in all of my stories…so like yeah… please don't be mad at me… um… I'm going to try my best with writing…formatting… I always format but sometimes when I upload everything gets screwed up…anyway on with the story…

I'm also going to warn you… I am going to swap POVs every now and again…I don't think I could do a good POV for Larten Crepsley though…so I think I'll…avoid that…but most of the time it will be third person or a character in the story…I will try my best at Darren Shan…Also, I have not read all the books yet so there are some things I do not know of yet, and some things I do know of. I am only up to the beginning of book 4… and well… yeah… so if I do anything wrong…I apologize and after all…it IS a fanfic…anything can happen…

…In the beginning… there was god… and an ant… floating about in space… the ant held up a pack of cards and said "Wanna play poker?"-

Too far back… anyway if you had been fooled by this…then… I don't know. Now on with the DISCLAIMER. That way you all cannot sue me… for I admit I do not own this work of genius.

Disclaimer: Things NOT to do while in court, for they may get you locked away in the funny farm, or on death row.

Cut the judge's wrist and suck the blood, claiming you are a child of the night.

Ignite the judge and jury aflame.

Run around the courtroom screaming "THE VOICES!"

Quickly assume the role of Batman and "fly" out of the courtroom…only to be pushed back in by the Bailiff.

Uhh…I don't own it?

Eat a human liver with some fava beans… and a nice kiante

Dance… break dance to Polka.
Utter crazy things under your breath like "I'm a little teapot."

Free style in an inflatable mini pool with your lawyer posing as the shark because Spielberg had the budget cut.

Reek of onions and dead people. Why onions? How should I know? The court just doesn't like onions…

Elope with a Sasquatch during your testimony.

Ask if your imaginary friend may cut the nearest person's head off.

Kill everyone in the courthouse that day.

NOW ON WITH THE STORY.

Chapter 1

The day was bright, and sunny. No clouds dared to show their faces in the blue abyss that was the sky this afternoon. Darren Shan was running down the road, tears stinging his already pale face. "I am a monster…" he told himself quietly. It had been like any other day when he woke up that morning. He would wander the streets watching everyone, never interacting for fear what he could do. He was walking by a group of boys when they asked him to play street hockey with them. He agreed happily, seeing as he had not interacted with anyone his age in months. He had felt so alone until he saw them and had played with them. Well, after a few rounds of playing, his team, that had been once losing, was now winning. Due to his new Half Vampire abilities he could do a lot more than the average human, and thus why he was scoring a lot of goals. He was faster, he was stronger, no wonder why. Well, after a while Danny had gotten tired of it and decided to start something, he first hit him, which he ducked quickly, but when he kicked him between the legs, Darren became enraged and swung out at his legs with the hockey stick. In the process he in short shattered Danny's leg bones, so bad that the bone itself could be seen within the bloody mess. He felt guilty and like an outcast, especially now that he learned that he really couldn't play with other kids his own age.. He wiped a few tears off his face sadly staring at the ground. He started to walk slowly before he tired himself out. "It's not fair…" he said quietly and sighed shakily. "What's not fair?" A soft voice rang out. He looked up and saw a girl sitting on the wall in front of him. She had a bright friendly smile on her face, and looked about his age, about his height. Her fiery red hair glittered in the sun, making it look as if her own head was aflame itself. Her eyes were a soft violet color, which almost looked velvety.

"N-nothing." He said softly. She smiled softly. "You look very sad… may I ask what's wrong?" she asked softly. "…I…I just accidentally hurt someone is all…" he said, his eyes wandered down to the ground. "Oh, that's all? That happens to me all the time." She said, in a rather optimistic voice. He looked up. "What do you mean?" He asked softly. She shrugged and smiled. "I just always end up hurting people." She said. She jumped off the wall she had been sitting on before, and held out her hand. She was dressed in an old black skirt with an old long sleeved black shirt, both of which was worn and had holes in them, but Darren was no better in his old suit. "My name is Aimee Stan." She said holding out her hand. He took it gently and shook it.

"Darren Shan…" he said softly. She smiled. "Nice name Darren…" "If you don't mind me asking…why…are you talking to me?" He asked. "Oh! Well I've seen you around… and well… I myself get bored waiting for…my mom to come home… and… well… we're in the same motel that you're in… and…you were crying a few minutes ago so I felt sorry for you… that's all…" she said with a soft smile. "Oh…" he said. They were silent. "So…what's brings you to this town?" she asked. "Oh…dad's business is all…you?" he asked. "Same. Mom's business." She said with a small chuckle. She paused. "Or…well…I should actually say my Aunt's business… since she is the one who dragged us both here… quite literally actually. She's very lively and funny… maybe… maybe you could meet her one night?" she asked. She looked hopeful, as if she really needed this company. "Maybe…" he said. "And maybe I could meet your father?" she asked. "…Uh…my dad…really doesn't like company…" he explained. By father he meant Mr. Crepsley of course, and thus why he hated saying "Father". They walked along the street. "...I should get going… my dad ought to be home any minute…" Darren said, hating the word dad in that sentence. "…Me too… my mom should be home soon." She said. She began to walk away, as did he in the same direction. They walked in silence, and when the time came, went their separate ways.