Title: My Immortal

By: FallenArchAngel47

Dear Readers,

Okay last chapter was pathetic… I didn't realize it was that short because I had formatted it into two paragraphs… rawr. Anyway… I'm going to update yet again…. I hate leaving cliff hangers for some strange reason so I'm going to update again ASAP. Hopefully it won't be as short… I usually just go with the flow.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Nope. Nothing funny here except for CHEESE!

Chapter 3

Mr. Crepsley stopped in his tracks, and froze, as he was pinned to the wall. Yet, even looking death in the face, he groaned, and rolled his eyes. "It's you." He said bitterly, and he shoved Bryanna off of him. "Great… just… great." He sighed. He walked to the minni fridge and pulled out something to drink. "I still have a bone to pick with you." Bryanna hissed narrowing her eyes at him. "B-…Bryanna maybe we should just calm down?" Proxi asked softly. "No." Bryanna said growling. "I am not going to let this asshole go this time." She said. "Now…" she said, clearing her throat."You know why I am here, correct?" She asked, composing herself in a manner he would hold himself. He merely nodded. "To avenge the loss of your lover no doubt?" He asked. Proxime remained silent. Bryanna nodded furiously. Darren stood, dumbfounded as ever, by the door. Proxime stood up. "…Perhaps… I should take the young assistant outside?" she asked to no one in particular. Mr. Crepsley nodded. She nodded.

"Very well… come with me Young Darren Shan, I will walk you down to my motel room." She said. She opened the door, just as Bryanna and Mr. Crepsley got into a furious argument over what they had been talking about. The Blue streaks in her hair began to shimmer and they turned Silver before Darren's very eyes. He stopped walking. "What's with your hair?" He asked. She looked at him with Silver eyes. "It is not only my hair, young Darren Shan, but my eyes as well may change their color and sometimes even their design. If…I may ask, what is so interesting about that young one?" She asked. She talked in a very calm, quiet and reserved tone. Yet, there still was a ring of sadness to it. "I've never seen someone's hair change color for no reason in front of my own eyes…" he said. "With no reason young one? I doubt that, everything has a reason." She said. "For example, my hair and eyes change color with my coming and going emotions." She explained. "Oh?" He blinked. "What does Silver mean?" He asked.

"That is something you will have to learn of over time… should we stay together, that is, young Darren Shan." She continued. She produced a key in her hand from what seemed like no where and unlocked room 5. "You may feel free to make yourself at home." She said. She paused. "If I said that right…" The streaks in her hair turned violet, as did her eyes and she sat down at the table muttering the sentence over. She reworded it every now and again, as if trying to make sense of it. Darren took a seat on the edge of the bed and began to flip through the channels. "Mom is that you?" Came a small voice from the bathroom. The door opened and out walked Aimee Stan. Darren paused. "Aimee?" He asked. Aimee looked up. "Oh my…Hello again Darren Shan." She said, a small smile spread across her face. "You know Young Darren Shan?" Proxime asked looking up from the table.

"Yes, I met him on my way home today." Aimee responded. "Ah." Proxi said giving a small nod of recognition. "What does Bryanna want with Mr. Crepsley?" Darren asked, changing the topic. "Well… there are two things that she would like from him, one of which I cannot explain for if I did she would immediately come in and cut the very tongue from my very mouth." She said softly. "The other I see no reason why I cannot tell you… except for Mr. Crepsley…" She said. "I'll pretend you didn't tell me…" Darren said. She nodded. "Alright then, young Darren Shan. Take a seat in front of me, if you will." She said. He nodded and turned the TV off, and sat in front of her. "Aimee… dear I do suppose you deserve an explination as well as to why we're here… so take a seat next to me, will you kindly young dear?" she asked. Aimee nodded and pulled up a chair next to her. Proxime cleared her throat and began the story as to what Bryanna wanted with Mr. Crepsley.