Title: My Immortal

By: FallenArchAngel47

Disclaimer: Mr. Crepsley's cape is red

The fourth book's cover is blue (ish)

I don't own Cirque Du Freak

So kindly don't sue.

Dear Readers,

Damn! I've updated like maybe… five chapters today… anyway… um… Let's see if we can make it six. lol.

Fallen

Chapter 10

Proxime's POV

It was late sunset when Aimee and Darren got back from gathering the herbs for me. The sun was setting behind the horizon, slowly dying only to be reborn again the next day. Shedding purples, oranges, reds and pinks out across the sky as its blood. Slowly bleeding to death. I remain seated in the pew ahead of the one I had…tried to sleep in last night. I did not sleep very well, as I never do usually. There's nothing but nightmares and more pain when I slip into that unconscious state. Sometimes even more pain than being conscious. So, needless to say I am restless either way. As I am enveloped in my thoughts (most likely creating Violet streaks in my hair with the already dark blue) I hear Young Darren, and my Aimee enter. The church is dark, and quiet, with the exception of a small fire and footsteps.

"You're up earlier than usual." Aimee speaks to me. I nod quietly. I am up for a reason. I need to finish this potion tonight or I fear… well… Mr. Crepsley will never come back to normal. I always end up reversing Bryanna's spells, and make it so the same person cannot be affected. She always finds out sooner or later, and I always get in trouble for it. Sometimes it isn't that bad, and sometimes it's absolutely horrible. This time I can foresee it being the worst it's ever been. I will leave tonight as soon as I finish the potion and deliver it to Mr. Crepsley. I will take Aimee, and I will leave. Where I am not completely sure. I have no been on my own for quite some time. Perhaps I will return to the Cirque Du Freak who welcomed me all those years ago. But… a thought comes to mind: Mikihisa. He will most likely follow me, and he, though in love with me, is most assuredly more faithful and loyal to Bryanna than he will ever be to me.

I walk swiftly past the pews, and make my way to the fire where I began the quick process of creating my potion. Aimee sits on a pew nearby, while Darren stands watching in curiosity. "What are you doing?" He asks. I shush him, and continue my process. Within 10 minutes, the potion is complete, and is ready to be served. "Aimee… is there left over stew for dinner?" I ask softly. She nods. "Hand me Mr. Crepsley's bowl." She does so, and I fill it with stew, which amazingly is still hot, and I add my tasteless potion to the mix. I hand it to Darren. "Darren… when Mr. Crepsley awakens make sure to give him this exact bowl…and… I will be going… and taking Aimee with me elsewhere… I do not know where… but should Bryanna ask… you know nothing… and you did not even see me leave this church. Understand?" I ask gently. He nods. "Good… perhaps I will see you again young Darren Shan…" I say softly. "…And tell Mr. Crepsley… that I send my regards… and deepest apologies for what has happened here… should he remember." I respond quietly. He nods.

"Aimee…" I turn to her. She nods, knowing already what to do. She quickly says goodbye to Darren and hops on my back. I will have to do a night worth of flitting to get as far as possible from Bryanna, and Mr. Crepsley both. But thankfully to my telepathic abilities… and Mr. Tall… I will be able to find a home to stay at… the Cirque Du Freak, my return, and Aimee's first encounter.