Title: My Immortal
By: Schiz
ATTENTION READ MY NOTE TO THE READERS DAMMIT…OR BE SHANKED
Dear Readers,
I'd like to apologize that I have not updated in forever. I lost interest after a while so forgive me, I've also been very busy with school work and I should be able to update more over the summer. I am writing tonight because I would usually be talking on the phone with NewPort, but NewPort decided to go to sleep on me! (NewPort is a friend of mine who reads my other fanfics, she hasn't been on in forever so she hasn't been able to read these and review these, but that's going off topic) Okay, yeah. You should also thank Darren Shan for creating the series "The Demonata" because I'm reading Lord Loss, which made me think of Cirque Du Freak and re-pick up my interest in this fanfic. ….wait what the hell am I watching? Oh Martin Mystery-----anyway, off topic again… um… I'm not sure if many people know this but I'm going out on a limb here when I write. I've only read up to book 8, some of it actually, because of the fact (spoiler!!!) Larten Crepsley dies in the ninth book. Stricken by grief, I have no longer been able to read the series because I love Larten!!! …Just as I love Dervish in The Demonata. So if I'm missing facts from books 9, 10, 11, and 12… don't yell at me or flame me. I love Cirque Du Freak just as much as the next person I just need to get over the fact that my baby died. Anyway, I am also kinda going out on a whim because I have thousands of floppy discs and I rarely save things on my laptop (I'm starting to) so I lost most of the planning for this fanfic. I don't feel like sticking floppy after floppy into my laptop to try and find which one has it on….well at the moment. Maybe when I have more time but at the moment no… anyway I would also like to change the title of this fanfic so if anyone has any ideas I'll consider them. I mean I don't write this just for me, I write it for the readers, who have been reviewing and making me happy which is another reason I decided to pick back up on the fanfic.
ALSO OKAY I HOPE THIS PART IS BOLDENED. PEOPLE READ I WRITE SINS NOT TRAGEDIES IT'S THE SAME STORY ONLY IT'S BEFORE ALL OF THIS. IT'S LIKE A PRE-QUIL COME ON PEOPLE I'S JUST SITTING THERE WITH NO REVIEWS LONELY AND DEPRESSED. IT'S BEING EMO BECAUSE IT HAS NO REVIEWS, SHOW IT SOME LOVE.
-Schiz.
Chapter 21
First Person; Proxime.
I awoke a bit earlier than Larten and turned over to look at him sleeping. It seemed like just yesterday that I had seen him like this, so close and asleep; so peaceful. It made me smile and think about what if we could be together. But the fleeting moment of hope left just as soon as I remembered the reason why I couldn't be with him. There were a multitude of reasons why I could not be with him. I reached out sadly and tenderly stroked his head. He stirred a bit and I pulled my hand away, he snatched it, his eyes open now. He smirked and kissed the back of my hand gently. "Morning." I laughed softly. He sat up and scratched his head, stretching. Feeling a bit playful I tackled him lightly wrapping my arms around his midsection, I laid across the bed. He looked down at me and smiled; he shook his head at my playful antics and chuckled.
I sat up and began to look through my closet for a set of clothes for the day-er night. He walked up behind me wrapping his arms around me. "I like that dress." He said pointing out the dress I had just pulled out to examine. "Wear it…it looks nice on you." He complimented. "Well what if I just wanted to wear the skirt and that top?" I asked. "But I don't want you to." He said pouting like a child. I rolled my eyes. "Fine." I said, a small smile forming on my lips. He pecked me and walked out of the room. I walked out of the room after changing and fixing my hair (fixing my hair to me was just running my fingers through it, patting it down and calling it a day) to find Larten sitting on the couch. "Mr. Tiny… wants to see us." He said softly. A chill ran down my spine. Desmond Tiny…. Just his name gave me the chills. He had forecasted so many horrible things and especially the two prophecies for the clan. He was the one who ruined my life. The one I was supposed to have with Larten, the one I wanted with Larten. He ruined it all for me.
I nodded quietly and walked out of the van with him. "He wishes to see Aimee and Darren afterward, and we are to stay…" he whispered quietly. I nodded again, at a loss for words as we neared Mr. Tall's Van. I knocked on the door and I heard Mr. Tall say come in quietly. I stepped inside, followed by Larten. Mr. Tall stood in the back against the wall, an uneasy expression on his face as Mr. Tiny sat, comfortable and relaxed in a chair. He was just as I remembered him; short, plump short white hair and thick glasses. He wore a sharp yellow suit with long green rubber boots today. He was rolling the same heart shaped watch between his hands as he had done so many years before. "Proxime… Larten…" he welcomed us. "Sit down, make yourselves at home." He said offering a seat. I shook my head politely. "No thank you, I'll stand if that's alright with you." I said politely, curtsying. Larten took the seat offered to him and I stood beside him.
The room was silent for a few moments as Mr. Tiny rolled the watch between his hands, the only sound in the room was the faint tick tock tick tock of the clock, counting down the seconds of our lives. "How have you been my dear Proxime?" He asked quietly, a grin on his face. "I still see you're fooling around with the prophecy. Who knows you could slip up at any moment." He laughed softly. "I'd be careful if I were you two…the fate of your clan lies in your hands." He continued. A shiver ran down my spine. I didn't want to remember the entire ordeal. "So, still innocent Proxime?" He chuckled. "Or rather you haven't done the dirty deed with Larten. It'd be lying to still call you innocent with your… other mate…" he spoke. My heart stopped, I didn't want Larten to know of my shame. My eyes flicked over to where he sat a disbelieving look on his face, followed by hurt. My eyes flicked away. "Just wanted to check up on you two…" he said with a grin. "Now sit, I've asked for young Darren, Evra and Aimee to join us shortly, I have a question for all of you." He continued. "And I need both of your permission." I sat wordlessly.
I couldn't look back at Larten; I dare not see the hurt look he had, because then I would remember what I did and I couldn't pretend that it was just a bad nightmare.