I am so sorry this didn't come out sooner. I had to finish up exams :c
Disclaimer: I do not own the Darren Shan Sage/Cirque Du Freak, nor any of it's characters. It would have been three times as gore filled with more Steve/Darren if I did. :)
Darren's point of view.
What have I done? I looked down at my now scarred finger tips. The once smooth flesh had been tainted, but as tainted as they may be, they were still my own. The mark that I had become a monster. I had taken Steve's obsession and made it into a reality. I molded it into something that could only cause pain and regret. The night had just rolled into our small little town. There wouldn't have to be an explanation until the morning.
Even then, there might be a chance I could procrastinate. I just didn't know how to tell him. It would shatter him. What would he think? What would he say? What if he felt betrayed and wished me dead? Would I do it? Would I die just to make him happy again? Until then, I should probably get home. Mom and Dad would have a heart attack if they realized their son wasn't home in the middle of the night.
I took one last look at the building behind me. The building that had change my life loomed over me like a predator over its prey. A shiver rolled down my spine as I turned and grabbed my bike. I probably didn't need it, but I couldn't just leave it sitting out by the theatre. That would be suspicious. Putting one leg over, I started on my way home. Tomorrow could make or break anything and everything I've ever worked for in life.
Steve's point of view.
I had no idea if Darren had come home or not last night. I knew that Mr. Crepsley was a Vampire. That much was obvious. Why Darren had stayed was less obvious. What if that stupid vampire killed him? What if some thing happened to him? I had lost a good amount of sleep from worry. It was amazing how much power the kid had over me.
I groanded as I looked at the clock. Even if I went to sleep now I'd only get 2 hours. Even then, I doubt I'd be able to stay asleep. Shaking my head, I got up and decided to get a shower. I tended to shower when I needed to think or wake up. It was a habit I got as a little kid. I turned the knobs until a thick stream of warm water was flooding the bath. Pulling up the metal thing on the faucet, I watched as the water started to drift from the shower head.
Stripping down from my clothes that I'd been wearing since yesterday, I stepped into the shower. Where could he be? Maybe he was home and I was just over reacting. Either way, I leaned forward with my forehead pressed against the smooth tiles and let the warmth of the water caress me.
If that boy was not in school tomorrow, I'd go looking for him. Simple. As. That.
My alarm clock blared as it reached ten minutes before I usually left for school. I didn't need to do much in the morning, so on an average day, I didn't see what the point in waking up earlier was. I wound up staying awake the entire night and my eyes stared lazily at the ceiling. Maybe I shouldn't go to school and just stay home. It would get me the sleep I should have gotten last night.
No, that would mean being left in the dark longer than necessary. A soft sigh rolled from my lips as I pushed myself up and got dressed for school. It was already two minutes before I had to leave by the time I was done.
Getting outside and into the morning light was just the first step to what I had a feeling would be a long day. I hopped on my bike and started toward the school with a determination settling deep within my bones. It killed me to not know what was going on, but I was sure as hell going to find out.
I had waited on the front steps of the school for thirty minutes before going inside, scanning each and every face that passed by me. He simply wasn't here. I furrowed my brow as I turned to my locker and practically slammed my backpack into the metal prison. I was sulking and leaning my forehead against the chilled surface of my locker door when a familiar voice breathed into my ear.
"Hey there. Miss me?" His voice was playful.
I turned around and smacked him upside the head. "What. The. Hell? Do you realize how-" I cut myself off before simply shaking my head and laughing. "Yes, Darren. I missed you."
He was wide eyed for a brief moment after I had smacked him, but he soon fell into my laughter. It was natural. It was as easy as breathing. We calmed down and stilled had a few minutes before class.
I usually skipped, but Darren was too much of a goody-goody for that. He was rarely even late. Curiosity brought me back to stare into those gorgeous eyes of his. "So, what happened anyways after I left? You didn't call me or come over like you said you would." Shit. I was sounding like a girl now.
I noticed that guilt crossed his eyes, but it was matched with an equal amount of panic. What on earth could he feel panicked and guilty about? It didn't add up together what-so-ever in my mind.
"Oh, sorry. I was just beyond tired and decided to head home. It was closer." He wouldn't meet my eyes. Just then the bell rang. He shuffled backwards and moved toward First Period like it was what his life depended on.
I watched him go and suspicion flooded my veins. What was he hiding? He didn't have anything worth hiding. Did he? I moved toward my first class of the day which just so happened to be with Darren.
The rest of the day passed the same: Catch his eye, receive a guilt look, watch him look away, and then avoidance. There was something wrong and I was going to figure out what it was.
Darren's parents had let me inside the house the moment I came over that evening after school. Darren had locked himself in his room the second he came home. Darren's parents had the idea that Steve would be able to talk to him since he was rejecting their attempts.
"Darren, open up. It's Steve. I have a present for you." I didn't really have a present, but I figured Darren wouldn't open if I just said it was Steve.
A soft rustle echoed behind the door. That was a good sign at least. It meant that I had been acknowledged. I was leaning against the frame of the door when Darren peered through a thin crack in the door that he had opened.
"Hey Steve. Come on in." Without too much other speech, he widened the door and ushered me inside, instantly shutting the door behind me once I got inside. None of the lights were on inside his room which gave it an eerie touch as I went to sit on Darren's bed. He was standing off in a ridged stance off by the door.
"You don't have a present, do you?" He sounded like he had know all along, but why not humor the idea?
"No, but I do need to know what's going on." I sounded more firm than I had expected. I honestly was starting to sound like a chick. This was starting to concern me.
Darren sighed and hesitantly came to sit beside me on the bed. He looked worried and ashamed. Nothing made sense. He wouldn't look at me for the longest time. The silence was starting to kill me.
"Darren.." My voice trailed off as he turned to look at me.
"Steve, when you left the Cirque Du Freak, I stayed because I wanted to see madam Octa. Mr. Crepsly, the vampire, caught me in the act and gave me one of two options. I could either die, or become his assistant." He said all of this in one breath. I could barely understand what he was saying.
When I did finally understand, my jaw literally dropped. He was that vampire's assistant? Though I head read about it before, this didn't fully register the full meaning to me in my mind. What in the name of all good things? I shook my head slightly and brought my eyes back to his with a furrow in my brow.
"Don't shit me Darren. Tell me what happened." My tone was sharper than I had intended.
Darren shifted uncomfortably. He leaned forward and placed a desperate kiss on me as if it was the last time he would ever see me. This unsettled me more than his previous words. It wasn't like he was dying or anything.
He shifted and got off the bed, moving to lean against the frame of the window where he proceeded to stare at the moon. He looked dreadful. Shame was the only thing he could manage to produce on his face. I eventually broke and slunk up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Darren, baby, what's wrong?" My tone was soft as I practically cooed the words. Turning my face, I gently pressed my cheek in between his shoulder blades and waited for the answer.
"Steve." He started, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a vampire."
What. The. Hell.
I finally managed to get this out. :D That is all. 3
