Sorry for the wait. Had to get lots of revising and homework done, but now I'm caught up! YAY!

Thank you obviouslyincognito for replying to me, I really appreciate it.

Disclaimer: Darren Shan obviously owns the Cirque Du Freak series and I simply own this fan fiction.

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" It was so cool! especially Madam Octa! She was so big and ugly but could take down a whole goat!" Exasperated the ravenette.

His younger sibling excitedly jumped and laughed at his dramatic actions, " I wanna go! I wanna go too!" she shouted, " can I please come next time! can I! Please, please, please!"

" Sure, Annie, but remember to never tell mom or dad, ok?"

A voice called for them from down the stairs and both stood up and gigged at their own little secret. Throughout the night Darren felt guilty for avoiding Steve because of the little outburst. He had felt that Steve was mad at him for ditching him at the circus, and avoided him because he felt he should give his friend some time to himself.

After supper was family time, and then sleep. While preparing for bed he felt his stomach clench, his jaws tense, his heart race for some unknown reason. While standing in the dimmed lamped room, confused as he was, there was a slight urge that made him look out the window. By doing so he saw a figure at the corner of his street. Squinting his eyes, he stared at the figure and swears that it's looking up at him, but in the split second of blinking he disappeared. Brushing the trivial event, his mind wandered to a certain silver haired individual before pulling over the covers; and, falling into an ignorance blissful sleep as danger circles its prey…

Meanwhile across town, deep within the woods of the decimated church. Two individuals lay along the lush of the forest, in hiding. One of the two was bleeding profusely, which worried him because he should have healed by now. A trail of blood now followed them. The other simply tried helping him to move, and in turn was denied.

" Go! Before he comes!" Strained the elder of the two.

The child before him scoffed before saying, " If you think that I'm evil enough to leave a vampire bleeding on the ground waiting for his death, then consider me gone." he scowled, " But I'm not a person to reject a person in need before my eyes."

He bent down and pulled the man up struggling as he tried to hold the weight of the taller male. But eventually tripped over a root protruding from the ground. The bushes rustled behind them which alarmed the two, and the vampir even more so.

The attacker jumped from the shrubs and raised his weapon against the vampire, whom succeeded in blocking the possibly vital hit. The wound at his side was still bleeding out and he knew that he somehow isn't healing right. He tripped, the great Larten Crepsley tripped on a root. Defenseless he awaited his fate as his enemy swung down his weapon.

Steve watched them battle; and found himself watching the blood stream out from his "celebrity's" side with each swing of his arms. He knew he has to do something, and therefore he went to look for something he could use. He found a thick branch and took hold of it: his breath slowed as he creeped up behind the fighters. A voice at the back of his head spoke up, " Let the man finish him. He mocked you, and made you fight with Darren. He rejected you. Kill him!"

Steve pondered for minutes, debating, until he came to realize that the vampire was on the ground; moreover, the mysterious attacker was standing over him, and swung his weapon down. That was when Steve charged forward.

The branch broke within contact with the creature's head, yet the thing didn't flinch; however, it did head towards Steve: eyes shining red. Fear shot through Steve and he then bolted from his spot, but was knocked down with a bone crunching sound and sharp pain exploded on his shoulder as he hit a tree. Out of breath, he struggled to get up and saw a figure lean over him. The figure then fell on him which pushed on his chest and he groaned in pain. His eyes blurred, but then the weight was taken off.

He felt his vision dim, thinking, 'is this the end?'

Larten found Steve bleeding out from a large jagged broken branch imbedded into his shoulder. His blood was now watering the red grass beneath him. Larten was lost in the painful woes of his past before once again realizing, once again, that a child is now laying in his own pool of blood unless the vampire does something about it.

" My senses are not working well, and I feel like I'm not healing right." he turned towards Steve, " I'm sorry for not being able to do anything, for you, a child whose life is short lived." he panted, voice filled with remorse.

" So...you're not going to do a-anything?" wheezed the boy

The vampire was in deep thought until an idea came to mind, but decided to reject it. He shook his head, and scowled.

"W..what is it?" wheezed Steve.

"There is one way...But It's definitely out of the question."

" Th-then what are you doing just standing there?"

"No...I can't allow myself to do that to you, or the consequences will be dire." panted the Vampir.

"I-I'll die anyways…..c-can't hurt to t-try"

Vur Horton watched the little boy and his frustration. Guilt, that what he felt; moreover, he felt ashamed of what he was going to do, what he felt was needed to accomplish.

" Give me your hand." commanded Horton.

"Why?"

" I'm going to bleed you."

"I th-" panted Steve

" Well the situation's a little dire you think?" sarcastically stated the vampire, "I have no fear to die today but you, I'm giving you a second chance. Today you will become a vampire, a creature of the dark," announced Crepsley as he pricked his fingers with his sharp nails, "you will be my traveling companion, you will cook for me guard me in the daytime."

He held out his hands and waited for Steve to life his. He could see Steve struggle to raise his tired arms into his own.

When their fingers touched, Steve winced as Larten's nails pricked Steve's fingers and felt his own blood flow from his right to his fingertips. Raw energy flowing into him from his left. He groaned as pain climbed up his left arm and onto his chest. His vision was blurred because of pain, but he also saw across from him the vampire nonchalantly kneeling while he was in pain. Exerting himself he stood up on his feet and tumbled towards Mr. Crepsley.

His knees buckled and he landed on his butt with one hand on his knees sweating, and panting. The elder gazed down to meet Steve's eyes which now met his with determination to get away. Vur Horton chuckled, and one thought crossed his mind, ' I'm screwed.'

He immediately stood up and brushed off the dust that had accumulated on his black vest. Horton then grabbed Steve and flitted away.