A/N: Hello, my squishies! I'm back again! I actually do have an excuse for not updating this time but I won't post it here. Thankyou for being patient with me and thankyou for sending me up-lifting messages and reviews as usual! Please don't stop because I'm a lonely human xD
Disclaimer: If I was Darren Shan, why would I be writing fanfiction about my own books?
Sam's Memories
I pick at my finger nails, kick my legs, re-adjust my school tie for the tenth time. My mom used to hit me over the head playfully and tell me to stop fidgeting. I've always fidgeted when I was nervous, just as I'm doing right now. If she was here right now (without him, of course) she would probably push me off this wall and call me a worry wart.
Before Rena had trotted off with that silly grin on her face yesterday, she had told me to meet her by the school's back gate before lessons started. Which is where I am now. Waiting. Fidgeting. Worrying. I know that there's probably nothing to worry about but I keep thinking that she won't turn up, that this was all some cruel joke just to make a fool out of me.
I look around me to pass the time. The school gate is old and rusted. Most of the green paint has been pealed off long ago so now it's just a dull grey. It's covered in bird poop and the lock is busted, most likely by some of the upper class man who sneak off campus to take drugs. Next to it is a brick wall which I'm sitting on. The wall isn't much cleaner than the gate but I don't care, my school uniform is never clean anyway.
I start to study my uniform seen as there's nothing left to look at around me. It's all a very boring, depressing black. Black blazer, black jumper, black trousers, a white shirt and a dark green tie as if to make it more exciting. Why is it that uniforms are supposed to make us all look the same and yet the other people in my class act like they're better? That sounds really weird, doesn't it? My mom always used to tell me that I think too deeply into things then come up with the strangest ideas.
That gets me thinking about her again. She always said I was the spitting image of Dad – I had his kind face, his blonde hair and green eyes. I looked nothing like Mom. Sometimes she would get sad when she looked at me because I reminded her of him so much. I wonder what he was actually like-
Suddenly I'm face down in the grass.
I hear cocky laughter so I look up. It's Rena. She's grinning her big, dopey grin.
"Hello...?" I say calmly, raising an eyebrow at her.
Her cackling settles down as she helps me up. "Sorry! Couldn't resist! You looked like you were sleeping with your eyes open."
"I was thinking," I half-smile at her silliness.
"About what?" She questions.
"Just random stuff," I shrug.
"Okay. Anyway, I asked you to meet me here for a very important reason." She booms, getting right to the point.
"Which is...?"
"I want to show you something top secret. You must swear never to reveal it to anyone else or I'll feed you to my Rottweiler."
"You have a Rottweiler?" I frown, more than slightly afraid of the thought of this crazy girl with a large dog.
"No," She smirks. "But promise anyway."
I roll my eyes but I snigger at the same time. It's only then I realize how much Rena makes me smile. I can't remember the last time I've smiled so much. She looks at me, waiting for my answer. She sees that I'm smiling so she can't help smiling herself. Then we both start laughing. Neither of us knows what's funny, we're just laughing for the sake of it, I guess. The laughter goes on for a while until I nod my head and say,
"Alright, I promise."
She looks overjoyed.
Steve's POV
I sigh. It's a mix between a sad sigh and an annoyed sigh. I have my hands in the pockets of my baggy, dark green trousers as I kick a can out of frustration. I vent my anger for a little while longer until I'm finally calm enough – or able to pretend I am – to enter Darren's tent. Darren and Sam are sat in the centre of the tent, chatting away so I decide not to disturb the happy couple and go over to join Evra who's doing some shit with his snake.
"Yo," I mutter, looking in the opposite direction and trying to sound nonchalant.
Evra turned away from his snake, looking extremely amused. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Cool Guy! How ya doin', Steve? I haven't seen you around here in a while."
I shrug my shoulders, not even bothering to come up with a witty response. He continues tending to his snake but doesn't stop trying to irritate me.
"So, why aren't you sitting over there with your best friend, Darren?"
I mumble something crude in response.
Evra chuckles. He opens his mouth to tease me more but then, Mr. Crepsley – Darren's mentor – enters the room and I can tell by the look on his face that he doesn't bring good news. Or, I think I can. I swear that guy always looks like someone killed his only love. All eyes in the tent are on him.
"Well, I paid a visit to Desmond Tiny today," He begins.
Darren and Evra look terrified so I ask, "Who's Desmond Tiny?"
"He's a monster!" Evra exclaims.
"He's a guy who has some sort of connection to the Cirque," Darren elaborates. "But he's kind of scary. No-one really knows anything about him – we think that he can control time and creates destiny."
I nod even though I don't really understand.
"As I was saying," Crepsley continues. "I paid a visit to Desmond Tiny today and believe me, that was not very pleasant."
Darren and Evra laugh but I can tell they're afraid.
"He said that, well...Sam is in danger."
"What kind of danger? He's not going to die, is he?" I could hear how agitated Darren was in his voice. He put an arm around Sam who just sat there with wide eyes.
"I will be truthful, it is most likely he will succumb to such a fate. But there is something you boys can do, but unfortunately I may not assist you."
"What do we have to do? I'd do anything for Sam!" Darren barks.
"Me too! Just as long as I don't have to confront Mr. Tiny." Evra shivers.
"You must execute someone." Crepsley tries to say it as if it's no big deal but he doesn't look any of us in the eye.
"Execute? As in kill?" Darren gasps.
"Duh," I say.
"Who?" He inquires.
"As of now, I do not know. Desmond just said that he was an old apprentice of his – neither human, vampire or vampaneze. He said he shall send someone in the near future to inform us of the details."
Darren just nods sadly. Sam's eyes are still wide open and Evra looks kind of pale, which is pretty weird considering he has green skin. I just try to keep my usual cool expression – I don't know really know how to react.
"It is your decision whether you want to aid Sam in his task or not – Desmond claims that none of you are obliged to take part. I will leave you now, I will be in my coffin if you need me."
And with that, the red-haired vampire turned on his heel and left, leaving complete silence in his wake.
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