A/N Well, hi FF! I don't know what to say ;w; I saw something posted the other day which made me realize how much I missed the Darren Shan fandom and writing fanfiction, which caused me to creep back onto FF and read some of my old fics. Most made me cringe with embarrassment but this one, I want to continue. I was also flattered by the kind reviews I was receiving even when I was inactive and I realized how much I missed all the amazing friends I've made via fanfiction. I hope you guys are still around and will talk to me ;w; Anyway, that's my ranting over. Please enjoy this chapter! And I hope to update more often!
Sam's Memories
"Where are you taking me?" I ask, trying to keep up with Rena. I know it's no use though – she has so much energy. We're in a part of town I didn't even know existed; it's just grass as far as the eye can see. The grass is overgrown and I have to pay very close attention to where I'm stepping due to the amount of unintelligible items hiding within it but it's still kind of relaxing. Blue skies and no-one around but the two of us - I almost don't care that I should be in school right now.
She's several paces ahead of me, looking completely care-free. She turns around and winks at me. "Somewhere special."
"Where you hide the bodies?" I joke, the corners of my mouth jerking up.
"No, but it might be where your body ends up if you tell anybody about it." She counters.
She advances on. I no longer bother to try to keep up and just enjoy the atmosphere, keeping a steady pace after her. She pauses whenever I stray too far behind, laughing at me and calling me a slow-poke. Then she continues skipping. This goes on until we arrive at this "special place" of hers.
It's an abandoned railway station. The grass and weeds are even more overgrown here – you can barely see the damaged railway tracks beneath them. There are deserted train carriages and bits of broken class and other debris coated all over the ground. I turn to Rena.
"Where are we?" I ask sheepishly.
"Home sweet home!" She beams, hands on hips.
"You live here?" I choke.
"Nope!" She replies. "This is just where I hang out most of the time. I like it here because most people don't even know it exists so I can come here whenever I want."
"That sounds nice," I muse. "I wish I had somewhere I could run off to when it all gets too much."
She looks at me seriously for a moment and I think I see a hint of empathy in her gaze but her normal arrogant form is back in a matter of seconds.
"Well, that's why I brought you here, stupid."
I smile. "Thanks a lot, Rena."
She turns her back to me and looks up at the sky. "Well, it's not really that big a deal."
"Not just for bringing me here," I state. "I never did thank you for saving me yesterday. So thank you."
"Whatever," She grumbles before suddenly spinning around. She grabs both of my hands and looks me dead in the eyes. "Hey, wanna play a game?
Not even caring what it is, I just smile softly and nod my head.
Sam's POV
Another day, another strange place I find myself in. I'm walking home now. We've been in this particular town for almost a week now so I've pretty much found my way around with Steve's 'help'.
I think Steve is especially annoyed with me this time. Last night Mr. Tall told us that since Steve would be staying with us permanently the two of us would be sharing a tent from now on. At the time he just mumbled something under his breath and trudged off but this morning I found myself half-way across town.
I actually don't mind Steve much. Sure, he picks on me and ties me to trees but I think that's just his way of talking. I'm also pretty sure that he's a little bothered by how much time Darren and I spend together but I don't think he outright hates me. Even he seemed a little less...Steve-ish when Mr. Crepsley told us about what happened with Mr. Tiny.
Evra and Darren are worried out of their minds. I hate it. I'm the kind of person who can't stand to see other people suffering. I insisted that they don't have to help me but they were determined (even though Evra was shaking in his scales).
I don't know how this Mr. Tiny guy expects me to kill whoever that person is. His ex-apprentice or whatever. I've never so much as been in a fist fight with another boy at school – Rena always looked out for me. I almost wish that the others would forget about me and just let me die from this weird vampire disease. My only regret would be not being able to see Rena again before I die.
I reach into my jeans pocket and take out the battered piece of paper that I bring everywhere with me. It still has the blood and tears imprinted on it from the time I first read it. I smile at it sadly then fold it back up and return it gently to my pocket, my mind totally lost in Memory Lane.
I decide to stop off at a local supermarkets to buy myself a jar of pickled onions.
Evra's POV
"Yo,"
Steve walks into the tent uninvited then casually walks over to Darren's side and starts going through his things. Darren is out training with Mr. Crepsley at the moment. Sam showed up a while ago munching on pickled onions. He seemed upset but when I asked him about he just said he was fine then retired to his tent.
"Um, excuse me?" I say, raising an eyebrow at him.
He ignores me and carries on rummaging through Darren's stuff.
"What are you doing with Darren's stuff?" I ask.
"Lookin' through it." He answers simply.
"But why?" I press.
"Because I want to."
I sigh. "Steve, what is it with you and Darren?"
"I don't know what you mean." He hums, looking carefully at one of Darren's comic books.
"You're jealous of Sam, right?" I tease.
He can't think of a response so he grabs Darren's pillow and launches it at me.
I sneer. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
"I don't care either way!" He lies.
"Mhm."
Steve presses on, turning up Darren's side of the tent as if he owns the place.
"Are you looking for something in particular?" I enquire.
He only grunts in response but when he lifts something up as if it's a newborn baby I know I'm right. It's small and he has his back to me so I can't quite see what the object is.
"What's that?" I buzz, trying to get a closer look.
"None of your business," He drawls as he gets up and exits the tent, taking the item with him.
"What if Darren asks what happened to his stuff?" I call after him.
There's no answer.
"What a weirdo," I huff.
