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The Impossible	By : sandyl666 Category: S through Z > The Saga of Darren Shan Views: 3621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: ...I don't even own the books. How sad is that? I really should go out and buy them...

Chapter 4: Eye of the Storm
The first thing I saw when I woke up was Steve's face. His eyes were still shut and his breathing even. I smiled, wondering if it was just me and my rose-coloured glasses that made him look so handsome or if he really was that good looking. I wondered if there had ever been other women who found him as handsome as I did. That put a damper on my cheerful mood.
I snuggled against him, feeling somewhat dejected and wanting to be loved. He tightened his arms around me and my mood brightened. Wow, did I have it bad or what.
I stayed there for a few more seconds before easing myself from his arms gently. He rolled over with a grunt and went back to sleep.
I crept out of the apartment and went to check on our other team mates. Debbie was still sleeping, as were the vampires. Harkat was awake, but he seemed to be thinking deeply about something, so I left him alone. As I shut the door quietly, I caught a glimpse of my mentor's orange hair and sighed, my mind flashing back to just a night ago, when I was confronted by Mr Crepsley regarding Steve.
My old mentor and friend just stood there, staring at me. I toweled my wet hair vigorously, trying not to look him in the eye. It was no coincidence that Vancha chose this moment to fall deep asleep and Harkat to take his shower. I braved a look, Mr Crepsley was glaring at the floor and scratching his scar.
"I love him," I said simply, resisting the urge to cough at the end and ruin this embarrassing (but true) statement. He stopped glaring at the floor and lifted his head to peer into my eyes intently. I tried not to flinch.
"Is that so?" he asked. "Can you love the evil in him too?"
"He's not evil!"
"That boy was born evil. I am not mistaken, despite what everyone else seems to think,"
"But he's not evil! He's stronger than that. He wouldn't succumb to malice and evil. I believe in him," I told him. Mr Crepsley's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting me to be so assertive for the sake of someone I'd met again just days ago, but had always loved. He frowned and then sighed. I could tell that he was torn between being happy for me and wary of Steve.
He continued stroking his scar, and I stared at him, awaiting a response. Then he sighed.
"If I told you to cease this love affair with that... boy,would you listen to me?" he said slowly, as if choosing his words with care.
I snorted the most unladylike snort I could manage and said "Of course not!"
"Fine," he said, pursing his lips. "Then for now, I approve,"
I felt a grin slowly spread onto my face, then I launched myself onto my mentor and hugged him for all I was worth. He was frozen, shocked that I would display such affection. He patted my back awkwardly, like the barely apt father figure he was. But still, I loved him. That was probably why his approval was the most important to me.
"However," he said, prying me off him gently. "If he hurts you..." His eyes held a dangerous glint that I had seen only a few times before. "I will tear him limb from limb. Understood?" I was wondering why he was telling me this, but I nodded anyway. Then he smiled. "I wonder where that spider thieving child has gone,"
"I'm still here," I told him cheekily. "But now I have someone to steal spiders with," I winked at him, then exited the room. I could hear his soft chuckles as I crept down the hallway, all the way back to my beloved.

I crept down that same hallway, wincing every time a loose floorboard squeaked beneath my feet. I hurried to the stairs and scrambled down it, eager for some fresh air. The air in the apartment was sort of stale, though Steve's lotion covered most of the smell. I don't remember how I found it so vile and overpowering a few days ago. I'd come to associate him with that stench, and it seemed as pleasant as roses.
I exited the apartment and breathed in deeply. The sky was dimming and the evening air was fresh yet sweet. I walked slowly, into the town, savouring the feeling of freedom and bliss. I should have been more on guard, more tense considering the situation that I was in, but it was difficult with everything looking so pretty. Is this how people in love view the world? No wonder they were so happy all the time.
People bustled around me, most heading back home to their families. For one somber moment, I wondered how my own family was. Were they okay? Did Andy grow up well? Is my mum in good health? And how about dad? I sighed.
As I was pondering this, something shiny caught my eye. I looked to my side, seeing a stall of various jewelery. The person manning the stall was a little shady, and something about where it was located screamed illegal, but I guess when you had vampaneze infesting your town, a little illegal business didn't matter much. At first I wasn't going to bother browsing through the items, but like a jackdaw, I just couldn't tear myself away from the bright, shiny things. I blamed it on the fact that I had too much endorphins running through my veins.
I smiled at the dodgy man behind the table. He continued frowning at me. I looked down quickly, a little intimidated by his lack of friendliness. I studied the metallic items carefully, trying to ignore his intense gaze. I brushed my fingers against the cold metal lightly, it was smooth beyond compare and shaped beautifully in ways I had difficulty believing was done by humans. I continued moving down the stall, and came across a pair of matched necklaces. Paired necklaces had always intrigued me, though I had always looked at the friendship ones, not the couple ones when I was younger. And then looked away, because how masculine were friendship necklaces? Not a lot, I can tell you that.
They were both shaped as crosses, which I found ironic, considering how vampires were supposed to be afraid of crosses. They were thick and a little bulky. One was bigger than the other, and empty in the middle. The other was smaller, and it seemed to be able to fit into the bigger one.
"May I?" I asked the stall owner. He stared at me stoically, then nodded. I took up the two necklaces and placed the smaller cross into the bigger one and it popped open like a locket. In it were the words 'I love you'. The word 'love' was on the smaller cross, and without it, the bigger cross would have only held the words 'I' and 'you'. It was totally cheesy, and I loved it.
"How much is it?" I asked, looking up at the unseemly man. He held up three fingers. "Three?" I asked, delightedly surprised at how cheap it was. He shook his head. I plummeted and crashed into the ground. "Thirty?" I guessed. He nodded. I sighed. I could have sold everything I had on and still not have enough money. Plus, I could hardly be spending our already scarce money on such things. I lowered my hand to put the necklace back when a gloved hand grabbed my wrist, halting my action.
"We'll take it," a voice said to my right. I turned my head slowly to my right - and upwards, as I was shorter than him - to see my grey-haired love. I felt dazed as Steve Leopard took out some money - God knows where exactly in his coat he kept it - and handed it to the shady man, then pulled me away from the suspicious stall.
"Wha- Where-" I sputtered. I was a vampire - okay, half - and we were good hunters. Very rarely could people sneak up on us. "Where did you come from?"
He looked at me oddly. "The apartment?" he said, a single eyebrow raised. I continued to stare at him dumbly. He took the smaller cross from my hand and eyed it, holding it up as it glinted in the sun. Then he turned to me, and said "Turn around."
"...Huh?" He rolled his eyes at my intelligent response and spun me around so that my back was towards him. He placed the pendant on my chest, the cold metal feeling foreign yet completely right on me.
"Lift your hair," he commanded. I held it and pushed it up. He clasped the chain on behind my neck, then moved my hand away, letting my hair cascade down my back. I prayed that he wouldn't see all the tangles that had developed after the many nights I tossed and turned in bed with no comb to run through my hair. He put his hands on my shoulders and spun me again to face him.
"You like this kind of thing, huh?" he asked, teasingly, smirking for all he was worth.
"No," I lied. "It was just... shiny,"
"Right, shiny," he said sarcastically. He took the bigger cross from my palm and held the clasp endings behind his neck.
"Let me do it," I said.
"Can you reach?" he laughed. I slapped his back (Not his rear end, his back). "Ow," he protested. I stood on the tip of my toes and with some difficulty, managed to put it on. He slipped it under his scarf happily.
"Why do you get the bigger one?" I muttered a little - okay, a lot - grudgingly.
"If I recall correctly, didn't you say something about 'Are you sure that can fit into this?' a few days ago?" I blushed. He grinned at my reddening face.
"Yeah, but that fits into that," I said, lowering my voice discreetly and pointing at my cross then at his.
"Yes, but you're much smaller. Way too tight, in fact," he retorted, shrugging. My blush increased in intensity. He laughed and twined his fingers around mine, holding my hand as we walked the streets of Mr Crepsley's childhood. I sulked at his shameless comments, but didn't break our contact. I was enjoying it way too much.
That is, until I noticed people staring at us and our linked hands. I looked up at Steve. He seemed oblivious to the attention we were getting. Studying him, I realised why they were staring. Here I was, a girl who looks to be about fifteen years old, holding hands intimately with someone who was physically twelve years my senior. He was too young to be my father, and yet too intimate to be my brother or friend. Which only left one last possibility, of course.
I tried easing my fingers from his, embarrassed. He glanced down at me before tightening his grip on my fingers and pulling me closer. I squealed in surprise. He finally let go of my fingers, but instead wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me even closer.
"You really are such a girl," he sighed. "I can't believe you actually care about what strangers think,"
"Well, it's just unusual, okay," I muttered in protest. "For someone about three times my age to be holding my hand like-"
"I'm not that old," he cut in sulkily. "And who cares?" he shrugged. He suddenly placed his hand on my neck, pulled my face upwards and kissed me. My shocked protests were muffled against his mouth. I could practically feel the heated stares of the public.
Finally, we broke free and I struggled away from him. He let me go, laughing. I pouted and went to a news-stand to flick through the papers, wondering what has been happening in the world and trying very hard to pretend that my blush was natural.
I glanced through the topmost paper, and a small article caught my eye. I snatched up the papers roughly - creasing and crinkling it in the process - and held it closer to my face.
The article was about a teenaged girl who the police was looking for, and suspected to be the latest victim of the killers, who'd struck again on Tuesday, murdering another young girl. And in big, bold print was a very familiar name. Darren Horston, the name with which I'd been registered with in the school I was attending.
I discussed this matter with my fellow collaborators, with the exception of Debbie, who I didn't want to alarm unnecessarily. After thorough discussion, it was decided that I would go to school to inform the school that I was okay, and had been absent due to illness. After I had convinced everyone that I was okay, I'd say that I felt sick again and ask one of my teachers to call my 'uncle' Steve - Who'd been strangely enthusiastic to play such a role - to collect me. He'd then make some passing remark that my father had gone for a job interview, one that he would get and cause us to relocate to another city.
This was the plan, but it was unfortunately ruined by an unexpected revelation. The girl who'd been killed on Thursday? Yeah, she was the girl who sat next to me in English. And on my other side was Richard, a boy who I'd struck a sort of friendship with after rescuing his life. First Debbie's neighbours, then the girl, Tara Williams? It was obvious that Richard would be next. It was as if Hooky was making it obvious on purpose. A sort of trap?
I excused myself and ran back to Steve's apartment, hurriedly waking up the sleeping humans and vampires - Harkat was already awake, of course - and told them of what happened. We agreed to stake out all three houses of my classmates, including Richard, as we had no idea if the vampaneze knew that I had an emotional attachment to Richard. We concluded that they were just killing randomly.
"What do we do when - if - they attack?" Steve asked.
"We do to them what they did to Tara," Debbie growled before any of the rest of us could answer.
"You think that's wise?" Steve responded. "We know there's more than one of them in operation, but I doubt they'll all turn out to kill a child. Wouldn't it be wiser to trace the attacker back to-"
"Hold on," Debbie interrupted. "Are you saying we let them kill Richard or one of the others?"
"It makes sense. Our primary aim is to-"
Debbie slapped his face before he got any further. "Animal!" she hissed.
Steve stared at her emotionlessly. "I am what I have to be," he said. "We won't stop the vampaneze by being civilized."
"You… you…" She couldn't think of anything dreadful enough to call him.
"He's got a point," Vancha interceded. Debbie turned on him, appalled. "Well, he has," Vancha grumbled, dropping his gaze. "I don't like the idea of letting them kill another child, but if it means saving others…"
"No," Debbie said. "No sacrifices. I won't allow it."
"Me neither," I said. Steve stared at me, eyes slightly narrowed. "Richard's my friend. And those people are my classmates," I reminded him.
"Have you an alternative suggestion, then?" Steve asked.
"Injury," Mr Crepsley answered when the rest of us were silent. "We stake out the houses, wait for a vampaneze, then shoot him with an arrow before he strikes. But we do not kill him - we target his legs or arms. Then we follow and, if we are lucky, he will lead us back to his companions."
"I dunno," Vancha muttered. "You, me and Darren can't use those guns - it's not the vampire way - which means we'll have to rely upon the aim of Steve, Harkat and Debbie."
"I won't miss," Steve vowed.
"I won't either," Debbie said.
"Nor me," Harkat added.
"Maybe you won't," Vancha agreed, "but if there are two or more of them, you won't have time to target a second - the arrow guns are single-shooters."
"It is a risk we must take," Mr Crepsley said. "Now, Debbie, you should go to one of these inferno net cafés and find the addresses as soon as possible, then get to bed and sleep. We must be ready for action when night comes."

I sighed, kicking off my shoes and collapsing onto the couch. I was too weary to care about the wiry springs jutting out of the piece of furniture. Strange how one day in school could make me more tired than our nightly hunts. Or maybe I was just tired of everything. There never seemed to be any peace. Not until the Lord of the Vampaneze was eliminated.
"Tired, huh?" Steve asked, removing a warm bottle of water from the non-functional fridge.
"Mmm," I hummed in reply, closing my eyes sleepily. I felt him sit, the couch sinking slightly where my feet was and instinctively drew my knees to my chest. I heard him take quiet sips from the bottle, then the couch shifting as he bent over the armrest to put the bottle down on the ground.
"Darren," he said in a low, husky voice.
"Hmm?" I hummed questioningly, I was already halfway to Dreamland and getting closer by the second. I felt him place his arms on either side of me, the couch sinking where he placed his weight on. I opened my eyes slightly, curious. He was bending over me, a familiar look of lust in his eyes. I watched him, entranced, as he lowered his head to mine and our lips touched.
I rolled onto my back and his chest pressed against mine, his arms coiled around my waist. I sighed, torn between exhaustion and pleasure. He continued his assault with his talented mouth. Then he slipped a hand beneath my shirt. I broke our liplock, gasping in shock.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked.
"I told you, we can't do this. Not when Mr Crepsley and everybody's so near... And I'm tired..." I said, repeating my excuses. He rolled his eyes and groaned. Every time he tried to drive me into a pleasure-filled carnal frenzy, I would protest. I think he was getting tired of my tetchy routine.
"They already know we're together," he argued.
"Yeah, but it'd be rude to, um, make so much noise while they're so near," I muttered. He rolled his eyes some more. Then his eyes softened.
"Time is running out," he told me quietly. "After the hunt for the vampaneze is over, you'll go back to hunting for their Lord, and I... I'll continue wading through life like usual."
"Steve..."
He rested his head against my chest, just above my breasts, and fiddled with the small cross that hung from my neck.
"Steve," I said. "You can come with us, you know."
His head shot up and he stared at me. "Really?" His whole face lit up like a child's on Christmas.
"Of course. You'd be a big help too."
"Really?" he asked again. "I won't be in the way?"
"No, of course not," I frowned, wondering why he had even thought of that.
He laid down at my side, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my cheek. "I love you."
"I, um, love you too," I replied, stuttering and spoiling the drama-worthy moment. I could tell Steve was glaring at me without looking.
"Darren. Say it again,"
"I-I love.. you," I stuttered, staring at the ground.
"Again, and look at me while you're saying it,"
"I-"
"I said look at me," I turned my head around, but it was too uncomfortable, so I decided to roll completely over to my side so that I was facing Steve. I took one glance at his face, then turned away in embarassment. He groaned. "I thought you were over this. You managed to say it last time without all the drama." At the mention of it, I thought back to the time I was trying to persuade him that I should tell Debbie about vampires and that I loved him and her too. I blushed, realising a little late what I had said.
"Well, I... guess... not," I muttered. He rolled his eyes.
"How can someone so touchy-feely like you be unable to say something as simple as 'I love you'?" He sighed, then removed his arms from around my waist and placed them at the side of my face, and forced me to look at him.
"Steve-"
"Say it," he commanded. I felt light-headed under his intense stare, and my mouth felt dry. I licked my lips.
"I love you," I said quietly. He smiled.
"Good girl," he said, before pressing his lips to mine briefly, then hugging me closer.
"Hey, Steve?" I called.
"Yeah?"
"Um, when I become a full vampire... Can I blood you?" I could feel his whole body tense up. I glanced up at his face worriedly. He had a strange look on his face, one that seemed to convey a million emotions, and yet not one at all. It confused me.
"Sorry, could you repeat that?" his voice was a little strained as he said it.
"Do you want to be a vampire?" I asked again, more nervous this time. It was ridiculous that I would feel so insecure about him rejecting my offer, but I did.
"You want to make evil ol' me a vampire?" He was joking now.
"You're not evil,"
"That's not what Mr Crepsley thinks,"
"He's wrong. And I'm a Prince. I can do what I want. He won't try to stop me... much,"
"Really? Can you?" I could hear a sort of wonderment in his voice.
"Of course. This life was meant for you, Steve. It always had been. All I ever wanted was to be a guy," I laughed.
"I'm glad you're a girl,"
"Well... Me too. At least now I am,"
He held me tighter and I burrowed my nose into his chest, getting comfortable as I fell deeper into unconsciousness. In my dreamy state, I sort of noticed that Steve wasn't asleep. He seemed to be brooding deeply about something.
If only I'd paid attention to this strange behavior, maybe things might have been different, but I was far too tired to do so, nor even care.
And I didn't know just how much I'd regret that decision until late the coming Saturday.

A/N: Yeah, I know, the necklace idea was kind of lame. But I wanted some kind of symbolism of Steve and Darren's feelings. That, you know, if one wears it, it means there's still love on one side. Or something like that.
And I really like matching pendants.
Like, really like.
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