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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 own the Darren Shan Saga/Cirque Du Freak and any of the characters in it. I do, however, own the whole Twilight Saga. Darn it. The Darren Shan Saga is so much better. Anybody wanna trade?

Chapter 8: Everything Ends Eventually
To say it was never-ending was an understatement.
I don't know how much time passed while we were in there. But it felt like weeks. There were no windows, so it was hard to tell if it was morning or night. The luxurious, expensive-looking coffin accumulated in damage. The inner lining was shredded, the pillow had holes, the silk blanket had been reduced to rags. I think at one point, Steve dug holes in the wooden walls of the coffin. And there were multiple scratches from our nails, on the coffin and each other. I hoped that whoever did the bills for the vampaneze wouldn't be too angry about what we'd done. Then again, Steve was the boss so I guess he could do whatever he wanted.
After doing it so many times, the pain had faded away - I had a feeling Steve had also eased up on the use of force, but I was so out of it that I couldn't really tell - and the act became more... pleasurable. Just a little. Okay, a lot. But I tried very hard to not let it show.
In fact, I showed my lack of consent as much as possible. Steve liked to taste my fluids - which I found really strange, by the way, but whatever - and I could tell he wanted me to do the same to him, but after I nearly bit his lip off while he was kissing me, he was wary of placing anything 'valuable' near my mouth. That, and he gagged me. It wasn't very fun, choking on your own saliva while screaming. I didn't bite him anymore after that.
Steve had an amazing stamina. I could barely keep up with him. Occasionally, we would catch a few hours of sleep - sleep as in I would pass out from exhaustion and he would allow me to stay unconscious. But before I'd even woken up properly, he'd be at it again.
At various intervals, someone would knock on the door, delivering food. Steve would usually go to the door and get it, except if he was in the middle of, uh, some 'rigorous activity'. Then he'd spoon-feed me. At first I resisted. He'd merely shrugged. He didn't care. But after all the 'exercise' we did, I found myself more... accepting of it.
Toilet breaks were more awkward. Luckily, I got to do it alone, without supervision, thanks to the metal ring beside the toilet bowl. Also, the toilet was attached to the room we were in, so I didn't have to walk around some place full of vampaneze naked.
Phew.
Time kept on passing, and as it did, things changed. I stopped fighting him as much, and in turn, so did he. Things got gentler, and much more affectionate. Which confused me. The part of me that hated him for everything he'd done, betraying us, killing Mr Crepsley, was angry at how he dared to kidnap me and use me as a toy. The part that still loved him, the part that I thought I'd thrown away permanently when Mr Crepsley died, argued against the hate, and couldn't help wondering why exactly he was doing this. I mean, there were plenty of women out there, better-looking, more experienced and most importantly - more willing.
Why me, his sworn enemy who was currently at his mercy? After all, if he killed me, he'd win the war.
I pondered over it for days, thinking about it with what little mental capabilities I had left. I couldn't find an answer that seemed plausible.

"Steve..." I moaned. "Steve, I can't take it anymore..." The gag was thrown to one side of the room, forgotten. It never stayed on for long, as a certain Lord of the Vampaneze preferred it when I was making more noise - though most of the time, I didn't make any just to spite him.
Steve laughed sadistically in reply to my pleading moans. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.
I growled at him. He kissed my nose in an attempt to pacify me. I tried kicking him. But before I could, the main door to the room burst open.
I winced at the sudden burst of light. The candles in the room had gone out days ago, and our eyes had gotten used to what minimal light we had.
"Lord," a familiar voice came from the doorway.
Steve didn't stop what he was doing to me, and merely said "Go away, Gannen," like a sulky brother whose least favourite sibling had walked into his room.
I didn't have a reaction quite as accepting or dignified as his. I squeaked in surprise, tried to gather what little rags of blanket was around me, and looked at Gannen sheepishly... even though I'd done nothing wrong. I was the one who'd been kidnapped.
And Steve hadn't even paused his thrusting.
...I'm such an idiot.
I looked at the brother of my fellow prince and once again felt sorry for him. He looked stressed and unhappy. And from the way he kept glancing at me, I could tell he had wanted me to be killed, for their victory to be ensured. I wondered why he didn't get his way. R.V. and Morgan James would've wanted the same thing, wouldn't they? I tried not to think about Andy. Looking at the annoyed look on Steve's face, I could only think of one reason why, one person powerful enough to overthrow them. But the motive behind the reason? I had no clue.
Actually, seeing as how Steve hadn't stopped his torture on me even though there was somebody else in the room - his primary protector, in fact - I may have had a teeny tiny clue.
Steve really is such a typical horny male.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" Harst said uncomfortably. He didn't want to be there any more than we wanted him to. "There are..." his eyes flickered to me. "...duties you need to fulfil."
"They can wait," Steve replied.
"No, they cannot." Gannen growled back.
Finally, Steve stopped, but only to glare at Harst.
"I can assure you, they are more pressing than..." Once again, he glanced at me disdainfully. "...your current activities," I wanted to punch the guy. He obviously didn't like me. And I really didn't like the looks he was giving me. Snotty arse.
"And I can assure you that my current activities are more pressing than whatever duties you have in mind," Steve replied, waving a hand dismissively at Gannen Harst.
Gannen's jaw tightened. His unhappy expression became even less happy.
I took that as my cue.
"Um... Toilet break," I mumbled.
At first, no one responded. I was almost convinced that they didn't mind me having an accident in the now-tattered casket. Then finally Steve got up, and left the coffin - naked - before tinkering with the lock that chained me to the side of the coffin. I discovered that it was a combination lock, and only Steve knew the password. Or so he said, anyway.
He tugged on the chain when it was free, and I got out of the coffin, barely able to maintain my balance on my recently under-used limbs (Or at least, not used for standing or walking). Glancing at the casket, I decided that what was left of the blanket wouldn't cover much anyway (and I wanted Gannen to squirm, hoping that he was the type of person who'd feel vexed at the sight of a girl's naked body), so I left it in the coffin, among all the other shreds of things. I wondered if Gannen prissy Harst would look away as Steve led me to the toilet.
The lock clicked into place as it was fixed around the metal ring above the toilet paper.
I stood and stared at Steve, waiting for him to leave so I could relieve myself. He just stared at me.
"What?" I asked, as rudely as I could. Which wasn't much, considering the state I was in.
He just smiled at me, then lowered his head and kissed me. It was a brief kiss, one that confused me to no end, because it wasn't forceful.
"Wha-" I started to say, but he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I stared at the door, frowning. What the hell was that?
I sat down on the toilet bowl, unable to empty my bladder anymore. Then I found I could hear Steve and Gannen talking. I only heard snippets, as they were talking in low voices, and it was slightly muffled, but I more or less got it.
"How long do you want to keep her here? She's at our mercy! Hurry and assure our victory! That's what we're counting on you for, Lord of the Vampaneze," Gannen said, raising his voice in anger.
"Don't talk to me like I've forgotten it!" Steve snapped back. "I'm not stupid. But I'll do it in my own time. I don't want to rush this."
"Really? Because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalling for time," Gannen said, his voice dangerously low.
"What are you talking about?" Steve scoffed.
"Punishing R.V. for giving her such a huge wound on her leg? Sending Morgan James after her when she was in jail to help her escape? And threatening to kill yourself and doom the entire vampaneze race if we didn't spare her and simply abduct her instead?" Gannen listed.
For a long time, there was silence.
I felt dizzy. My mind was whirling. He did all those things? Why? Why?
The hopeful, romantic part of me swelled up in joy. It's love! It sang. I visualised myself beating up the part of me that dared to suggest that.
Then Steve cleared his throat. "If Morgan James wasn't there, she might not have made it out and to the Cave of Retribution."
"Wrong. Vampires are resourceful. She would have made it out anyhow. And with the ruckus you made - Killing the guard and nurses - her escape was practically assured. Did you do that for her too?"
"What? No, of course no-"
"Steve, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in lo-"
"Shut up!" Steve hissed. "Fine, if you want me to fulfill my duties, I will, alright? Jeez!"
Then I heard footsteps and the door to the bathroom wrenched open. I tried to look as innocent as I could - widening my eyes, jutting out my lower lip slightly and cocking my head to one side. But he'd caught me. And I knew he knew it.
He was fully dressed, in green robes. He released the lock, dragged me back to the coffin by pulling on the chain like a leash and linked me back to the coffin.
When I climbed back into the coffin, he leaned over me menacingly, gripping the side of the coffin on either sides of me, caging me in.
"I'll be right back. Don't try to escape. It won't work. I'll know if you try, and I'll make you regret even attempting it. You understand that, don't you?" Steve whispered threateningly. I nodded, my mind flashing to the 'pain' he'd inflicted on me just a while ago. His eyes softened and he pecked me lightly on the lips. I saw Gannen's eyes narrow at that in the background.
Then the two of them left, leaving me alone with my confused thoughts.

I never thought I'd say this, but it was lonely without Steve.
At first I was happy. I finally got to get some rest. Steve had boundless energy, and could just do it all day like a rabbit, but I really couldn't.
But when I woke up, I felt deathly cold, and the dark was suffocating.
I wished Steve would hurry up in returning.
Don't get me wrong, I was still really angry with Steve - for everything he'd done to me, just over a single misunderstanding that he'd refused to let me straighten out.
But at the same time... Was he really a monster? Okay, yeah, he'd killed the one person who'd taken care of me for fifteen years. And he raped me. But at the same time, all those things Gannen said that he'd done for me...
I hated to say it, but what Gannen said really did make sense.
If it really was true... No, I wouldn't consider it. It would hurt too much if I was wrong.
I sighed, wishing I had a higher pain threshold to such things.
Before I could ponder over it some more, the door opened to reveal a determined-looking, pale-faced vampet.
"Andy!" I bolted upright as I registered his face.
"Shh," he hushed me, as he moved forward and fiddled with the combination lock holding me captive to the coffin.
"Andy, what the hell are you doing?" I hissed at him. "If Steve finds out you were-"
"It's my fault that you ended up here. I didn't think that he'd... He'd do such awful things to you," he muttered, a fierce, protective look in his eyes. My anger and fear for his life faded in that instant, and I promptly shut my mouth. There it is. I thought. My Andy.
"I'm okay, Andy," I told him, reaching down and tousling his hair like I used to. "I'm okay," A single tear ran down his cheek, he wiped it away hastily.
Then the chain came loose.
"I don't know the combination of the lock around your wrist, so you'll just have to wear it," he told me. I nodded. Then he blushed, taking a good look at me. He removed his jacket and threw it to me. "Put that on."
I tried not to laugh at his abashed expression. I quickly put it on and buttoned it up, my hand brushing against my metal cross as I reached the top button. I ignored the cold, solid sensation as the pendant came in contact with my skin. The jacket was a bit too big for me, but it was better than making my escape butt-naked. When I was done dressing, Andy grabbed my wrist, removed the arrow gun strapped to his waist, held it up guardedly and led me out the door.
We moved silently, as a single word from me could alert the vampaneze as to my escape.
I took in my surroundings, and registered it as an abandoned building of some sort. Perhaps a previous hotel? It was dilapidated to the extreme.
Andy led me down a staircase, then past a hallway.
"This way is longer, but safer. There shouldn't be any vampaneze here..." he told me softly. I nodded cautiously in reply.
Which was ironic, because at that precise moment, we heard the clear thump of approaching footsteps. Andy froze. I whipped my head back and forth hastily, searching for something to hide in. A huge wardrobe entered my line of sight. I opened it quickly and Andy shut the doors behind me softly.
"Oh, it's you Andy. What are you doing here?" Steve asked. Goosebumps broke out over my skin as my mind ran over the threat he'd made earlier. There was no way he wouldn't know I was here. My heart was thrumming like helicopter blades. Much too loud for comfort.
Please, God. I prayed. Please don't let Andy get in trouble.
"Taking a walk," Andy replied.
"With your arrow gun in hand?" I could practically see Steve cocking an eyebrow disbelievingly.
"Yeah. You never know when a vampaneze could get hungry and eat me."
Steve laughed loudly, but it was a mocking sort of laugh. Andy remained silent. I realised that Andy wasn't joking. I wondered if it was like that for every vampet - having to live in constant fear of being drained to death by the very creatures whose every order they had to obey. Was the offer of power really worth it?
"I see. Well, then I'll be on my way," Steve said, and again I heard footsteps.
I was relieved, but puzzled. He should have heard my heartbeat, as well as my breathing. And caught my scent. So why-
Before I could complete that thought, Steve's footsteps stopped before the wardrobe I was in.
"I'll just collect my beloved possession, and I'll be on my way," Steve said merrily. Then the wardrobe doors were pulled wide open, the light filling the dark space around and on me, like a spotlight on an escaped prisoner. I gasped. It was over.
"Andy, run!" I shouted, but he was rooted to his spot, aiming his arrow gun at Steve.
Steve ignored it.
"Hello, honey," he purred, then touched his lips to mine. I froze, but didn't resist, giving Andy time to run away. Andy didn't. He just stood there, frowning at us both, arrow gun still pointed at Steve.
There was a sort of desperation about that kiss. It wasn't the sort of kiss you'd give to your runaway captive. It was the sort of kiss you gave to your released captive.
When he broke away, I stared at him, baffled by that single graze of our lips. He lifted me out of the wardrobe and placed me on the floor, then walked over to the wall - still ignoring Andy and the threat of death there - and opened an old, filthy garbage chute.
"You're not scared of falling down high places, are you?" Steve asked me casually, as if he was inquiring about the weather.
"Uh... No. Not particularly..." I replied hesitantly.
"Good," he said, and grabbed my arm, swung me around and pushed me into the garbage chute; just as Gannen called out Steve's name.
What happened next occurred so quickly that I could barely register what was going on. I had clambered into the garbage chute and was squatting at the entrance, eyeing the passage with disgust when Gannen entered the hallway. Gannen's eyes had fallen on me, widening considerably in shock, but before he could do anything, Steve grabbed Andy's arrow gun, aimed, and shot me in the shoulder. I screeched in pain and fell down the garbage chute.
From what I remembered of the chute's appearance, the descent must have been smelly and dirty - but I barely noticed. For a moment, the world around me was red. The chute was narrow, but enough for me to slide through. However, having to squeeze myself so that I wouldn't hit against anything was agony on my shoulder, and when I landed in the big dumpster below, I was so relieved I started crying.
Groaning, I lifted myself out of the crap that had amassed there and tried to climb out of the large bin. I successfully made it out, but landed with an extreme lack of grace.
Every move racked my body with pain, but I continued to drag myself from the scene of the crime. It wouldn't do to be recaptured on Gannen's command.
I was bleeding bucketfuls, but the haze of pain that had settled in my brain refused to let me think of stopping the blood and dressing my wound. All that was driving me on now was instinct - a fear for my life.
I didn't make it very far. I collapsed about a block away from the abandoned hotel, desperate for rest.
"Just a short rest..." I told myself, my eyes shutting. "Just for a little while..."
Just before I slipped completely into unconsciousness, I heard footsteps. Then a tutting sound as someone stood over me. At that pivotal moment, the darkness claimed me and earthly worries reached me no more.
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