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The Impossible	By : sandyl666 Category: S through Z > The Saga of Darren Shan Views: 3621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Saga of Darren Shan belongs to Darren Shan. I am not making any money out of writing this piece of fiction.

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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters nor original plot of the Darren Shan Saga. I just borrow the books from the library and keep it for two months, return it, then borrow it again for another two months.
A/N: This is where Darren starts to get super messed-up. Have fun reading.

Chapter 9: The Split Path Converges
Croak. Croak. Croaaaak.
I groaned. What was that noise? Why wouldn't it leave me alone to sleep? I was so sleepy... And everywhere hurt.
Croaaaaaaaaaak.
I groaned, louder this time, and opened my eyes. And screamed in surprise at the hideous face I was staring into.
"E-Evanna?" I stared at the hairy, barely-human face of the enchantress. As I processed her face, comparing it to the one in my memories, other memories flooded back into my brain. And these memories hit me like an airplane nosediving into gravel. I gasped and choked on my own saliva, which sent me into a coughing fit. I sat upright, trying to ignore the pain that racked my body each time I coughed. But it proved too much for me, and I nearly passed out. Evanna held a muscled arm behind my back, holding me up.
"Yes, it's me," she said. "Are you alright?"
I nodded, squeezing her arm gratefully. I glanced around the room, noticing the paintings on the walls and huge candle-lit lamps as well as the croaking in the background. "I'm in your cave...?" I questioned.
"Yes," she replied. I stared at her, frowning in confusion.
"How did I get here?" I asked.
"I found you," the witch said simply, watching me carefully. She seemed a little wary of me. I wondered why, but didn't think too much about it. Evanna was always a bit of a mystery to me.
"Oh, right..." I lifted my left hand to touch the wound on my right shoulder lightly, and winced. "He shot me," I whispered disbelievingly. "He shot me!" I repeated, louder and angrier this time.
The fact that this action actually affected me was a surprise. I had already told myself not to fall for him again. He was my enemy, for crying out loud! The whole future of the clan lay in killing him. So why did I feel so hurt that he had dared to shoot me?
Goddamn Stockholm Syndrome.
A tear slid out of my eye and down my cheek. I touched it in surprise. I was angry. Angry! Not sad!
"I hate him," I muttered. "He killed Mr Crepsley. He betrayed us. I don't love him," I blinked away the moisture in my eyes angrily.
"No matter how many times you repeat a lie, the truth remains the same," Evanna said quietly.
I stared at her bleakly for a second, then found that what I'd been yearning for was finally happening.
The flood gates opened, and I cried. I cried really, really hard.
I bawled about the luck I'd had, having to trick my family into believing I was dead, the fact that I was born a girl, the lack of appreciation for what I'd given up from Steve, Mr Crepsley's death, Steve's violation of my body and most of all - I cried because no matter what I did, I couldn't change the fact that even though Steve hated me bitterly, Iloved him. Oh God, I loved him so much. And I think I always will.
I guess what they say is right. Self-pity brings tears more easily than anything else.
But Evanna didn't judge me, or watch me awkwardly as I know Mr Crepsley would have. Instead, she placed another thick arm around me and held me to her chest as I cried. Her rope-clothing was drenched by the time I was done. Which, by the way, was about half an hour later.
When I had finished feeling sorry for myself, Evanna checked my already-dressed shoulder wound, monitoring it's healing.
"Yes, healing nicely..." she muttered, rebandaging it.
"How long was I asleep?" I wondered, stretching my right leg and feeling the numb stiffness of it.
"Nearly five days," Evanna answered. My eyes bulged.
"Oh..." I said quietly. I had no recollection of that much time passing. "I wonder how long I was in the..." I paused, wondering what was a good name for it. "...Vampaneze base." I said finally.
"About a week," Evanna answered once again. My eyes widened even further, if that was even possible. It was both longer and shorter than I expected.
"Really?" I asked rhetorically. Evanna remained quiet.
A thoughtful silence loomed over us as I pondered past events, trying to get my head around the timeline. I felt much calmer now that I'd cried. I was still conflicted about a number of things, but at the same time I felt so much better.
"Darren," Evanna said finally, her treatment of me complete. I craned my neck to face her.
"Hmmm?" I hummed curiously.
"We need to talk," she said. I had heard this line so many times - in cheesy chick flicks all the way to parental talks. It never brought any good news, and I doubted it'd start now, especially considering that Evanna was the one delivering it.
"Okay..." I said nervously.
She took a deep breath, and let it out as a sigh. "There are times," she began. "When we sorcerers, including my father, lose our ability to glimpse the future,"
I frowned at her. I didn't know that. I always assumed that the all-powerful Mr Tiny would be able to see the future no matter what. After all, he could travel through time... right?
And on that note, why was she telling me this anyway?
I shut my mouth as she continued, waiting to see where she was going with this.
"This is a rare occurrence, and to be truthful, I have never experienced it before. Not even once in my abnormally long lifetime. I have, however, heard of it. Which is why I know of it," She stopped and stared me hard in the eyes. "Do you understand what I'm saying so far?" she asked.
I nodded mutely, still wondering where she was going with this.
"Such an impairment in our ability can only mean one thing," She breathed in deeply again. Then, she spoke, in a small voice that I could only barely hear. "The future has been determined. There is now only one possible future,"
I blinked once. Twice. Three times. "WHAT?" I burst out. She winced at my sudden increase in volume, but didn't falter. "Why? How? Nobody died! Nothing's been settled! How can the future be determined?"
"I do not know. The last I remember was that one of you will win - you, or Steve Leopard, and the person who gains victory will become the Lord of the Shadows, the bringer of chaos. The loser, and his clan, will become extinct. Of course, when the Lord of the Shadows rises, all will cease - humans, vampires, vampaneze." she shrugged.
I gaped at her uncharacteristically loose tongue. Evanna had always been pretty cagey about revealing facts about what has yet to come to pass. "Evanna, isn't there a rule forbidding you from telling me that much about the future?"
"Normally, yes. But there is nothing I can do to change it now that the future is fixed. What will happen, will happen regardless of what I do or reveal. Not even my father is able to travel through time now - not until this predetermined future has come to pass."
I bit my lip, trying to get my head around what she was saying. What was she saying? But the most important thing was:
"So you don't know who wins?" I asked in a small voice, looking at the witch hopefully. She shook her head.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I wish there was more I could do or have done. But there are rules that bind me, as they do every other seer." Her face was one of utmost sincerity.
I didn't know what to say, so I simply copied what Evanna had done earlier. I took a deep breath, and released it with a sigh.
"No, you've done a lot," I said, managing a small smile. "Thanks, Evanna,"
She placed a hand on mine. "Of course," she said simply.
My heart warmed at this small gesture of affection. I beamed at her. Man, I really liked Evanna.
"You should rest," She got up from the couch she'd been sitting on, and smiled at me. "No matter what the future is, it is certain that you will play a great role in shaping it."
"Okay," I said, gingerly placing myself in a sleeping position, careful not to move my right shoulder too much and aggravate the already tender nerves there. Evanna pulled the blanket up to my chin, then blew out the candle.
I was asleep before her footsteps had left the room.

The next day as I was eating the cooked vegetables and fresh fruits, I realised something.
"Harkat," I said, grabbing Evanna's hand, feeling guilty that I'd forgotten about him till now.
"I've already sent him a message that you are safe. He is now making the trek back to Vampire Mountain to notify the Princes and Generals there." she assured me.
"Have you, uh, told them about the new development regarding our future?" I asked meekly, wondering if I was overstepping some boundary for diviners.
She smiled at me assuringly as if she'd read my mind - which I think she did - and said "No. I wanted you to be the first to know."
I felt strangely flattered. "Thank you," I said into my cup, eyes lowered embarrassedly. She waved the air dismissively, as if it meant nothing. But I think she was happy I thanked her, if her smile was any indication.

Time passed quickly as I recovered at Evanna's. My shoulder had been pierced pretty badly, but Evanna had some amazing healing skills. After about a week I could move around without feeling any pain. And three weeks later I was completely healed, and rejuvenated.
But when you gain something, you lose something, I suppose.
I fell sick. Like, really sick. Every morning I would be awakened by some major nausea, and end up puking my guts out to start my day off.
Evanna was baffled. She continuously checked me, diagnosing me in and out, and found nothing wrong. And yet my 'special' morning routine continued.
She held my hair back as I continued to throw up into a large metal bowl. When I was done, she handed me a damp cloth and I wiped my mouth with it, trying not to move my tummy too much so I wouldn't accidentally start off another pukefest.
"Why me?" I whinged, groaning into the metal bowl.
"I do not know," Evanna replied, genuinely puzzled.
I sighed as she set the metal bowl away from me, knowing from experience that the smell of my own vomit could cause me to regurgitate all over again. Unless, of course, I ran out of 'ammo'. Which was usually when I stopped.
"Perhaps I should take you to one of those human doctors..." Evanna said thoughtfully.
I cocked an eyebrow at her sceptically. "So they can arrest me for being a suspect of a series of murders? No thanks,"
"If we go far enough, perhaps they wouldn't know of that incident,"
"Maybe, but what if they want to run a blood test?"
"I shall erase their memories," Evanna replied.
I stared at her, wondering if she was joking. She wasn't. "It's okay, Evanna. It only happens in the mornings anyway. I'm okay the rest of the time." I shrugged.
She stiffened and I looked at her quizzically.
"What?" I asked, surprise at how tense she'd suddenly become.
"Darren, do you remember when The Purge occured to you?" Evanna said, her voice strained.
"Of course," How could I possibly forget something like that?
"And you said the blood used to visit you every month, correct?" she said, her voice low with wonderment.
This time, I went all stiff. "No," I denied immediately. "That's impossible."
"I've often wondered about it. Why would a vampire develop menstruation? I thought it merely some symptom of having been turned so early in life, but now I think not," Evanna paused. I was barely listening, staring at my stomach. I did have a pretty big appetite lately, and my period was definitely late...
I shook my head. It couldn't be possible. And if it was... It would be Steve's. My breath hitched in my throat.
"Both you and Steve Leopard had the potential to become the Lord of the Shadows. And in the years to come, it is said that your children would continue your trail of chaos, wreaking havoc in the world. I always thought your successors would be other beings you'd led up to take your place. But in fact, both of you may actually be able to have children and train them up to replace you," Evanna mused.
I had started hyperventilating by the time she'd finished her speech.
"Oh God." I moaned, holding my head in my hands, the idea starting to become more plausible to me - to my utmost horror.
"However, this whole thing reeks of my father," Evanna said suspiciously. I had been staring at the floor, but at her newest claim, my head snapped up in shock.
"What?" I exclaimed, my mouth hanging open.
Evanna, who'd been looking at a painting while reciting her thoughts to me, turned her head to stare at me. "Who else would have the power to allow you to have children? Both you and Leonard?" she looked away, stroking her moustache thoughtfully. "In that case, how much of the Lord of the Shadows did he know? How much did he meddle? I doubt he would have created you both - that's far too much bending of the rules, but to give you both the ability to breed... He probably had no idea that you would both have a child together. I wonder..." she continued muttering, but I shut her out. I didn't want to listen any more.
There was absolute anarchy in my head. What the hell was going on? When did everything start to get so... impossible? This felt like a bad nightmare. I just wanted to wake up.
Then my stomach gurgled and I became painfully aware of the life growing within me.
"I'm having a baby," I whispered uncomprehendingly. Evanna's mutterings stopped at my quiet statement. "I'm pregnant, and I'm having Steve's baby," I said, just a little louder this time. My eyes started to fill with water. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying to stifle the sobs.
"Yes," Evanna said, smiling at me. I'll always remember how beautiful she looked to me at this moment. "Yes, you are."
She held her arms outstretched to me. I threw myself forward, and once again found myself sobbing into the comforting bosom of the Lady of the Wilds.

I stared at the little, plastic-ish stick in front of me nervously.
"Stop fidgeting," Evanna scolded me.
"Sorry," I apologised. "But basically my entire future rides on this... pee stick," I answered.
Evanna had gone into the nearest town - disguised as something a little more human - and bought me a pregnancy test. I was sceptical about whether it would work, what with me being a vampire. Though I guess most vampires wouldn't get pregnant. Evanna persuaded me that humans and vampires are more alike than I thought, and I decided to just try it.
"Is it done yet?" I asked.
"About a minute more," Evanna answered, seemingly calmer than me. But from the way she was stroking her moustache, I could tell that she was nearly as nervous as me.
I licked my lips and curled my body into a ball, trying to retain some warmth. I couldn't stop shaking. Was it really this cold or was I just so nervous that my body's temperature had dropped several degrees?
Evanna spied me shivering and placed a blanket over me.
"It'll be fine," she said soothingly. I nodded.
But the truth is, I knew it wouldn't be. If I was pregnant - It'll be horrifying. I'll be carrying my archenemy's baby, a product of how he'd forced himself on me. And who knows what might happen to this small life in the dangerous days to come?
If I wasn't pregnant, however - It'll be horrifying too. I would be heartbroken. Already I had envisioned a beautiful baby boy with grey hair and bright blue eyes - Steve's eyes before he'd become a vampaneze. Already I had planned out what our future could be like. All my hopes would be crushed if I wasn't pregnant.
Either way, I was screwed, and in for days of pain and self-pity.
Funny how many things go through your mind while you're waiting for your goddamn pee stick to show it's results.
Then finally, the long dreaded : "It's done,"
I had no idea I was holding my breath until it escaped me in one big sigh.
Evanna held the test in one hand, frowning at it. She seemed to be concentrating really hard, and glanced periodically at the box with the instructions on the back.
Then, for less than a second, I thought I saw the corner of her lips curl up. When she handed both the objects to me, a stoic expression was fixed on her face once more.
I'd already memorised the instructions, so I knew it from the moment I saw it.
I was pregnant.
And by the teeth of the gods, we were doomed. Utterly and totally doomed.

A/N: Actually, does Steve have blue eyes? I was just guessing from Darius's eye colour. He was said to have 'bright blue eyes'. If that's wrong, someone please tell me and I'll correct it.
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