A/N: Hello! Well, here it is, book two to One Freakish Love. If you have not read the first book of One Freakish Love, please go to my stories and read that one, before this one. And still review, even though its getting no more updates under that name! So, all last night, I was getting nervous about posting the update under a different name, but I'm hoping that I have some really loyal readers which will favorite and add this story to their update lists as well, and of course review. So without further a due, here's the next installment.

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One Freakish Love:

Darkness Rises

Prologue

My name is Veronica Dexter. But please, before I get annoyed, call me Ronnie. I'm a sixteen- well, was a sixteen year old girl. Now I'm probably around eighteen, but I've lost count. But I know when I'll hit twenty, and you probably ask, 'How do you not know how old you are?'. Well the answer to that, is simple to me, but probably a hard concept for you to grasp onto. I'm a vampire. Half, actually. No, I'm not like Count Dracula, and do not 'Talk like vees!', and sadly, to my disappointment, don't have really hardcore fangs. If you wave a cross in my face, I'll probably laugh. I have a cross bracelet of my own that I love to wear, ironic, huh? And if you try and keep me away from you with garlic, I'll probably put it on my pizza, or give you a piece of gum for your rancid breath. Another common misconception is that we will come and bite you in the jugular, sucking you until you're as dry as a prune. Wrong. Luckily for you, vampires do not kill their victims, you'll just get knocked out, and wake up feeling a little light headed. We'll only take what we need. But there are vampaneze, which you should definitely look out for. Not really hard to miss, some ugly purple mother-fuckers that will definitely take all of your blood without a second thought. Now, you're probably thinking, how is this seemingly normal girl, a vampire? She doesn't look like the typical, vampire welcoming cult member. And you're right, I wasn't. I was the typical blonde haired, blue eyed, girly girl sitting in your algebra class. Always coming to school in sundresses and cowboy boots, or any other kind of outfit that you would probably see in seventeen magazine, and accessorized with rhinestones and sparkly jewelry-your average cookie cutter American girl, that didn't want to be a vampire. But I did, because of a boy. Right now you've probably slammed your hands down on the desk thinking, 'Really! All this for a stupid boy? Girls like you are so stupid, giving your life away for some stupid boy who in a couple of months could care less about you. What kind of an idiot throws their life away for a boy!' and if I was in your position, I would probably think the same thing, but it wasn't just a boy. His name was Darren Shan, and before he even know, I was head over heels in love with him. Ever since in the fifth grade, I kissed him on the playground. He was my best friend, and always was. But when him and his friend Steve, went to this show called the Cirque Du Freak, everything went downhill. Darren was dead, and my whole world had fallen apart right in-front of me. His best friend Steve, came to comfort me. And yes, we kissed. I'm still trying to figure out how to tell Darren that. When I went to go visit Darren's grave, I saw him alive and with an orange haired vampire, who now is my mentor- Mr. Larten Crepsley. Long story short, he told me about the vampires, and the vampaneze. And when I saw Steve for a second time, which was actually the last time I saw him, we kissed once more. Damn, I'm stupid. Yes, there was a small spark inside of me that had a small love for Steve. But that stupid little love triangle was over the second I gave away all my humanity for Darren and became a vampire myself. There was no way that I would ever choose Steve over Darren. I mean, the first time, I thought he was dead! So it doesn't count, right? I have no excuse for the second time. I'm trying to forget that happened. Especially when Steve confessed to me that he was going to be a vampire hunter, and that he would become a vampire no matter what. Basically saying, 'Hey Ronnie! So I'm going to become this power driven monster, but you can still love me, right?'. Wrong. So, in my new wonders of vampirism I traveled to the Cirque Du Freak. Where I met so many new people: Mr. Tall, the ring leader of the Cirque, along with many performers. Gertha Teeth who could bite through anything, Cormac Limbs who could regenerate any body part after it had been removed, Evra Von, the snake boy, and Cassie. The girl who turned out to be my best friend and the captor of Evra's heart. And the one person I wish I didn't meet, was Desmond Tiny. He's this super creepy guy that makes you want to jump out of your skin whenever he was around. He put everyone on edge and I swear, pure evil lies in that man's heart. He's the type of guy that laughs in the face of crying children, and slap their ice-cream cone out of their hands, but worse. He told me about how I was going to be evil. Even though I knew deep in my heart that I wasn't. I had a destiny, to be a monster. And even though I didn't show it, it taunted me every night. I had a destiny to be either a great vampire, or one of the monsters I had despised, a vampaneze. And not just any vampaneze, an accomplice to the vampaneze lord. Once I had become a vampire, I believed that I cheated Mr. Tiny's prophecy, but there's still a chance for me to turn into that person I know I'll never be, the downfall of the clans. Now, I know that I'm really hot headed, and can be super stubborn. But there's no way to ignite rage in my soul that would have my turn on my own cla-family. When Darren and I heard it was time to leave for Vampire Mountain, I was eager to go, but felt as though I was leaving a piece of me behind. Leaving Cassie was one of the hardest things I had to do. But Darren stayed at my side throughout the whole thing. He always was there, and that's why I love him with all of my heart, soul and everything else that I have. But it turns out we have this special connection where we can communicate through our dreams, totally wicked, right? But when I had spoken to her through my subconscious the first time, she had told me that the one and only, Steve Leonard came to the Cirque, looking for me. But there was nothing I could do about it, so I decided to push it out of my mind, and focus on getting to the Mountain. That's where I met my other best friend, Kayden. Who feels like my long lost sister, we're basically the same person in a different body. Of course with our differences, but those our vastly out-weighed by our similarities. I was relieved to be able to have someone at the Mountain, now that Cassie wasn't there to help me. And now, we have to face the trials of death, Darren first, and then I. And I'm going to be there, every second, to help him through it. But this boy, that I had given everything up for, is the only thing I need. And that's why I gave everything up for him. He's the only person that can calm me down, whenever I explode and lose my temper. The only one that can put things into perspective for me, and knows me better than I know myself. He swallows his pride, whenever we fight, because he knows I'd rather die than be the first one to apologize. There's all these reasons why someone wouldn't love me- I'm a hot tempered, hard headed, closed off, smart-ass, brat. But he loves me because of all of that, I'm the farthest thing from perfect, and he takes me at my worst, and loves me at my best. When my world fell apart, he helped me put it back together, he's everything I ask for. I would die for him. He's the love of my life, and I'm pretty sure we were made for each other. But what I didn't know, is that we were made to be each other's destruction.