Chapter six

Two months later.

'I was so wrong...' Darren thought. He was sitting in front of the window looking outside with his chin resting on the windowsill, a bit of saliva leaking out of the corner of his mouth from sheer boredom.

'Crepsley is not as interesting a toy as I had first thought.' Darren absentmindedly scratched behind Bloodshed and Blasphemy's ears. It was daytime so Crepsley was asleep, Darren couldn't play with him right now, Amaimon was still visiting Gehenna and he had no other 'toys' seeing as Steve was off trying to become a vampire hunter. 'Better that than an exorcist.' Darren thought popping a piece of candy in his mouth he decided to go out.

Darren was walking down the street of a small neighbourhood near the hotel they were staying at. He was still bored, but at least he was doing something while he was. He needed some toys that were awake during the day. Darren continued walking until he stumbled upon a group of kids who were playing hockey. They asked him if he wanted to join in. Darren agreed hoping they would at least alleviate his boredom. Sadly they left much to be desired, and Darren was just bored while playing hockey. Until one of them decided to get rough and 'accidentally' smash his hockey stick against the base of Darren's spine, wrenching his tail (which had been uncomfortably wrapped around his torso) upwards painfully. Darren managed to cover up the animalistic squeal of pain that escaped his mouth as he began to see red. In one quick motion Darren was up, running and sweeping the boy's legs from under him by the knees. The boy fell to the ground with a scream of agony while Darren just watched coolly. The boy's legs were a mangled bloody mess of flesh and bone.

"Holy crap! Look at his legs!" one of the other boys said, panic in his voice.

"Someone call an ambulance!" Another called.

"That guy's a demon!" One said looking straight at Darren, who grinned showing his fangs, and walked off.

The next evening as they were settling down to eat the rabbit stew Darren had prepared Crepsley finally broached the subject.

"What happened back in town?" Darren grimaced in an attempt to keep the grin from appearing on his face. Mr. Crepsley mistook the grimace as one of sadness. Darren was still sulking from Crepsley's choice of sleeping arrangements, an abandoned church. There had been jugs of (holy) water, and walls and a roof over their heads, which were covered in wards and seals that defended against demons. Darren could break through the wards fairly easily, but it still stung each time he did so. Crepsley could walk through easily and he drank the holy water, 'odd'... Darren made a note of that in his notebook. He had assumed that vampires would be similar to demons, and therefore have similar weaknesses. Darren glanced up from his reverie and realized Crepsley was still awaiting an answer.

"I hurt someone, broke his legs." He said chewing on his thumbnail. Crepsley watched him with concern.

"Something has been bothering you..." He stated hoping to get Darren to open up. Darren continued to chew his thumbnail in thought.

'How do I phrase it...? I need some...Toys? No that's not right...Oh friends! That's it!'

"I need friends." Darren said. Crepsley nodded in understanding.

"I understand, and I have been thinking... What if we—"Crepsley began, but stopped when he saw a figure detach itself from the shadows and place a hand on Darren's shoulder.

"Yo." Amaimon said, raising the hand that wasn't resting on Darren's shoulder in greeting.

"Hey, Nii-san." Darren replied easily. It took Crepsley a few moments to place his face but he soon remembered him as the foreign exchange student staying at Darren's house.

"...He's not supposed to know that you are alive." Crepsley said to Darren, pointing to Amaimon with shock.

"Well, obviously he knows that I am in fact not dead, so what now?" Darren asked. Crepsley pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Nothing can be done now. As I had been saying, what if we rejoined the Cirque?" Darren perked up at the suggestion.

"Okay, when do we leave?" Darren asked, dishing out a helping of stew for Amaimon, who sat down beside Darren and accepted the plate. Darren poured some milk into a saucepan and set it on the ground. It was a routine that made Crepsley wonder if Darren was completely sane. He said it was for his pets, but Crepsley never saw anything, but the milk was always gone when Darren picked the saucepan back up. It was curious, almost as curious as the second person sitting across from him. He had green and black hair and a bored expression. Long black fingernails and wearing a pair of green, elbow length glove that were missing the fingers. Overall his wardrobe would be considered punk. Crepsley watched as Amaimon reached into his pocket and pulled out a box of what Crepsley first assumed to be cigarettes, (and they were, but of the chocolate variety) and offered one to Darren, who gladly took it and munched on it happily, paper and all(1). Crepsley decided to ponder the odd behaviour of the two, and told them to start packing while he located the Cirque. They complied and set off to gather everything.

"So what did Father say?" Darren asked packing up the foldable dishes they'd used for supper. Amaimon was scratching Bloodshed's stomach while Blasphemy attempted to gain Darren's attention.

"He was happy that you were unsealed and adapting to your powers easily, but he was pretty distracted. Apparently we have a younger brother named Rin." Amaimon said chewing his thumbnail.

"Really? How old is he?" Darren asked curiously. Amaimon nodded.

"About ten I think. He was born here in Assiah, like you." He replied standing up. They had finished packing while they spoke, and went to find Crepsley.

Crepsley met them.

"I found out where they are, and they are not far from here so we can just flit and get there quickly, except..." Crepsley glanced at Amaimon. Darren followed his glance.

"Don't worry about Nii-san, he'll probably get there before us." Crepsley looked at Darren oddly, then to Amaimon who didn't seem to be paying attention. He shrugged and let it go.

They arrived at the Cirque. There were a few tents and vans scattered about the clearing. The Cirque had set up camp in the middle of nowhere. As Darren had predicted, Amaimon was already waiting for them.

"Yo." Crepsley just gave up trying to understand how the green haired man did anything. Instead he led them to Mr. Tall's tent. Arriving there, they were ushered into his trailer, and sitting in a chair sipping tea was a demon that Darren didn't recognize, but Amaimon and Crepsley did.

"Aniki." Amaimon said, nodding to him.

"Mephisto Pheles." Crepsley greeted curtly, nodding to the gaily dressed man. Mephisto acknowledged Amaimon with a nod and turned his attention to Darren and Crepsley.

"Larten Crepsley, always a pleasure I'm sure." Mephisto tipped his hat to Crepsley and turned to examine Darren.

"So this is one of our newest outotos huh?" He grinned, poking him with his umbrella.

AN/: Wooh that chapter didn't take long to write, ut it took ages to copy from my 'special notebook' . Mephisto made an appearance and Rin was mentioned. Yay!

Have you ever had a chocolate cigarette before? Theyre good and wrapped in paper so they look like real cigarettes, somebody looked at me like i was evil when i ate one. I think i was in a movie theatre.

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