Note: I have only read up to the sixth volume, Currently reading seven. So I want to say spoiler alert for those who haven't read it. I know the vampeneze lord is steve, and im bummed cause i love steve. But What keeps me from going on with reading is that I know Mr. Crepsley dies, and i dont want him to. So i haven't continued reading v.v

Disclaimer: I do not own Cirque Du Freak, Darren Shan does. I just merly love him is all 3

*** Excuse the spelling mistakes and errors. I haven't brushed up on my english vocab in a bit so you may have to bear (lol spelling mistake?) with me please :)

Setting: (I'd say this is arround the end of book 6, or start of book 7. Some where in this general Area)

(im going to only mentiona brief part of Mr. Tiny coming and explaining the Vampire lord and stuff :3 then the rest is pure fan fiction based. And may not make sence, But I have some fedish with fever's. And was sad to find no one had made one of Darren . So i decided to :D)

Our story begins:

He had started to feel the weakness after Mr. tiny left. Anxiousness, fear, frustration, Such feelings running through his body. It left him emotionally exhausted. Others had noticed, Mr. Crepsley, Seba, Harkat, even the other Princes. That Darren had sluggishly been wandering around, Mentally preparing himself to go forth and search for the Vampeneze Lord. His eyes blood shot, Dark circles forming. His skin had taken on a sickly hue, much paler than any half vampire should be.

Darren had barely eaten a thing, almost little to non blood had he drank. Only when being coaxed into it by Harkat, or Mr. Crepsley. So much on his mind, sometimes breathing would slip his mind, and he found himself gasping for air.

Day after Day this had gone on. Keeping to himself, ignoring others. Almost as if he was on auto pilot. Everything was instict, was pre-programmed. And if it was forgotton then it was ignored. Till one day a burning heat brought him back. It had started in his stomach, then his head. Until it had streamed its way through his whole body. Waves of heat, hot flashes, nausea plagued him every night. As he was trying to sleep in his cell. Keeping harkat up, worrying over the half-blooded youth.

Tossing and turning, moaning, sighing. And at some point over countless hours, maybe even days. Darren had been sucked into a nightmare. Dark shadows. Watching Gaffer die, then Arra, and even if that wasn't painful enough. Mr. Crepsley had also died in this nightmare, slowly the life left his eyes as Darren was helpless to do nothing but watch., on the side of the waking world, Darren let out the most hearbreaking, strangled cry. successfully waking Mr. Crepsley, and sending Harkat into a severe panic.

As Mr. crepsley burst into the room to find Harkat trying to reach a Thrashing Darren, who had somehow ended up in a tangled heap of sheets on the floor. Moaning and crying out. He shook violently.

"Darren!" Mr. Crepsley held darren close to his chest. "Darren wake up!" Shaking Darren a bit, The young boy creaked his eyes open, then they rolled back into his head. And with a shuttering breath Darren passed out.

It was only then with everything going on, that Larten felt the surging fever. Quickly placing his hand on Darren's head and then his cheak. He picked Darren up ran back to his cell, with Harkat right at his heels. He placed Darren in his Coffin, went off to go and get his former Teacher, Seba.

Tbc.

I always try to make chapters long, but it never turns out that way. Guess I dun have that kinda gift :(

well wanna review for me?

S'il vous plait :D

I know where im going with this, but just for the fun. Does anyone have any Idea's? Anything they would like to see happen ;)

Comment please and thank you~ 3