Hey, okay, a change in plan. This is the last chapter. I'm going to make this in to a three part story. The third part will be Dan more like a teenager, not going to tell anymore, but I think it will be good.
I hope you'll enjoy this last chapter, I stressed with it (sort of lost it and had to rewrite it all. Tried to make it as good as the one I lost).
Disclaimer: I do not own Darren Shan or Harry Potter or Everybody hurts. They belong to Darren Shan, J. and REM.
Dan looked around at some very confused people.
"That's not possible!" he heard a bushy haired girl say.
"If everyone could please calm down, and you," the old man pointed at them, "three could come with me," the man said and started to walk out of the room.
Dan and his father and Vancha followed the old man out and towards a statue. "Lemon Drop." The statue started to move, the man went up with it, and they couldn't do much more that follow him. They came into a round room. "Please sit down, do you want some tea?" They all shook their head. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Now, could you perhaps tell me your names, and why you're here?" The man, Albus, looked at them with two twinkling eyes.
"My name is Darren Shan, and this is my son Dan, and my friend Vancha. And we're looking for a safe place to stay," Darren said, looking a bit out of place.
"This was the safest place I could find," Dan said.
"I see," the man said thoughtfully. "Well, let me show you to a room where you can stay." He smiled.
They followed him through the hallways, and there Dan saw moving pictures, moving stairs and ghosts.
"This place in amazing daddy," Dan pointed out, and knew that his inner child was out again. His father looked closely at him. "Dan?"
"Yes daddy?" Dan looked strait in to his father eyes, trying to get the message over.
"Is there a problem?" Albus asked.
"No, everything is fine," Darren answered smiling.
They were showed to a portrait, and got a password: mars bar. Dan couldn't figure that out, but guest that it was a safe one.
Inside, Albus left them to do what they pleased. Dan looked around and it was looked rather nice.
"Now, what are we doing here?" Vancha looked at Dan.
Dan himself just giggled and Vancha frowned.
"I guess we just have to wait and see," Darren said looking out the window.
The next day Dan was exploring the castle, and he had already gotten himself a fan club. A bunch of girls that thought he was adorable. Dan had managed to shake them of but he guessed it would take them long to find him. Dan were standing by a portrait of a fat lady, trying to figure what way to go, when the portrait suddenly opened. And Dan went inside, guessing that he could hide in here.
He saw that the room was in red and gold, and he could remember that some of the students had that colour on their ties. Maybe this was their home base or something. "Hey there, are you lost?" Dan turned around and met two brown eyes.
"No, I'm hiding," Dan answered.
"From whom?" the girl asked.
"Some girls," Dan looked around in the room.
"Why don't you come and sit down, my friends will be here any minute," she smiled.
"So you're Dan, right?"
"Yeah, that's me," he smiled.
She didn't have time to say more. Two boys came in and crashed on the sofa.
"God, can she be a bigger pain in the ass?" the red head asked.
"We are taking her subject, you know," the raven haired one said after.
"Was class that bad?" the girl asked them.
"You can't imagine Hermione, it was horrible," the red head complained again.
"Hey, who's your friend?" the raven haired boy asked'.
"This is Dan - that kid that showed up in the great hall," Hermione said.
"And look at this, we're suppose to see something in this ball," the red head hadn't stopped.
The glass ball caught Dan's eyes. He could see in it, and he got an idea. Dan moved closer, looking into it.
"What's he doing?" a male voice asked, but Dan was too far gone to know who.
Dan was in a small town, it looked kind of old. There were many people there, walking around, they seemed afraid of something.
"Five minutes to dark!" someone shouted out. "Everyone inside, the dark ones are coming!" Dan looked around. Dark ones? Dan walked around; there was something he was supposed to see.
He walked in to an alley, and saw a man bent over a woman.
"Like the sun's going to stop me from getting some food!" the man mumbled. The man looked out on the street, and Dan could say that he looked like someone else. "Stupid vampaneze, ruining everything."
"Hey!" A hand landed on his shoulder. Dan looked to see that raven haired boy looking at him, waving a hand in front of his eyes.
"Are you okay?" the boy actually looked worried.
"Yeah, I want to go to daddy," Dan said.
"Did he just see something in this thing?" the other boy asked. "That's not even possible!"
"Oh Ronald, of course he didn't, now let's take him to his father," she said.
Back with his father, and when they were alone, Dan was trying to figure a way to talk to his father and Vancha, the whole mind thing wasn't working either.
"Daddy, we have to go," he said.
"Dan this is a safe place."
"But we really have to go," Dan tried again. Darren looked at his son. "Why?"
"I saw him, and we have to go. He's leaving," Dan said taking his father's hand.
"But shouldn't we…" Darren started, but Dan took Vancha's hand, and then they were in that same town as Dan had seen in the crystal ball.
"Five minutes to dark," a man shouted. Dan blinked, shaking his head.
"Dan what are we doing here?" Darren looked at his son.
"Better yet… where is here?" Vancha said.
"Come on, he's leaving," Dan said running for the ally he saw him in.
Dan came upon the same scene.
"Like sun's going to stop me from getting food!" the man mumbled. "Stupid vampaneze ruining everything-" and the man looked strait at him. And Dan saw that he were about to run.
"Don't," Dan said holding up his hands.
"I don't know what you saw kid," the man got closer. "But," he didn't get any farther."
"Hey, get away from my son," Darren said.
"Well, if it isn't the famous prince," the man said, then looked confused.
"Son?" he looked down at Dan.
"Yeah, now are you a Crepsley?"
"Okay kid, I'm sorry about your mentor. I don't know what you expected when you got here, but I'm a lone wolf." The man turned around, ready to leave.
"Hey, stop, that's an order." Darren didn't like to use his rank like that, but he would do it in a situation like that.
"Yes, your highness." The man bowed down.
"Hey cut that out, we need your help, that's why we're here," Dan said.
"And the kid's got an attitude."
"I got more than an attitude, but that's not the point. We need your help. Your suppose to take us somewhere, and it is going to be important,"
"As if I am… Find some one else to bother."
"We can't. We need a Crepsley," Dan said. "If you don't take us with you, you're going to die." Dan dared him.
"And you'll leave me alone after this?"
"Fine," the men said, defeated.
"What's your name," Darren then asked.
"Vladimir," he smiled.
They were walking, not knowing where they were going.
"Did you know he had relatives?" Darren asked Vancha.
"No. But then again he never was the one to speak up about his family."
"He did tell me that he had a big family, but not that anyone was alive."
"As if he would know," Vladimir said. "Can't say he actually wanted anyone to turn. Warned us about it even. But I was never the one to listen," he smiled. "Can't say I really regret it."
They walked on in silence after that, until they came to a field with horses on it.
"That's it!" Dan said, running towards the horses.
"What?" Vancha said.
Dan stood there with the horses; they were even saddled, ready to go. His father and the other came up after him.
"We're supposed to ride to wherever we're going," Dan smiled.
"I hate riding," Vancha exclaimed.
They rid through the woods. The horses were calm as ever. Dan had started to feel the effects disappearing again.
"Dad," he said riding up on his father's side.
"Yes," Darren said taking himself out of a trance.
"You're going to have to fight this yourself."
"What are you talking about?"
"Dad, I'm disappearing again, and Vladimir is going to run, he was never supposed to fight in the first place. And Vancha is going to be busy."
"Doing what?" Darren asked, but Dan didn't respond. Darren knew that Dan was gone for now and knew what Vancha was going to do.
"Vancha," Darren rid up to him.
The man looked at him.
"I want you to stay here with Dan, he's gone for now, and can't defend himself if something were to happen," Darren looked at them man seriously. He knew that Vancha liked a good fight.
"Okay, if that is what you want."
Darren and Vladimir came up to a clearing and he knew that this was the place.
"Well, it has been great knowing you kid, but this is where I leave," Vladimir said.
"I know," Darren said. He got off the horse, and went inside the cave.
It was dark inside, and Darren could hear some chanting. It sounded like Latin, but he couldn't be sure. He wasn't an expert on languages. Darren walked in to a bigger hall inside the cave.
"-semper mea," a voice said. For a moment Darren thought he recognised the voice.
He saw the man cut his arm, and let the blood drop down onto a star that was painted in what looked like blood.
Darren took a step, and hit a rock. The man turned around and saw him and was over him before he could blink.
"Steve?" Darren looked at the man in amazement.
"So, you've come to stop me? Do you really think you can stop me?" Steve asked looking at him.
"Stop you?" Darren looked at him confused. Steve hit him, and he flew across the cave.
"Don't play dumb, I know why you're here."
Darren looked around the room, and he looked at the star again, and he recognised it to be a pentagram, and painted in blood. That couldn't be a good thing. Stop me. Steve thought he was here to stop him, from doing what? Darren wanted to ask him. He was here to stop that thing from getting him and his family. But could… Was it Steve that was making that thing?!
Steve had gone back to the pentagram.
"Non …" Steve started, but Darren weren't going to let him finish whatever he had started. Darren got up, and ran straight in to Steve, tackling him down to the floor.
"What are you doing?" Steve yelled.
"I'm stopping you."
Darren thought he was winning, he had Steve to the ground, but then somehow Steve managed to turn things around and was on top of him, holding a knife to his throat.
"No, this time it's your turn to die!" Steve said. Darren closed his eyes, waiting for the knife to penetrate his throat, but it never happened. Darren saw Steve frozen on top of him, an arrow sticking out of his chest.
"Argh," and he fell to the floor. Darren sat up and saw Vancha coming walking towards him.
"Didn't I tell you to stay with Dan?" Darren asked him, as Vancha helped him up.
"Is that how you say thank you to someone that just saved you sorry ass?" Vancha smiled and Darren shook his head.
Dan took them back to Vampire Mountain, where they saw Alisa again.
"Thank God you're back" she hugged Darren, and then Dan.
Darren and Vancha took turns to tell the story, and everyone listen.
"Steve!" Alisa said. "Didn't you kill him?!"
"That's what I thought, until I saw him," Darren pointed out.
"I'm so glad you're okay," Alisa hugged Dan.
Back home, Alisa and Darren decided to celebrate that they were together again.
"So, he's going to stay like a kid until he grows up now?" Alisa asked. Dan had manages to say a bit before "disappearing", and turning in to a five year old kid again.
"That's what he said," Darren said. Alisa then made dinner, and they ate it.
"God it's good to be back," Darren said, sitting down on the sofa.
Alisa stood by the stereo, and put on a song.
When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on.
Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.
Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along.
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.
Everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends.
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand.
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone
If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on.
Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes.
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on.
Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. (repeat & fade)
(Everybody hurts. You are not alone.)
They finished the night in their bedroom, where another little miracle happened.
So what did you think?
I will put out a note here when I have put out chapter one of the third part, for those of you who what's to read that one as well.
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Until next time…