"Ugh, finally!" I cried when Mr Crepsley prized open the lid of my coffin. "It's a good thing you came when you did. I reckon another few hours and I would have run out of air and *actually* died."
"Well, you are alive now. That is all that matters," he lifted me out of the grave, setting me down on the ground. "You are probably feeling a bit stiff. Try to walk around, work some feeling back into your body. And do not be seen!"
"Alright," I sighed, already wishing I hadn't done what I had done. Everything Echo had said to me weighed on my mind. I should have told her. I should have been there for her. I should never have abandoned her.
I heard a rustling in the leaves as I walked, but I figured it was probably just a squirrel. Better safe than sorry though, I hid behind a particularly large headstone until the sound had passed. I thought I saw a shadow flitting between the nearby trees as I made my way back to Mr Crepsley, thanking the god and goddess that I hadn't been seen. I probably looked a fright, having just been pulled out of a grave. If somebody saw me, they would freak out, attract attention, and then I would be in real trouble.
Thankfully, I knew Echo well enough to know that she wouldn't tell anyone else that I was still alive. She might do everything in her power to get back at me, but she was too stubborn and too proud to let anyone else know what she was up to.
"Mr Crepsley?" I was approaching the place where my grave had been.
"Yes," he answered curtly.
"I should never have done this," I sighed, sitting down on the ground.
"No child, I see it now. This was a foolish move. But I cannot take back what I have done. You are a half-vampire now. There is no turning back."
"I understand," I smiled sadly, thinking about the life I had left behind. Although, perhaps this would be an adventure. Something new to distract me from the dull moments of everyday life. Perhaps I ought to look forward, not back.
Although some part of me was still very worried about Echo, knowing that what we had done was wrong, I forced myself to think positively. The Data War has been so long ago, the Coven barely even a distant memory. It was finally time for a new journey to begin.
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Empty Memories of a home Long Forgotten
FantasyA Darren Shan / Sunset Forest AU, In which two children of the Safeira take on a journey they were always meant to walk, and wind up on opposite sides for a war that they were always destined to fight.
