Disclaimer: I in no way am saying that I own the Saga of Darren Shan/Larten Crepsley. I am not that lucky. I am simply a fan.
Obediently, Aradia followed the Prince closely, not wanting to get lost. He was tall, easily over six feet high. She had to crane her neck to look into his dark, piercing eyes. Whenever he caught her gaze with his own, she quickly glanced away as if she had been caught doing something. The same happened when she caught him looking sideways at her. After a few minutes of this, she brought it up.
"Any particular reason for this?" She asked him, arching an eyebrow. "Or do you do this to all vampires? Just weird them out to see if they are really dedicated, that how you guys play this game?" When he didn't answer, she continued. "So…trying to play the cool, silent, dark type? How about the Edward Scissorhands look? 'Cause, guy, you're never gonna win any cosplay contests looking like that."
She persisted with such words, trying to rile him up, get him to talk to her at least. Finally, he said, "I do not know anyone by the name of Scissorhands, nor how they dress. I hope you realize that by helping you, I am giving up my time for you. Just as easily, I could leave you here to find the Hall for yourself." He scowls again, and says, "Who was your sire, where is he?" the Prince stops walking, turning to Aradia.
She shrugs, a small smile on her face. "I don't know. Not even his name and I can barely remember his face. Almost immediately after my blooding, he was killed, leaving me by myself."
At her answer, the Prince scowls again, and Aradia laughs, then says, "You know, you do that a lot. It isn't really healthy, either. Gives you wrinkles."
For some reason, perhaps stress coupled with Aradia's innocently annoying questions, the Prince snapped, swinging a flat hand out like a sword, his long fingernails coming for her face. This made her laugh, and she ducked before saying, "Not gonna work, buddy. You're going to have to be faster than that!"
One hand placed on the ground of the tunnel, she swung out a leg, tripping up the raven-like Prince. A large grin became plastered on her face, revealing straight white teeth. Righting herself as the older vampire stumbles, she sends two quick punches to his midsection. The two endure for several minutes, neither gaining the upper hand on the other. Pretty soon, a medium-sized crowd gathers, everyone wondering who this woman was, to hold her own against a Prince.
Aradia uses her slim size to her advantage, dancing around his blows, while he uses his strength to absorb all she can throw at him. In the tight quarters of the hall, both constantly find themselves against a wall, but both also break out of it quickly. After ducking another attack from the Prince, she jumps back up, catching him beneath the jaw. He responds by tripping her, and as she lands on the ground, he spits out blood. The two vampires, separated by over two hundred years in age, were equals. Aradia, her smile never leaving her face, and the Prince, trying to keep his ground against her, both were locked in a stalemate against the other, neither willing to back down.
The younger vampire's smile grows wider, and she says, her voice low and hardly above a whisper, "This is why I was chosen to become a vampire." She takes a breath and rushes at the Prince, catching his elbow and twisting it around to his back. "Hmm…should I break your arm? I don't know, probably would get me in a load of shit later. You're not worth it." She pushes him forwards, kicking him in the back of the knee, forcing him down.
The spectators all watch in silenced awe, amazed that Aradia had forced a Prince to his knees without breaking a sweat or a bone. And on her first day at the mountain! The Prince got to his feet again, ready to retaliate against her, but she was already striding down the hall, heading towards the area he had called the Hall of Princes.
End Chapter 3