It seemed like years that Darren lay in that cold water, but it was only moments before that Steve had struck. Darren opened his eyes and slowly crawled on the bank and sprawled out beside Steve. Des Tiny was gone, probably searching for some new evil to commence his game of havoc on the world. He breathed for a while, but then thought it better to sit up and check on his old best friend.
"Steve?" Darren asked. He felt for a pulse, but found none. He looked sadly at the lifeless face of his enemy. Then she came. Wrapped in her usual attire of ropes and an ugly face, there was Evana. Kneeling over Steve, she waved a hand and dropped some greenish substance onto his lips. He began to breathe again. Darren looked at her in immense surprise. "I didn't think you were supposed to do that... toy with the fate of the world..?"
"You both have much in store for you, too much for me to let it slip away. However, I will not tell you what journey you are about to face. It will be long and treacherous, and you must work together. For only an alliance of vampire and vampaneze can bring about this world in the least harmful way possible." With that Lady Evana turned and walked away, a single rope dragging behind her.
Steve took one look at Darren and spat at his feet. "I'll work with you, but I'm going to make sure it'll be the hell that you'll never forget".
"Oh joy," Darren replied, "I look foreword to it."