Vampirate Ship Ahoy Darren Shan
"Why exactly do we have to go on a rickety ship in the first place? I thought you hated boats? I'm easily sea sick. Your doing this to get back at me for that prank aren't you?" Darren sat the heavy bags down and exaggerated by falls down onto them.
Mr Crepsley put the one bag he was carrying that was no bigger than a woman's purse and scowled at his apprentice. "We are here on business and that is final."
"Can't we take a break? I've been lugging this stuff since the hotel."
"It will provide extra stimuli to your strength."
"The hotel is an hour away by taxi. You made us walk two extra hours."
"It would have wasted food money." Darren fell back onto the bags and sighed. He was a half vampire rotating around the world with his mentor Larten Crepsley and the only gift he was ever given was Mr Crepsley's bag to carry around to increase his muscles. When he open his eyes he screeched and jumped up. He thought he was being attacked by a giant hairy monster only to look up and see it was the long hairy legs of the sea crewmen they ran into and were talking to earlier on the docks.
"I wouldn't want to part ways just yet scuttle buggers." The crew man snorted then let loose a huge hunker of a sneeze and nearly missed blowing off Darren's foot. Mr Crepsley gave one of his I'm not one to smile so here's the closest grimace face and shook the sailors hand. "We appreciate the generosity. Now it is time for us to leave." He picked up his bags, the small one, and Darren heaved the others with all their clothes, really it was two small duffel bags but one was Mr Crepsley and weighed ten times more than possible to stuff in it. They headed away from the squared sailor but apparently he didn't get the message. "I wouldn't sail these waters now mate. Especially during the dark moon."
Darren looked back staring at the man, Mr Crepsley didn't hesitate in step at all nor turned around. "Why not?" Darren said. Mr Crepsley stopped and turned back to him. "We are not here to enjoy the side conversations Darren. We must go or miss our boat."
"What about what he said, I am not going out there in a storm. People get lost and shipwrecked on all kinds of creepy places. Didn't you ever watch a movie when the boat is gone for three days and then when the police finally come there's nothing left?"
"No." Mr Crepsley stared at him quizically. "I have no reason to brain wash myself. Television is a waste of young energy. Old people have more energy than children who do nothing except sit on their arses all day. Why, just look in a mirror, you are full proof." He smiled. Darren muttered under his breath causing Mr Crepsley to swat his ear but Darren dodged it having learned the old bats tricks.
"You're willing to take risk in a storm?" The sailor shook is head then took a step toward Darren and pointed is finger on his chest. "There be something bigger than a storm out there. And much deadlier too! I'm warning you, don't go out there or else you'll never come back, alive that is."
Darren shrug his shoulders. "Being dead isn't all that bad. Ouch!" Mr Crepsley swatted him behind his head.
"Your warning is heard with much caution but my son and I will be going." Mr Crepsley dragged Darren behind him. Darren struggled to no a vail and the sailor stared long and hard after them. He spit at a nearby barrel and swatted his hat at the twosome. "Let it be your graves. I won't be bothering to fish your sorry souls out them waters. He-hehehe!" The sailor walked away.
Darren managed to pull the stronger vampire's arm and brought some air back into his throat. Darren gagged and Mr Crespely dumped him near the landing docks. When Darren could breath again he rubbed his throat and looked out into the sea. This morning it was foggy, but now there was so many fog Darren thought he had stepped onto a barren planet. He zipped his sweater closer to his chest, Mr Crepsley demanded him to change out of his pirate costume, Darren didn't want to at first but then Mr Crepsley told him they were going on a ship and they didn't need more attention than needed. That meant Darren went shoping and spent all of his money, technically Mr Crepsley's, and bought himself a few new clothes. Larten was in his same red ropes with matching red pants and jacket. Darren knew he had a hat on him somewhere but when he asked about it the fog settling over the sun was the vampires answer.
Darren didn't know what kind of ship they would get on but he guessed there wouldn't be that many people or a huge ship at all in the very least. Darren settled his mind on a small, tiny, dingy with no closed bathroom or a better version of a private motor boat; but all the horror films spilled into this thought and the only thing he could was a deck covered in blood. Yeah, Darren couldn't think of anything beside tv horror but said nothing that would inflate Larten's ego.
Finally, a dark shape took over the horizon and the twosome gathered their bags and waited for the ship. It might have been the fog playing tricks on Darren's eyes but his sight was far shaper than any human's even in bright daylight. The ship was huge and its mast were opened proudly to catch the incoming wing but the mast themselves looked as though they were in the shape of two black wings. Darren thought of boats flying acrossed the ocean waters and thought of it has magic when he was younger. Or, before he became a walking dead but to see this picture before him now, Darren shook his head and looked over to see whar Mr Crepsley's reaction was. Unfortunately for Darren even with his time spent with Mr Crepsley the vampire was always good at hiding his feelings from his face, this time was no different.
The boat stopped about fifty yards away. A small boat was seen lowered down from the side of brige and slowly rolled its way toward them. When the boat reached docks Mr Crepsley immediately began to load himself on. Darren looked at him then back at the boat and turned to see if anyone was watching, or if he could easily hide and get away somewhere.
"What is it now?" Darren looked up at Larten. "Get on. Instead of gawking at the birds."
"Did you notice not that its anything important but that boat just rowed itself out."
"Yes. I am aware."
"Boats don't do that! I'm not getting on." He crossed his arms.
"Get on the boat Darren."
"No way. I don't do creepy haunted boats."
"You are a vampire prince, start acting like one."
"The Vampire Princes are smart, heroic, and alive because they don't ride haunted boats."
"Vampires are dead walking corpses Mister Shan. Now unless you want to be a full fledge walking corpse you will get on the damn boat." It was stare down between boat and swimming. Darren didn't budge. Mr Crepsley was a full vampire with wice as much strength and speed than a half vampire. Darren held his stomach as he crouched over the side of the boat and Mr Crepsley had to hold onto his shirt so he wouldn't fall over. When the boat was pulled up Mr Crepsley helped his poor assistant over the railing and pulled him up to his feet. Darren heaved the laat of his empty stomach to the sea and wiped his mouth. He breathed in deeply then took a look at his sea bound prison. Darren crossed his brow and said, "um, where did everybody go?"
A working progress. All criticism welcomed to make this a better story. If you haven't read Vampirates Im telling you its awesome. Fell in love with it with the first book.
Of course Darren Shan owns himself and Mr Crepsley. Justin Somper owns the Vampirate ship. Both totally wicked authors XD
Pps A few more new stories heading your way. Another Darren Shan story; The Missing series story and a hell of a lot more characters in Ultimate Xover some so random it'll be hilarious