Hi guys this is a one-shot dedicated to Arra & Larten… Their love will truly never die…

I will try to fix you~

True Love never dies

When Kurda unexpectedly threw Arra off the bars, all she could do was turn her face away in shock and defiance. As the cheers of their spectators rang chillingly in her sensitive ears, a wave of nausea shook her to the core.

Tears threatening to crash down her hardened face, Arra took one look at the soft faced Kurda then ran as fast as she could out of the hall. It was only when she was in a dark tunnel, and when the jeers of the vampires left her behind, could she slow down and grieve for her spoilt reputation. Of all people- Kurda Smahlt! The rogue that feared to shed blood in a battle. Even that young Darren Shan was braver than the prince to be. Arra spat disgusted and ashamed on the ground and furiously wiped her tears away. She shivered as she remembered her reaction- resentment, hysteria, offended, totally outlandish. Her knees trembled as she leant against the wall of the tight tunnel and she doubted she could face anyone ever again.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Her sharp ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching. Her heart roared as she crouched down tight to conceal her self from anymore shame.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of the footsteps were deafening now. The heavy, but gentle and careful footsteps were of some she knew and once loved. Still, she could not show her face. Especially not to the love of her life. Or the one who was the love of her life.

Wait. Who was she kidding? He was still the one, and always had been. Arra's bottom lip trembled as she yearned for his arms to circle her once again. She was almost half tempted to call his name out...

'Hello?' A deep, lenient voice called out.

Ah, Larten always had a way with women.

But Arra stayed where she was and stuffed her fist into her mouth to prevent her cries from escaping into the heart of her beloved.

'Is it you, Arra, my dear?' Larten said, his voice the equivalent of water lapping silently upon serene waves.

Arra bit down with all her might wishing Larten had not come at one of her weakest moments in life. Please Larten, she begged silently. Not now, my love, not now!

However, Larten's kind heart did not let go of her devastated presence. The atmosphere reeked of disappointment and shattered pride, and after seeing Kurda knock off his angel, he knew it must be Arra hiding in the shadows.

'Please, come out, darling.' Larten said, a hint of sadness edging his voice. 'I am here for you, as I have always been.'

Arra took her fist away from her mouth, and a string of wails escaped her mouth. She didn't move though. She just sat in the corner and let her aching pride take over her normally beautiful posture.

Larten's shadow enclosed on the corner where Arra was crouching. She could make out the outline of his orange hair that curled upright into the darkness, and his red cape clutched tightly around his muscular frame. Without a word he held a hand out and crouched on one knee.

Arra stared at Larten with watery eyes thinking that he would have made a most gallant, and beautiful prince. Yet, Larten threw his life away, left her heart broken, and left his rightful place as a prince in Vampire Mountain. How could she forgive him for that? He left her for almost half a century and she had been grieving for all that time, hoping that one day he'd be back.

Here he is though, Arra thought to herself. And he's just the same as ever, looking out for me, and caring for me... We had a connection ever since we met for the first time in Evanna's home. He loves me, and I love him...

Her eyes red and stinging, she took his hand, crouched up, bent her head down in a low bow, and then kissed his hand. Larten smiled. He then leant in and kissed Arra gently on every finger, so carefully pressing his lips on her pale flesh and left them lingering on the only piece of jewellery that Arra wore. The ring that he gave her when he'd left...