WAZ UP?!?! I know I haven't been updating my other stories and IM SORRY! I TRUELY REALLY AM! I will try harder. Anyway I just made this story because I was bored, but I think I've written it very well and I'm proud of myself. Please bear with me if it doesn't make sense at some points and this isn't a Darren/Larten fic! If it seems like that then its just Mr. C acting protective over Darren because Darren *sniff* is like a son to him :)


Mr. Crepsley and me were searching all night for any hint of the vampanzez. We found a dead body, drained of blood, with 3 inconspicuous scares on his left cheek.

After finding nothing more, we headed home

*Time passes and Darren and Mr. Crepsley are playfully arguing*

I turned around sharply and was just about to make a snappy comeback when my vision started to blur and a sudden dizziness overwhelmed me. I staggered back and put my hand to my forehead to try to calm myself.

Mr. Crepsley, sensing my distress, shot out of his chair and was in front of me in an instant.

"What is wrong?" He asked, worry and concern etched in his voice.

"I'm fine" I assured him, and steadied my self

"No, you are not, what is wrong?" he used more authority in his voice this time.

"I'm Oka-" then a sharp pain shot up from my chest and I gasped as I grasped the side of the desk for support.

"By the Black Blood of Hornon Oan tell me what is wrong!" He cried desperately as he put his arm around me for support and I welcomed the offer, my legs were felling awfully week.

"Pain" I gasped "week." Were the last words I uttered before my legs completely collapsed and Mr. Crepsley was just able to catch me with his super vampire speed.

"DARREN!" He yelled as I was carried in his arms and then laid on the couch.

Alarm concern and frantic horror were only some of the emotions that passed through his eyes that I managed to see before darkness enveloped me and I drifted into unconsciousness.


When I awoke I was in a bed with a blanket strewn over me. My head hurt and I was sore all over. Mr. Crepsley was asleep in a big cushy chair next to the bed, covered only with his red cape. From the sun peaking through the blinds I could tell it was early in the evening and it would soon be night.

My throat was dry so, as to not wake Mr. Crepsley, I quietly sat up and swung my legs off the side of the bed.

As soon as I stood, however, my legs collapsed underneath me and I fell to the floor with a thud.

Startled by the noise, Mr. Crepsley shot upright so fast his chair fell over and he immediately looked at the bed I not to long ago occupied.

"Darren?" he asked not seeing me, because I was on the other side of the bed then he.

I tried getting up but there was utterly no strength in my arms. After about a minute of useless attempts I raised my arm and said:

"Down here!"

He came around and helped lift me into bed, in a sitting up position. He sat beside me on the bed and stared at me with eyes filled only with worry.

"What happened to you?" He asked. He was referring to the unpleasantness that had occurred only with a few hours ago, of course.

To be honest, I wasn't really sure. I was feeling perfectly normal (for a vampire) and then suddenly I was filled with pain that was only relieved by the utter nothingness that was sleep.

"I don't know" I said helplessly, "I was fine, then a sudden dizziness overwhelmed me, then pain, then nothing"

Mr. Crepsley frowned

"How do you feel now?" he asked as his hands pulled up my shirt and he checked over my body for any injuries that may have caused this.

"My side hurts a bit" I gasped as a sudden flair of pain shot up my right side.

Before Mr. Crepsley hands even touched my side to see what's wrong the sudden flair turned into a burst of agony and I screamed in anguish. Mr. Crepsley was so alarmed he spun around to see if somehow a foe had entered without his noticing.

Finding no one in his line of vision he turned back to me, realizeing, with a tortured expression, he could do nothing to help. A look of utter helplessness appeared on his face.

The pain was so excruciating tears were welling up in my eyes and streaming down my face, what started in my side now spread like wild fire all over. It was as if razor-sharp blades sliced at every part of my body.

I couldn't stop screaming. Even through gritted teeth. Mr. Crepsley was shouting "Darren! Darren!! DARREN!!!!" As though doing this might suddenly stop my suffering but to no avail.

Then he suddenly looked distant, as if remembering something long forgotten. Abruptly took a mad dash for his cloak on the chair he was sleeping in and franticly searched for something within his many pockets. He grasped something and examined it his hands, it was a small pouch, contents unknown to me, then put it in a glass of water. He got a spoon and stirred it with such ferocity that I was sure the utensil would break.

He ran back to me, making sure not to spill a drop, then poured it in my mouth. It burned and, due to my breath coming in ragged gasps, most didn't go in, but I swallowed as much as I could.

Immediately a numbness washed over me, and my screams faded away, until they were just quiet cries. The pain was still there but less intense.

Mr. Crepsley was holding me in his arms protectively so my head leaned against his chest. His head pressed against mine and he was saying, "It's Okay now, everything will be okay" as I drifted into an anguished plagued nightmare filled sleep.

We both knew that was the farthest thing from the truth.


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