This is VampireFrootLoopsRule's original idea, I just helped with the ideas!
Larten and Darren had been walking for quite a while before they decided stop and rest. Neither had had blood in a week, and they were in great need of the nourishment. The city they were in was quieter than usual, and gave off a dark aura. The moon light filled the city, giving their already sharp eyes more light then necessary. They could easily hear the people inside their homes, talking, watching TV, some even sleeping.
They picked their way through dark alleys, keeping out of sight and trying to find someone who wouldn't be missed if they were gone for a few minutes. Not enough to be killed, just enough to feed, as was the way of the vampires. The younger of the two was somewhat nervous, over what though, he wasn't sure. He had the sneaking suspicion that something was going to happen.
Darren yawned, and looked to his mentor, "Find anyone yet? I'm starving."
Larten ran a slim finger over the long scar on his face, "At this rate, I think it was be easier to just sneak into a home, and drink from a sleeping human."
Darren nodded, and allowed the vampire to lead him up some apartments; they listened carefully, wanting to find someone who was sleeping deeply. They made it to a fifth floor apartment, and simply snuck in, made sure the fat man who had fallen asleep in his recliner was sleeping deeply enough, and drinking until they were satisfied .
When they were content with their meal, they headed back to the streets. Larten wanted to get back to the Cirque as soon as possible; he wasn't really in the mood to travel around with his younger companion. They chatted idly, not wanting to move to quickly, trying to enough the warm night air.
Suddenly, Darren smelt it. It was strong, and had the same mouth watering smell he had grown to love. But, there was something...off about it. As if there was something else mixed in with his favorite salty drink. He looked to his mentor, and noticed Mr. Crepsley smelt it as well.
Someone was bleeding heavily nearby, and they could easily find them in a minute.
Hurrying their pace, the duo navigated the narrow streets until they found themselves even deeper in the slums. There, on the ground, a boy was lying in the dirt and filth of the alley. he had black hair, and his blue jeans and white t-shirt were tattered and scattered with drops of red and green. The vampire and half-vampire easily recognized the former as blood, but the green substance was a mystery to them. He was leaning against a trash can and judging by the amount of blood and dirt on him, he had been there for a while
Larten expertly placed two fingers on the child's neck, checking for a pulse. He frowned at the results.
"Is he-is he alive?" Darren asked tentatively.
Larten stood and draped his red coat over the boy's body, "yes, but his pulse is faint, he should be taken to the hospital."
When he bent to pick him up, though, the raven haired teen groaned and mumbled faintly, "No...No...Hospitals..." to any human, they never would have heard the faint whispers, but to a vampire, it was no problem to catch the words
Larten raised a brow at the boy, and bent down to examine his face, he saw one ice blue eye look at him. "Why wouldn't you go to a hospital? You're almost dead!" Darren took a step back as the boy's eyes flashed green.
"Can't...they'll find me..." that was the last of the boy's reserves of strength though. How little he had raised his head was quickly lost when he slumped down in a frowning Larten's arms.
"Well, we can't just leave him!" Darren exclaimed. He was freaking out really. The boy looked to be around his age, or at least the age he *appeared* to be, which was about 14 or 15. Had someone mugged the boy? Had he run away from an abusive home? All were possibilities, and judging by the scars running over every bare inch of skin, most likely. One set of scars caught his eye especially. "Mr. Crepsley? Look..."
he deftly pointed a finger at a hand that had dropped from under the bright red cape
Larten was surprised by the scar. He could tell that it was from a rather deep wound. The scar was almost a moon-ish shape. "This is horrible," he whispered, "Who would do such a thing to a child!" He roared.
"SHHH!" Darren said, "Do you want to wake everyone in a five mile radius!" He whispered loudly. He looked back to the boy, "I don't think we should take him to the hospital."
"And why would that be?" The elder vampire asked, raising his brow.
"Didn't you hear him, old man?" Darren asked. "Someone's been after him; they're probably the ones who cause this!" He waved a hand at the boy's body. "We should get a hotel room, and take him there for the night, if he wakes up; we'll question him about it."
"And what will we do about the boy's wounds?"
Darren shrugged, "you're the one who knows how to fix things. Why don't you use your healing spit?" a concept, though he was grateful, still grossed him out greatly. And when the boy woke up, he probably wouldn't be too happy about the fact that someone spread their saliva over him, he shuddered at the thought.
Larten sighed; it was not as if he would run out of money to purchase the room. When you lived and worked as long as he did, you accumulated a lot of unnecessary wealth. "Alright, do you have any preference this time?"
"What do you think?" Darren asked a little irritated. Did preferences even matter at a time like this?
Larten sighed, once again, "Very well, I am sure I saw a hotel a block or so back, let's go." They sped through the alleyways with ease, silent, and almost invisible in the shadows. What would you expect, they were vampires after all. Larten stopped at the hotel, and looked to his assistant, "Hold the boy," he handed the knocked out boy to Darren, who held him with care. "I shall get us a room, and we'll sneak him in somehow." Darren nodded.
Crepsley entered the lobby, surveying the scenery for anything suspicious. When you lived as long as he had, you learned to pick up on those characteristics in others on first glance. Which was why he had felt that he should help the boy from the alley. Something about him just screamed "innocent".
The lobby was large, but with the amount of furniture it seemed small. Plush, inviting couches were all centered on a small TV that was currently playing some movie about...sparkling...vampires...how quaint. He rolled his eyes at the scene and continued onward toward the front desk where a sleepy eyed clerk stood. He cleared his throat to gain the clerks attention, but it took another one before he lifted his dulled eyes from a magazine.
"Can I help you?" he drawled.
Larten raised an eyebrow, "yes, my name is Vur Horsten and I would like a room for three please"
The clerk looked around the vampire, "Where are the other three?" He asked, just to be nosey.
Larten forced a smile, "My son's are waiting in the car, one of them actually fell asleep, now," he held out his hand, "May I have my room keys?"
The clerk mumbled something, had Mr. Crepsley actually cared, he would've caught it, but, at the moment, his mind was on the young boy they had found. He mumbled his thanks as the keys fell into his out reached hand. He walked back outside, and saw Darren staring at the boy in shock.
"He-he's not breathing. What do we do? Mr. Crepsley, *he's not breathing*"
the elder vampire frowned in worry and took the child from Darren, "Take the key and open the door when we get there. We will have to work quickly"
Darren forced himself to look calm as they entered the lobby. He would've broken down laughing at the scene from the sparkling vampires, if he wasn't so worried. He led the elder vampire to their room, and Larten laid the mystery boy on the bed. "You remember CPR, correct?" He asked the half vampire.
"Yeah, I think so,"
"Good, start with that, while I go and grab a couple things. Darren nodded, and began doing the thirty chest compressions that Crepsley had told him how to do. He honestly dreaded the idea of having to give the boy two breaths, but, it had to be done.
The elder of the two came back in, with some hot sauces, a pepper, a glass full of water. Darren gave the vampire a crazy look. "From my experience, this remedy has worked." He shrugged, as he poured the hot sauce into the glass, turning the water red, Darren made it to thirty, when the elder vampire said, "Just continued with the compressions," he nodded, and did as told, watching as the vampire squeezed the pepper clean of its juices. He walked to the boy, and instructed Darren, "Tilt his head back, and make sure this goes down cleanly, we do not want him coughing this back up and it gets into his wounds."
Darren nodded, and did as told. Mr. Crepsley poured the liquid down the boy's throat.
Immediately, the boy spluttered and gagged with the strange mixture, "oh gosh what the heck *is*that?" The boy coughed and moaned as the spicy liquid scalded his throat. But with each racking tremor, each and every wound made itself known ten times over
Larten raised an eyebrow, the boy had just gained consciousness. And he was already complaining? That was surprising.
Darren laughed but it was short-lived. The wounds that had been slightly clotted were open and bleeding the strange colored mixture again
Darren looked to Mr. Crepsley, "So, how about using that magic spit of yours to save him?" He waved a hand at the boy.
Larten sighed, but, said, "Very well, young man," the stranger looked up, dizzily, "I am going to help you, so, please do not freak out when I do this," the boy didn't get a chance to question him, before he felt the man's spit on his arm.
"HEY! What the hell are you doing!" He yelled. He had wanted to hit the man, but, was too weak to do more than yell, and even that was taxing his strength.
The boy groaned at the disgusting scene before him. Some guy was spreading his spit aaaall over him! Of course, it wasn't as if he hadn't had worse things done to him. And the odd thing was that the spit, as weird as it sounded, actually felt *good*. Maybe he was losing his mind or something
"Soo..." Darren asked shakily as he watched his mentor work, "what's your name?"
The boy closed his eyes, not wanting to even think about the spit being spread over his body. He wasn't sure if he should give them his real name or not, but, then again, they had followed his request of no hospitals. So, he said, "Danny," his eyes still shut. "What about you guys?"
Darren smiled. Danny was opening up to them, which was good. "My name is Darren and this is Mr. Crepsley" he waved a hand at Larten who was caught in a bad position with his fingers in his mouth.
He removed them hastily and cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Larten Crepsley, pleased to meet you. Although I wish it wasn't under such grave circumstances. Although, I must say, you are recovering much faster than I had anticipated"
Danny averted his eyes and winced. What could he say? It wasn't as if he could say the truth that he was half ghost and therefore had speedier healing. Yeah, *that*would blow over well. Especially since those outside of his hometown in Amity Park didn't even *believe* in ghosts. "Let's just say I have been in this situation before"
Larten frowned, that hadn't answered his question at all
"And why exactly have you been in this sort of position before? You look extremely young; there is no way you would be out purposely looking for danger." Larten said, continuing to spread his saliva over the boy.
Danny sighed, and said, "I just have been. Happy?"
Before an argument could break out, Darren asked, "Where are your parents? I don't think they'd like to see their son in this kind of position."
Danny mumbled, not meaning for them to hear it, but, he also didn't know about their vampiric powers, "They do if they're the ones who caused it."
The vampires exchanged a glance. That... was sadly unexpected...
Vfr: so folks! How's life? Diiiid you liiike this chapter? ^.^ yes I'm working on another fic with someone else, but I'm not abandoning my other fics! And neither is Jas right? I'll let her have her say now...
Jas: No, I am not! But, I have to say this now, if anyone who read my other story, Cleopatra for DP, that story is on hold for now, I am having serious writers block for it, but, eventually, it will be updated! Thank you all for reading! Please review!