In The Black.

By: x - - unwrittenMELODY


Hey guys. So, I decided to do something a bit out of my element and this one-shot was born

( though it might become two-shot )

Takes place in the 8th and 9th books, but I have my own plot twist so it doesn't (HARDLY) exactly follow the books.

I wanted something new, so here you go.
Darren's POV.

Okay, off to write the next I Would Never Admit Chapter.
Rated M for: lanuage and sexual things. HAH.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story. I never have, never will.

Enjoy!


It was just us two alone in this building. No Mr. Crepsley, no Vancha and no Harkat. With that victorious smirk on his lips he had me backed into the wall. Why couldn't I fight back? He had become so much stronger then I had... He had made himself so much more powerful.

"I hate you so much."

"At least the feelings are mutual," he said and moved his face closer to mine, eye's narrowed into slits.

I spat in his face and he tossed me across the room which my back got caught onto one of the exposed springs on the beat-up couch. Him and this shitty ass apartment. Him and his stupid fucking "revenge" scheme. Him and his damn cockiness.

"Your just a low-lifed man, you know that?" I said, venom dripping from my words as I stood, wincing at the pain in my back.

He knocked me down to the ground, hands wrapped around my throat and I stared him down, smirking.

"Do it."

His hands tightened and I felt myself slipping, his hands restricting airflow from me. He was going to kill me. He was going to...

"Your going to die, Darren. No one can save you now."

"Then quit talking and do it."

He stared me down and my instincts kicked in and I began to struggle against his grip. I couldn't move him and everything around me was fading. This wasn't our last battle, and I wouldn't let him kill me.

"FUCK YOU, SHAN!"

I finally found strength and pushed him off me and my back quickly made it to the wall as I stared him down. He stood up, brushing off his clothes and looked at me, not moving. I held my neck, rubbing it and spat to the side of me, seeing drops of blood on the ground. My blood.

"Your a fool, Darren," he said, taking steps towards me, hatred in his eyes.

"Maybe, but your an even bigger one. You have had ample opportunity to kill me, and your failing miserably," I said and his face grew dark.

"You-"

"Maybe I'm a fool, too," I said softly, coughing and still rubbing my throat.

He paused but kept his guard up, I could tell and I looked away and into the dingy kitchen near the door. This was the second time I was here, in his apartment. First time, everything seemed surreal. I was badly wounded and he took me here. He sat me upon that same, worn-out couch and tended to my wounds. He told me the "story" about what he had done, how he had felt. I stupidly believed him.


[ / Flashback; ]

I looked at his arrow guns, holding one in my hand and inspected it. He sat there quietly and watched me. I realized that the silence had proceeded longer then expected and I glanced to his face. He was studying me, and he stood up only to make his way beside me on the couch.

"It's been a long time... hasn't it?" I muttered quietly and he nodded, running his finger's through his long hair.

"Yes. A fool doesn't count the time, Darren," he said and I knew he was talking about himself.

I lifted the arrow gun, pointing it to the wall and flinched when I accidentally pulled the trigger. It made a huge hole in the wall and I stared wide-eyed at it and then to Steve who stared at me.

"Maybe you shouldn't handle these," he said, gently taking the gun and placed it on the coffee table, smiling softly at me.

"Yeah, sorry about that," I mumbled, smiling sheepishly and I realized that his hand was still lingering upon my own.

"Steve..." I muttered and looked at him then to our hands and his moved away quickly and he laughed softly.

"Sorry..." he joked and sat up, hunching over a bit and I looked into his eyes.

"It's just been... it has been too long," he said softly and I nodded and his hand took mine again but this time he was inspecting my fingers.

The cuts had healed over time but the scars never went away and he traced them with his fingertips. I blushed and he noticed it and kissed my hand, lips resting there for a long time. My finger's wrapped around his hand and his face moved close to mine.

"You know... I could never really hate you..." I admitted and his eyes shown an emotion I couldn't read and his lips were suddenly to mine.

I closed my eyes slowly and kissed back feeling his hands cup my face gently. My hands rose slowly to place themselves upon his chest and then slide up, arms wrapping around his neck. He laid me down, never breaking the kiss and he held me close to him.

"Steve..." I said softly and he pulled away slowly, hesitant.

"Yeah..." he breathed and licked his lips and I closed my eyes, finger's running down his back.

"Am I fool?" I asked him and his lips were to my ear.

"No more then I..."

I opened my eyes again and saw that his face was close to mine again and his hands had roamed up my sides, under my shirt. He kissed me again and pressed his body to mine, moving his hips to mine. A low moan released from me and he ran his finger's through my hair, a soft moan coming from him as well.

I don't think we made love... but something was different between us. I didn't know what but I wished it was real.


As I stared I blinked, biting my lip and looked over to him and he stared at me with an unreadable expression.

"You lied to me," I said softly, running my hands up and down my arms, suddenly very cold in this hot apartment.

"I had to do what I had to," he said sternly and I glared at him.

"So you had to screw me?" I asked and he looked taken aback and he shrugged, looking away from me.

"I did what I had to."

"So, you had to fuck me to get a point across?" I growled, fists clenching and he pulled one of his arrow guns from the table where we had gotten it away from him.

"Don't pull this shit on me. Yourthe one who betrayed me," he said darkly and I took a step forward, challenging him.

"So, having sex with me and now... all of this is your way of getting me back? You could of easily killed me at anytime, but you decided to take my virginity as a prize?" I cried, and saw his hand begin to tremble.

I think I was crying but I was so angry I couldn't think about it. The gun was now pressed to my chest and I grabbed the gun but didn't pry it from his hands.

"WHY WON'T YOU FUCKING SHOOT?"

"FUCK YOU, DARREN!" He yelled back, smacking me in the face with the gun it sent me to the ground but I stood up as quickly as I had fallen.

"Why can't you tell me why?" I growled out angrily and he shot at me once and it barley missed me, nicking my face.

"Why won't you shut up?" he said just as angrily, holding the gun aimed towards my face.

This wasn't even a game anymore, this was just going back and forth. I frowned and turned my head to the side, still able to smell the chemical scent that lingered on Steve. Even if it had faded a bit.

"God, you smell terrible," I gagged and he sniffed and winced a bit.

"Don't change the subject," he said, still having an angry look on his face but it had fallen a bit.

"What subject? You fucked me, got your fill and now your going to kill me. We weren't talking of anything important," I snorted and ducked when he shot at me again and I rolled away once more, but the arrow got me.

I cried out in pain as the arrow was lodged in my arm and I laid there, eyes tightly closed as agony pooled through me. I hissed when Steve made way to me and pushed it in a bit more with his foot.

"It's very important, Darren," he said, sounding more hurt then angry and then he pushed his foot to my ribs.

"What's your sick pleasure of torturing me?" I gasped and he went to kneel before me, a smirk now on his lips.

"I told you, you betrayed me. I deserve a little fun after all that you put me through."

"I never betrayed you," I sputtered and gasped loudly when he twisted the arrow in my arm.

"Quit bullshitting me. I hate liars," he said and I whimpered.

"Takes a liar to know a liar," I said and stared him down and his face clouded over and he pushed the arrow in even deeper, scowl on his face.

"Your in no position to talk," he said and I bit my lip, hot tears trailing my cheeks and I turned my head away.

"I hate you so much..." I sobbed out and he pulled the arrow out and I cried out in pain as he did so.

"Good. We need more hate in that innocent disposition you have," I saw him flick the arrow to the side and I tried to move my body up but he kicked me down.

"Just kill me," I mumbled and he pulled me up by my hair and more waves of pain shot through me.

"I should, but that wouldn't be as fun," he said and picked me up, tossing me onto the couch and I grimaced.

I could feel the blood from my wound soaking my shirt and he pushed my head into the couch. I opened my eyes slowly and he was looking at me, a smirk of achievement on his face.

"Steve..."

His eyes glazed over but he didn't move his hand, only used push it to push my head harder into the couch and I groaned. My hand rose to my arm and held it, pain still evident on my face. My vision soon was going to fail me and he placed one knee on the side of me, leaning over my body.

"Your going to pay for everything you've ever done to me," he said and I tried to look at his face but my vision was almost lost.

I was loosing way too much blood. I was going to bleed out at this rate.

"I'm go... going to die any... way..." I croaked and felt the blood run from my finger's to my other hand steadily now and he looked at it.

"I'm going to kill you. Not some damn wound," he uttered and moved to the shelf behind the couch and pulled out his first aid kit.

I closed my eyes and felt the small stinging sensation of a cleaning solution and felt my arm being stitched. I tried to keep my eyes open and when I could finally see clearly he was closing the first aid-kit. He looked back to me and I looked away, hand automatically going back to my wound. I ran my finger's along the stitches and licked my dry lips. He face was close to mine again and he was smiling at me like a little child. Only much, much creepier.

"How does your arm feel?" he asked me and I frowned, using my other arm to punch him in the jaw.

He only rubbed his jaw and glared me down, his hit a lot harder then mine. I was surprised my jaw wasn't broken with how hard he hit me. He got up and straddled me and I grabbed at his arms, weakly trying to move him off of me. I was still tired from my previous blood loss and he knew this all too well.

"Want to feel the way you felt only a few days ago?" he asked me, moving his hips onto mine and I gasped, my heart hurting in my chest.

"No."

"Good," he said and ground his hips harder to mine, causing me to arch but I kept silent as he continued.

He leaned in close and sucked on my neck and I frowned, putting my hands to his chest to push him off of me. No good. I pushed even harder but that failed me as well. I wanted him off. I didn't want to like his touches. I hated him, so... damn... much.

"Off..." I whined and he pressed harder to me, causing a moan to escape my lips.

"You don't want me off. Your enjoying it," he said softly and I moaned again and whimpered as his hand gripped at my hair.

"Why did you moan that you loved me?" I asked, voice cracking at the thought at the first time we were together.

"You believed that?" he said in my ear and my eyes widened as tears slid down the sides of my cheeks and down my face.

"You... I can't..." I choked out and swallowed hard and punched at his back as he ran his hands up my shirt.

"Resiting won't make me stop. It's a challenge," he said and nipped at my ear and I closed my eyes, punching his back as hard as I could.

"You haven't changed. Your never going to change. Your just a lonely man who never had any love in his heart."

He pulled away and I continued to sob quietly and his hand was to my throat again, but I didn't try to fight back.

"I did love, once. Only, that love was taken and thrown away. I have no reason to love or care about anyone else," he growled and I gasped, air leaving my lungs.

"They loved... you, too. You just... never... gave them a chance... to..." I wheezed and saw as he stared at me and slowly moved his hand away, his eyes unreadable yet again.

"I told you, I hate liars."

"I'm not lying," I said, coughing and used my hands to wipe at my face, tears crusted on my cheeks.

"You are, I know it," he said, but his voice didn't meet his eyes and I stared up at him.

"I never stopped loving you. I thought it was real when we were together the first time. Now, all I ever feel is regret when I look at you," I said and bit my lip.

"You..." he was just sitting there now, eyes blank and his gaze on me.

"I was in the black about everything. I thought your story was true, you remember? All that bullshit you fed me? I was so happy... I was so happy because I was back in your arms. I was able to touch you, to kiss your face, to hold your hands.

"And for what? This? You to just use me as your toy? Do what you want Steve. I don't care anymore. I just know I can never forgive you for what you have done to me," I said, eyes hard as tears began again and made way down my face.

He wasn't looking at me, but the wall and he then glared down at me, punching the couch beside my face.

"Never forgave me? You have NO right to talk. That was my life, what I wanted! YOU BETRAYED ME," he growled and I placed my hand over my eyes.

"I didn't want to be a damn vampire. I didn't want it, and I didn't want to do all of this bullshit. I didn't want to be a vampire prince, I didn't want to give up my life and move by night. I didn't want to be left alone and without a place to call a home. I didn't want to leave you...

"But I couldn't let you just die either," I said and bit my lip and he punched me in my stomach, over and over again.

The pain surged through me and soon I was sputtering and tossed my head to the side and dry heaved over the side of the couch. He was hitting vital organs and I continued to heave until he finally stopped. He was cursing under his breath and he grabbed my hair viciously and I frowned at his look.

"You should of... maybe then I could of quit you," he said and let go and moved off me and I slowly felt the blood rush through my legs.

I slowly sat up and looked to his figure as he stood by the window, staring at me.

"Quit me?" I mumbled and he looked at me, sliding the window open and cussed under his breath.

"I didn't want to love you," he said and I moved up slowly, feeling the tingling sensation in my legs.

"Steve..."

"I don't want to love you," he growled and grabbed me by my shirt and tossed me against the wall, kissing me hard.

I resisted again but he broke me and I kissed back, legs being hoisted up and wrapped around his waist. He kissed me harder and my hands moved up to his hair and became tangled as he rubbed his hips against my own. I moaned softly and he pulled away, looking into my eyes.

"Quit making me love you," he said softly and ran his fingers along my lips and I bit my lip seconds after he moved his hands.

"I..." I began but he only kissed me again and ran his hands down my sides and to my pants, momentarily putting me down to slide my shirt up and remove my pants.

I removed his jacket and shirt before looking up to him and he pulled me back up, lips meeting mine again. He pressed himself back into me and I arched into him as his hand slid to my thighs. I gasped as he grabbed me and ran his finger's along the tip gently and I pulled away, my head hitting the back of the wall.

"Steve... we can't... do this..." I moaned and he stared me in the eyes and frowned.

"We... both have destiny's we have to go to. I need this... just once..." he said softly, and back then I didn't know what he had meant; I wish now that I had never found out what.

"Ah... S-Steve..." I moaned and he slid his hands from the front to the back, two finger's at my entrance.

He slid them in quickly as I gasped, holding onto his shoulders and his free hand kept my legs from falling. He pushed them in as far as he could and I moaned softly, kissing him gently. He moved his finger's slowly and then I felt him fully push himself into me. I dug my nails into his back and he did his best to hold himself before he finally began to move himself in and out of me.

"Darren..." he said softly and I opened my closed eyes and looked to him and he had his face so close to mine I felt his eyelashes brush against my cheek.

"I love you..." I mumbled and saw him bite his lip and push in deeper, hitting my prostate and caused a loud scream of pleasure to erupt from me.

My eyes rolled back in my head as he pushed in harder and deeper, causing himself to groan in pleasure. I kissed the top of his head and felt his shoulder's tremble and as I tried to see his face he buried it in my neck. I felt a warm liquid slide down my shoulder and my chest and I bit my lip, softly whispering his name, feeling my own set of tears wanting to spill.

"I'm sorry..."

I don't know if it was he that had spoken that or myself but I didn't want to think about the bad times or the apologies. I wanted to think about the now and as he groaned in my neck I moaned in his hair, hands holding him close. I felt myself beginning to reach the point of full ecstasy and he held me tightly, his shoulder's still shaking but not as badly as before.

"Darren..." he groaned and I threw my head back, clenching my jaw and saw a flash of light blind me.

I moaned his name loudly and began to pant, looking down at him but he didn't look at me. He pulled out slowly and put me down and I could barley stand on my own two feet. He tossed my clothes at me and I frowned and he slipped on his pants and coat.

"I hate loving you," he said softly and as I slipped back on my shirt I frowned and looked at him.

"Why, Steve?" I asked gently and he looked away and towards the wall and took a step back, grabbing his arrow gun from the floor and aimed it at me.

"I... because it hurts so much more for what will be in store for us later..." he whispered and the door to the apartment slammed open, revealing Mr. Crepsley, Harkat and Vancha.

"You little weasel!" Vancha growled and they had him down within seconds, but Steve didn't resit the force and he didn't look at me.

"Wait, you-" I began but was cut off.

"YOU! Killers!" a voice called out from the window and a blinding spotlight beamed into the room and I took a step back, shielding my eyes.

I looked at Steve who looked at the window but I saw a look of sadness in his eyes and I glared him down.

"You set... you set this all up? It's a damn trap!" I yelled hurt and he looked down and was dragged up by Vancha who handed him to Mr. Crepsley.

"Charna's guts!" he griped and moved close to the window and I moved closer to Steve who had a smirk on his face even if it didn't reach his eyes.

"You... everything you said was a lie," I whispered and he finally looked to me, hurt across his eyes and the smirk growing on his face.

"I had to do what I had to do..." he said and I took a step back, holding back a sob.

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled, punching him and he looked away, a tear sliding down his cheek and he pulled out of Mr. Crepsley's grip, quickly wiping at his eyes.

"It was the only way we could go on to our destinies without hesitation," he said softly and I bit my lip, glaring at him.

While none of the others paid attention he mumbled softly, "I hate that I love you. The cuts are so much deeper then they seem."

I couldn't process what had happened and he was near the window, crying out in a fake voice of terror, "This is Steve Leonard! They haven't killed me yet, but they killed Mark-"

I stood there and when he finished he looked at me and I knew I was crying and he was, too. He wiped at his eyes again and soon I was pushed towards the window with the planned intention to jump. I ignored the jolt of pain that went through me when Vancha hit Steve and knocked him out and I tried to push everything from my mind.

"Luck."

I took one last look at Steve and them jumped from the five story apartment building.


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