Note: This is a spin-off on Wolfgal97's story What If. I have her permission to write this and i do not own anything but the honor of typing this.
Larten had enjoyed paradise. It was simple and he finally saw Arra again. Alone together for an eternity living in a house by a lake made for them to enjoy. It was basically like life before, only there was no hatred or reason to fight. He didn't even remember anything but the good things of his life. Yes, paradise was great.
Until a giant, pudgy hand came out of nowhere and pulled him from it.
Going out of paradise, Larten could see around him. There was nothing but a white and slightly blue blur. He screamed, screamed in anger, screamed in pain, screamed in sorrow. Because now he remembered everything. Everything horrible and frightening and sad. Arra's death especially. He just hoped she was taken with him too.
Larten looked around again. He was now in a room, that had an unusually tall ceiling. He turned around at the sound of a grunt. There, sitting in a chair, was a short and very fat man. He had white hair and small, pudgy hands. The hands that had grabbed him. Wait a minute, Larten knew this man. He was Desmond Tiny.
'Of course.' thought Larten, now really mad.
"Where is she?" Larten may have been enraged, but his voice came as a squeak.
"Oh wow, I never expected to hear that from you Larten! A little set of pipes there, huh boy?", Desmond laughed.
"What have you done to me?", came Larten's squeak again, even higher now due to his own surprise.
"You have been reborn boy, from the second I took you from paradise, you became a baby again, but I made you just a little older because I just hate little babies when they cry." said Desmond, still chuckling a little.
"Why? You took me from Arra! Just why?" said Larten, on the verge of crying for one of the few times of his existence.
"Can't you guess? You aren't done here yet!" said , with a twinkle in his eye. "Now listen, you are going to walk out that door, and there will be a family who thinks you are a foster child for them. You are to stay with them until you find what you are waiting for. Got it?"
"Why should I listen to you? You hate me! You tore me away from Arra and you think it's funny!" shouted the little Larten, with pure hatred now boiling up. He was surprised at himself, because he usually could keep his emotions under check. Stupid human child body.
"Because otherwise you won't ever find what you are looking for here! Just be a good boy, Larten. Keep your foster parents, and you will be a vampire again in no time!" said Mr. Tiny, leaving the words hanging in the air. He shoves Larten out of the room to meet his new family.
The room Larten was so graciously pushed into was like a doctors waiting room. The only people there was a young couple. The man looked nice enough, though rough from hard work. The woman was dressed well, and she wore many rings, bracelets, and necklaces. Her lips had lipstick sloppily smeared on her. "Is this the boy?" she asked. "Is this Larten?"
Larten looks at the woman with a straight, determined face, and nods. "I am Larten. Are you my new parents?"
This time the man spoke up. "Yeah, we're your parents. Call me Daddy, and call her Mommy. Got it?" He had a big deep voice, thought Larten.
After some time, the papers were filled out with Mr. Tiny and Mr. John Steward, and Larten went to his new home.
End.