1. Choose any character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

Darren Shan Saga

(A/n) Sorry, I cannot write anything vaguely romantic. I did this for fun, and I hope the result is vaguely readable. Enjoy!

The saltwater room- Owl city

Larten looked up at the waterfall in the hall of Petra Vin Grahl. He was laid out- fully clothed on a towel, after a large fight in the gaming halls. He shivered at the cold.

Arra saw him shiver, and walked over to him, putting her arm around him.

'Hello.' She said softly. He returned the arm gesture. They sat there for a while. Just thinking. Not talking. Thinking About the past. Their relationship.

Larten thought about the incident on the boat so many years ago, when he was ill. He still thought about and regretted it.

Arra could sense something was troubling him. She wrapped her other arm around him. And they sat there for a long time.

And maybe, just maybe- an old flame started to rekindle.

What I've done- Linkin park

There was blood everywhere- the wooden deck was dark and covered with the rich liquid. Bodies were flung in horrible positions, with their necks snapped or worse.

Larten sank to his knees, head in his hands. What have I done?

He could not go back. This would forever be on his conscience. This would never go away.

I can never go back to the way I was before.

And the tears started to flow. They mixed with the blood.

Life and sorrow, forever one.

If you are there- anyone- please forgive me.

Talk me down- Westlife

Darren stared at the stakes as Larten made the endless fall. His times with his mentor flashed before his eyes.

He could hear someone screaming. It was not one- but two people.

Larten was lying- writhing on the stakes, blood flowing, the flames licking at his cape. It seemed to last forever.

Darren stood frozen, unable to look away, until his mentor's screams finally ended.

But who else was screaming?

It took him a second to realise it was himself.

He whirled to see Steve- grinning. Darren leapt, snarling, screaming stabbing, sobbing.

But nothing would bring Mr Crepsley back.

Steve lay on the floor- unconscious- and Darren cried.

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W My Chemical Romance

'Sam, Run!' but it was too late. Darren stared, horrified as his friend died, crying, in front of him.

And there was nothing he could do.

I'm sorry. I couldn't keep you safe.

Darren woke up to a rising sun, remembering that horrible night. He realised there were tears in his eyes.

'Are you okay?' Evra said. He was worried.

Darren nodded slowly. Then the tears really started to flow, Evra walked over to him, and hugged him in a brotherly way.

'I –couldn't- save- him' Darren sobbed. As images of Sam leaped about in front of him. Smiling, laughing, playing. Dying.

Evra listened to his friend sob. And he almost cried. Almost.

Bulletproof heart- my chemical romance

They were flitting across fields and towns- this might be even the speed of light! – Mr Crepsley was moving so fast he was almost a blur and Darren with him.

Darren held on tight as they raced across the land, leaving the city behind.

This is my life now.

Although part of him longed for humanity, Darren was starting to enjoy his vampire life.

Maybe, just maybe, he might even grow to like his mentor. He looked down at Larten, working hard to run at such a blurring speed.

There were so far away from his home. Almost at his new home. The cirque.

He bowed his head and shut his eyes. He could feel the wind whipping around him, roaring in his ears.

He bumped as Larten leapt a river, then it was gone, a far speck in the distance.

And the cirque was in sight.

Propane nightmares- pendulum

The bear was there, rearing at what it thought was a certain kill. Its eyes were wild as it reared up on it's powerful hind legs for the kill.

Then one of the little people- not lefty- leapt at it, head butting it, it roared in surprise and pain as the two female wolves jumped biting and clawing at it's thick hide. It knocked the little person aside, but lost it's balance and fell- crushing the squirming little person.

The wolves continued their attack. Darren reached over to the bushes and found a trembling Rudi, watching the intense battle with scared eyes.

Then Lefty leapt at the bear, fighting to avenge his fallen comrade.

There was nothing else Darren could do. He reached over to the body of the fallen little person, and pulled out one of the protruding bones, he raised it above his head and swung it at the bear, who was still trying to fight off all it's other opponents.

Finally, after huge amounts of hitting, biting, and clawing it fell

to the sky- owl city

Rudi nipped Darren's hand. He laughed.

'Miserable little runt!' Rudi ran squealing, and Darren followed.

They ran though the undergrowth, Darren laughing, Rudi just running, until Darren tripped over.

Rudi leapt back toward the vampire, and leapt on him, licking his face with his little rough tongue.

'gerofme Rudi!' Darren was struggling to talk he was laughing so much.

Eventually Rudi stopped and lay next to the vampire.

Darren ruffled the young wolf's tummy fur, and they stared up at the bright blue cloudless sky. Perfectly content.

Resistance- muse

The wind was blowing hard. The tree's creaked and moaned. Larten leant against a large oak, string up at the cloudy sky.

It began to rain. He felt the wet drops fall on his face, on his car and his bright hair.

He thought about his relationship with Arra. Thier last days together, before they attacked the vampaneze.

Was that the wrong thing to do? It should have been right.

He imagined Arra stood next to him. Just there. Imagining her presence was enough, and he smiled.

He would enjoy seeing her again, when he finally reached paradise.

But he would cling on to life for a bit longer.

His heart ached with the loss of his one time mate. He knew she wouldn't want him to mourn; she would want him to celebrate her life, her victories and successes.

But his heart still ached.

Take me away from here. He shut his eyes, imagining him and Arra together, just talking. He ignored the rain.

He filled his thoughts with Arra.

hello- evanescence

He walked along the road, knowing this would be the last time he ever did so. He saw Annie's silhouette inside the house, talking, laughing with her son.

He shut his eyes to prevent the tears, but failed.

He raised his arm, rubbing the wet away from his face.

We were happy. I miss you. You will always be my sister.

He stood there awhile, wallowing deep in memories of his innocent childhood. Before he was blooded. Before he killed. Before he took life away from those who still had so much left.

He started to walk away from the house.

That was yesterday. I must focus on today.

But the tears kept coming.

Tick Tock- Beverly craven

Arra stared up at the ceiling. Thinking of him. Always him.

She sighed, wondering if she was running out of time. She shouldn't have broken up with him.

She imagined him chatting with her, Gavner, Kurda and other vampires. She focused entirely on him.

Because there could be no-one else. He whirled around in her head. Did he know he was a permanent resident in the place that was her mind? Her heart?

Time is running out. I need to be with him.

She stood up. Then fell back down again as his face came into the fore of her mind. She resumed staring at the ceiling.

Larten, I will always love you, no matter what.