Author's note.

This is the first chapter of my first story... Wow.
Enjoy! :)

I do not own DSS/Cirque du Freak... *Sobs.*

It was an average night in Vampire Mountain, and Darren was in a very good mood. Two weeks ago, he had become a Vampire Prince. He loved it when vampires older than himself called him Sire and had to obey his commands. He was so proud about being the youngest prince ever.
Darren had woken up at sunset, and sat in the Hall of Khledon Lurt for breakfast, even though most of the vampires in the mountain were asleep.
He found Gavner Purl laying at a table, and awoke him.

"Hey, Gavner... What's up dude?"

"Dude? Since when did vampires use the word dude?" Gavner asked, sat up and coughed.

"Sorry... I just miss the human world." Darren sighed. "Why were you sleeping at the table?"

"I don't know..." Gavner replied and tried to remember. "Seba brought alot of ale last night... That's all I can remember."

"Hmm." was Darren's answer. He then went to kitchen and came back with two bowls, filled with bat broth. "Breakfast?"

"Yeah..." Gavner mumbled. "I'll go get the bread."

After a quick breakfast, Gavner followed his friend Darren to the Hall of Princes. When they entered the room, Darren instantly ran across the floor to his throne.
"How does it feel to be a Prince?" asked the General and started to walk against Darren and his beloved throne.
"Great! But I get so tired... There's always work to do, and it's hard to adjust." the young prince answered.
Gavner stopped in the middle of the hall and shot his eyes open.
"Ehm... Sire..." he began.
"Mhm?" Darren said proudly.
"Is this floor solid? When I just walked on it... It echoed underneath this hall. And there are tiny, tiny cracks here..." said Gavner and leaned forward to study the floor.
"You're kidding, aren't you?" Darren felt alarmed. Could it be? What if it broke?
"No, I'm not..." Gavner watched the floor closely. "Hey, this floor must be checked. Can the princes do something about it?"
"I don't know... Ehh... Maybe you're wrong."
"I really don't think I am."
Darren shook his head. "I must discuss that with my colleagues. I bet they'll arrive soon."
"You really sound like a prince, at least." Gavner murmured. "This is really dangerous. I must go and warn the other Generals about it." he said and walked out of the hall, leaving a frightened Darren in his throne.
"It's not going to break, it's not going to break, it's not going to break, it's not going to break..." he mumbled, over and over again. "It's not going to break..."

Then, he heard a creaking sound.

"HELP!" he roared and fell of his throne. "It's breaking!"

He cast an eye at the doors, wondering if there was any possibility that he could get out... And noticed that it was the doors that made the sound. They swung open, and a prince stumbled in.
"Arrow!" Darren sighed with relief and rose from the floor. The very muscular prince looked awful, with black rings around his eyes.

"Darren! Good to see you... I haven't slept anything this day... But I left my coffin just a minute ago. I couldn't stop thinking about the rumours. They say that there are aeroplanes flying above our mountain. I don't know what we would do if they found us! I didn't sleep at all... I'm exhausted!" he whimpered.

"Don't worry, Arrow. They're just rumours. said Darren, trying to calm the older prince down. Darren saw that Arrow walked across the spot that was unsteady, according to Gavner.

"Arrow, is the floor underneath you creaking?"

"No... I can't hear anything, at least... But who knows, my senses might be bad in this state."

"I'm worried. Gavner said that there were tiny cracks also." Darren said uncomfortably and started to shift around in his throne.

"Calm down, kid." replied Arrow, and smiled, amused.

An hour later, Mika Ver Leth, Paris Skyle and Arrow sat in their thrones. They had a hard decision to make; Now all the Generals wanted them to check the floor in the Hall of Princes. They all claimed that the floor was about to break.

"Of course it can't break!" Mika snapped. "It's made of solid stone!"

"I'm with Mika," Arrow said thoughtfully. "It would be most incredible if the floor collapsed... That would mean that the whole mountain beneath this room should break apart."

"I don't know... Maybe if the part of the mountain beneath us is hollow?" Paris suggested.

Mika grunted for answer. "What do you think, Darren?"

The youngest prince was very afraid, and ran across the hall to jump at every inch of the floor.

"How should I know? What if it does?" He whimpered and jumped up and down. "This part feels solid, at least."

"Be careful!" Paris warned him. "What if the floor breaks when you're ju..."

Suddenly, it started to appear cracks underneath Darren's feet. He had no time to react, and a black, big hole cracked open. Darren fell backwards with his arms spinning around like mixers. It all went so fast.

"AAAAHHHHH!" he screamed and disappeard in the dark.

The princes sat there, quiet for a moment.

"Did the floor just break?" Mika asked slowly.

"D-Did Darren ju-just fall through the floor?" Paris stuttered.

Arrow blinked. "Ehh... Right... Back to the discussion... Who think that we shall repair the floor?" Paris and Mika instantly raised their hands.
"Then it's decided." They smiled and called for the Generals to repair the floor.

With Darren still somewhere underneath it.

And that was the first chapter! Sorry if it was very short. Promise the next one will be longer!
So... What do you think?
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Hope you enjoyed! :)

~Virvelmaster~