"Darren!" The orange-haired vampire quietly hissed into the dark brown-haired teen's ear and gave him a nudge in the ribs to wake him up. Darren's eyes snapped open and he responded with a quick shrug and a silent sigh. All these training sessions, planning, discussions, meetings, and war business have taken their toll on Darren. You see,Darren is a half vampire, blooded at the age of twelve, and just a year ago he became a prince. Not with a crown and giant castle or servants-vampire princes are the leaders of the vampires and they are in charge of the welfare of the entire clan. They dwell in the vampire's secret base-Vampire Mountain. A nice-sized mountain in the middle of nowhere full of tunnels and caves, where the vampires rest and sleep and train. Normally it wouldn't be so busy in the mountain, but around a year ago the threat of the Vampaneze hit home with a secret plot to kill the princes and turn the vampires into vampaneze. Since then a war sparked-The War of the Scars, not a giant battle, but-((mostly))-a bunch of small fights with a group of three or four vampires and vampaneze. All over the world. Needless to say, it's been super boring and tiring for the new prince, all his spare time is spent trying to get a bite to eat or a wink of sleep.

" Sorry, Mr. Crepsley." Darren muttered back. Mr. Crepsley is the orange-haired vampire that turned Darren, officially Darren's mentor. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Darren glanced around the odd blue-colored cave that gave off a nice light. The other three princes-((there are a total of five princes,but sire Vancha is out on official vampire business))-Mika Ver Leth,Arrow and Paris Skyle were sitting on their thrones, finishing a discussion with a group of Generals. Generals were a level below princes. there are three different main ranks in Vampire mountain; regular vampires, then vampire generals and, at the very top, the vampire princes. From what Darren could hear, they were discussing how to train the news-bloods. (Vampires that are new to the clan.) A pretty controversial subject. Eventually the discussion came to a head, a shouting match, and the Generals were dismissed.

"Is that it for now?" Darren asked the princes half-hopefully. He really wanted to talk to his best friend-Harkat. Harkat is a little blue-hooded person who was created by a mysterious stranger called Desmond Tiny. He has a grey ,scarred face, no ears or nose, giant eyes and a large mouth full of jagged teeth. Darren first came across him at the Cirque and nicknamed him Lefty-because he has a slight limp on his left leg. Mika gave a small amused snicker at his question and Paris threw on a soft smile. One that sorta reminded Darren of his grandparents who he used to visit once a year, before he set foot in the Cirque and stole Madam Octa.

"I am afraid not Darren. Very soon another group of generals are going to be wanting to discuss some more matters with us." He paused and stroked his beard,as if deep in thought. "Larten, when are you planning on training him today?" Paris asked, now addressing Mr. Crepsley. Mr. Crepsley cast his assistant a glance and let out a small shrug. "Whenever he can sire." Crepsley replied stiffly. Paris gave a small nod of approval and got up to check with the Stone of Blood.

The Stone of blood is a sacred artifact to the vampires. A prince or any vampire((or vampaneze)) can use the stone of blood to find ANY vampire in the clan. It's generally used to position warriors in different cities, or to keep an eye on things so it's barely used. Except lately. With the constant vampaneze threats and battles between them occurring on a pretty-much-nightly basis the Stone of Blood is being used way more often.

As soon as Paris rushed off, Arrow turned to Darren and gave his knuckles a loud crack. "I've been hearing good things concerning your progress with your training." He said with a small smile, obviously trying to break some of the silence and gloom in the hall between the now four vampires.

"Really?" Darren blinked in surprise. Sure he's been spending a lot of his free time practicing, but he was nothing compared to most of the vampires in the mountain.

"Yup," Arrow replied with a now large smile and nod. "If you ever wish to spar with me,I'd definitely want to." He added. Darren stared back at the heavily-muscled vampire and bit his lip. Most of the vampires in vampire mountain were pretty hugely-built, but Arrow is the biggest vampire in the mountain. After his wife died, killed by the vampaneze, he committed all of his time to intense training so that if he was ever in a fight with a vampaneze he'd be able to take them down no problem. "I dunno...-if it would be wise sire,I am only a half-vampire-" Darren paused mid-sentence and turned to face Mr. Crepsley. "-Would it?" He asked his mentor curiously. Mr. Crepsley looked at his assistant, to Arrow and back to Darren again.

"It would not be a definite win, but it would not be unwise to accept. Just challenging. I would put your odds at fifty-fifty. Where you lack muscles, you have speed and cunning." He responded curtly. Darren grinned at the half-compliment from his usually strict, almost-emotionless mentor and turned to face Arrow.

"I think that would be fun sire." Darren replied quickly, and Arrow beamed back in reply. Both vampires shook hands, to show their agreement. Whilst they were shaking hands Paris returned and stared at both vampires with amused eyes.

"What did I miss?" Paris asked whilst sitting back down on his throne, noticing that Arrow and Darren were now smiling.

"Darren and Arrow have just agreed to spar with each other. When time permits it." Mika, the usually quiet and solemn black-haired prince replied, gesturing towards both vampires. Paris smiled and chuckled a bit. Before he could form an actual verbal response a grinding, sorta mechanical sound BLASTED off of the glowing walls and roof of the cave. Everyone covered their eyes and winced at the amplified, mind-blowing sound.

"Where is that blasted noise coming from?!" Mika yelled over the noise. Before anyone could respond, a large blue police box just seemed to appear in thin air a little over twenty feet away from them, leaving all five of them wide-eyed, slack-jawed and speechless. Not even three seconds later the doors of the police box opened and a man emerged. A tallish man with short and brown curly hair, wearing a dingy-looking hat and the longest and most colorful scarf that any of the vampires had seen. No one could see his face or what he was wearing underneath his long tan coat because he was currently facing the opposite direction of the still-shocked vampires.

"Who are you?" Darren croaked, barely able to form the words, just hoping the stranger was friendly. After looking around a bit, the stranger turned around and smiled a large smile.

But not a menacing or creepy smile-like that of Demond Tiny's. Desmond Tiny was a creepy and super evil stranger that Darren had only spoke to once-and that was one time to much! Desmond's smile seemed to make you think that he was going to eat you alive or torture and kill every single one of your loved ones. No, the stranger's smile seemed like just a warm, genuinely happy almost childish smile. Nothing evil. Darren also noticed that he was wearing a light-brown suit under his giant coat. An odd outfit definitely!

Taking a small and hesitant step forward, still smiling, the stranger replied in a British accent-"Hello. I'm the doctor."