My Brave Darren
Chapter 2
By MangaMistress
Sound asleep in his hammock he is. Exhausted from all his princely duties.
This is such a rare chance; Darren is either locked away in the hall or surrounded by generals and other vampires waiting for his decisions. So this could really be my only chance. If I do not get this out of my system now then I might end up harming Darren unintentionally. The urge to be with him could prove to great for even a vampire's will power. I do not want to be the one to ruin that brave, innocent spirit. But what I do want, I cannot have. So either I get this over and done with now or I become the most hated person in Darren's life, I will look no better than a pervert in his young eyes. You may think me a pervert now, however remember why I am doing this. Better he does not know of my feelings than to discover them in an act of unwanted lust.
Harkat is with Seba on the other side on one of the far sides of the mountain and the whole place is pretty much empty, apart from the guards and Princes. Vampires and the generals only come when summoned or for special events.
Darren's hammock is set low to the ground, he has a habit of rolling out of it when he sleeps .
(As thick as his head can be he would suffer damage if he repeatedly falls on top of the hard stone floor) I crouch to my knees beside him; listening intently as he breathes. His chest rises and drops slowly underneath his blanket with each intake. Being cooped up in the mountain for so long has impaired his lungs a little. He has barely taken a step outside since being invested as a Prince. One night he got the chance and it was nearly the death of him. It was a late night so I joined him when he told he was going to step outside fro a while. The fresh air was a huge relief for me, Fresh pine trees scented the air and flowers were popping up from the melting snow. I had been out many times already but each time I step out that mountain it always feels like I have been locked away in there my whole life. It must have felt that way for Darren too because he nearly coughed up both lungs. I tried to take him back inside but he would have none of it. He had already accepted that being a vampire meant being a prisoner to the night but would not let himself become captive to the mountain. Such a brave boy.
Eventually he adjusted and was able to enjoy the night as much as I was. He would have stayed in that spot all night, maybe even watch the sun rise and set again, but a guard arrived and said Darren was needed back in the hall. I stood at the entrance watching the guard leave. When I turned to Darren I felt my heart sink to see tears weld up in his eyes.
Darren is like in a way; he also loved the simple life of a Vampire. He is young and full of most ambition, just like any other vampire. Prince life is for those who have had their time as a free Vampire and a fighting general and were ready to move on to guide other vampires. It was cruel to subject Darren to that life so young, but it was to save his life. Now he has to carry out the duties of a vampire prince; advising and guiding the clan in our time of war.
He fought back those tears with a lot of effort. Probably not wanting to look weak in front of me. I wish he had allowed himself to cry though, it would have been an excuse to touch his lovely face, if only for a moment.
But, now that I have the chance to feel his skin, I do not want to. I imagine is soft like a lily to the touch but my hands are dry and coarse. To graze my hands against his face would be a sin on life. My finger nails would surely cut skin that soft easily, even if I were to only gently brush them over. I dare not touch him with such foul hands, so I will kiss him instead. My lips will undoubtedly feel more than my hands ever could.
I softly pressed my lips to his forehead. I then held my breath when stirred. Luckily for me Darren is a heavy sleeper so he soon settled and I was free to continue. I left a light a light trail of kisses from his head to his nose. Now the lips. Such an amazing piece of the body. From there we can touch and release the soul without the need of words.
The heat, the unique feeling that hit me as I kissed his lips. My heart felt like a heavy drum in my chest. I was suddenly struck with the memory of an old story of how a man was driven mad by the beat of heart he thought he had silenced.
I am no dead man, but I fear ,y pounding heart will wake even Darren up. I tried to calm myself down but it was effortless, especially when he kissed me back! I felt the pressure of his lips against mine and I felt myself trembling over him. My widened with shock, however his were shut and rolling behind the eyelids.
Just perfect.
The response I longed for so long was not even real. He is dreaming and most likely about a women. Why else would he act his way? I pulled away and let him fall back into his hammock. What was I thinking? Darren would never see me in that way. I turned to leave. Now my own eye started to leak from this aching feeling in my chest.
I would have run if it were not for what I heard I heard at that moment. Darren sighed loudly; a word escaping his lips, no, a name. My name.
…….."Larten"……
I cannot believe it. Am I dreaming? No, no dream could be this wonderful. This was real. Darren wants me. What he just said sent my blood rushing like wolfs on the hunt.
He stirred again and I was afraid this time he would wake up. Thankfully he did not. Instead he was reaching for something, himself. In his sleep he does not have much accuracy so I run to his side again and quickly slip my hand underneath his blanket to guide him.
I abandoned the thought of him rejecting me, he wanted me and this was proof. The urge to touch him has now surpassed my control. Earlier I was too afraid, but now everything has changed.
With my hand on top of his we travelled down the valley of his body, past the trousers, under the waistband until we reached 'it'. I gave a low shuddered breath at the touch. He is still so soft, but I am going to change that. My hand is achieving much more than Darren's. In his sleepy state all he can seem to manage is just a gentle massage. My hand however was performing everything a single hand could possibly do. Without waking him I stroked and pulled freely.
"Larten" he groaned again as I caressed the tip with my thumb.
'God Darren you are not even awake and you have me pulling you off'
That's when I realised something; Darren is only asleep. If he is dreaming of me he might not actually be wanting to dream it. This could be something he does not want to happen. I remember the looks again. They were not looks of affection, or amusement or temptation, it was disgust. His recent purge could be the cause of all this. All his sudden hormones whirling out of control and surrounded by male vampires will have confused his body.
My heart sank. I wish I could just curl up in my cape and vanish. How could I have done this? I am a disgrace as a mentor. I quickly let go and spun on my heel to run. I only got half way to the doorway when…
I never realised how hard it is to write in present tense form a person's point of view. It's actually pretty tricky. No wonder Darren Shan's such an accomplished writer.
