After an 8:30 am riding practice, my ass hurts and I am exhasuted, so I'm just gonna get right to it and break my long tradition of replying reviews. (It's a bit short, I apologize.)

What kind of sound does a Vampire make when a giant spider sneaks up behind him dragging a massive piece of paper? If you guessed "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!!" you'd be quite correct. At least you would if the Vampire in question was named Kurda Smahlt.

"Goodness, Kurda!" exclaimed Larten Crepsley, hurrying forward and snatching the spider out of harm's way. "You can't step on her before her big day! Now what do you have first on your list, Madam Octa?"

Madam Octa pointed to the first item on the incredibly long list of details that needed to be planned for her wedding. Mr. Crepsley turned to the other Vampires.

"She is open to suggestions on where the wedding should be held." he announced.

"The Hall of Death?" Mika mumbled, earning him an annoyed look from Larten and a hungry look from Madam Octa.

"Like...outside?" Kurda added. "That's like, really "in" this year, I've heard..."

"How about the Hall of Princes?" Paris Skyles suggested kindly.

Mika and Arrow looked revolted beyond belief, but Madam Octa was nodding, so no one dared to disagree.

When the bride-to-be had crawled away with her fiancee, the Vampires were left with the Task List. (Insert scary music.) Darren spent several minuites scribbling on a piece of paper before taping it to the wall.

"How DARE you waste our supply of tape on this abomination!?" Seba wailed.

"We have...lots more, Seba...look!" said Harkat gently, holding up a box of rolls upon rolls of tape. Someone had obviously stocked up. Seba hyperventilated a sigh of relief.

"Just do not waste it!" he grumbled to no one in particular.

"Anyway" said Darren, pointing at the list. "I've assigned everyone a job!"

Mika groaned. Kurda cheered, not knowing what the heck Darren was talking about.

THIS WEEK:

1: Pick Theme

2: Decorate Hall of Princes

3: Make dress

4: Guest list

5: Buy/wrap/organize gifts

NEXT WEEK:

6: Prepare food

7: Select music

8: Set up dance floor/strobe lights

"Wait, when the hell is this wedding?" Arrow asked.

"In two weeks." Larten answered calmly. "That's what Madam Octa wishes."

"Two weeks? Weddings take at least a year to plan!" the bald Vampire exclaimed. When everyone looked at him in alarm, he muttered bitterly "Trust me, I've been there." Nobody pushed the issue any farther than that.

"So, we've got two weeks to plan something that takes a year." said Darren cheerfully. "Can we do it?"

Mostly everyone said a passionate "No", but Darren didn't let that wipe the smile off his face. He was going to plan a wedding that would make Mr. Crepsley proud!

"I'm with you...Darren!" Harkat grinned. "Let's keep...Madam Octa happy!"

--

Darren had had an exhausting day attempting to decorate (but why the Hall had to be decorated two weeks in advance was a mystery to most.). It had went a little something like this: After picking the theme ("Sparkles", much to Kurda's delight) Madam Octa selected her wedding party: her Maid of Honour would be Seba, her Flower Girl would be Kurda, her Ring Bearer would be Darren, Larten would give her away, and her other bridesmaids were Mika, Arrow, and Paris, and lastly, Harkat filled the grand role of Minister.

Kurda had said (unsuprisingly): "Why can't I be Minister? They need someone attractive to stand on the thingy and say the stuff!

"I can just hear you marrying them, Kurda... "K, so I like, pronounce you and you to be, like, hooked! Now who wants to see me naked?" Arrow teased. Mika laughed and hi-fived Arrow. This made Kurda upset, so he kicked the wall, causing a huge painting of some old Vampire Princes to fall on Seba's head. Predictably, Seba screamed that the sky was falling and went to hide beneath Paris's throne. Unfortunately, he didn't quite fit, the throne tipped over on his attempts to crawl beneath. Somone had wisely laid a can of sparkly purple paint on the seat, which now covered Paris's throne. Kurda wanted to know why he couldn't have a sparkly throne, too. Mika pointed out that he didn't even have a throne, so Kurda decided to make one, turning half the Hall into his private construction site. Too bad he had no idea how to work power tools...

But that was only one problem.

Larten and Darren leaned a ridiculously huge ladder (100 feet, bought off eBay) against the wall to hang up some white feathery glitter wreaths. Turned out Darren was absolutely terrified at climb to the top, so Larten volunteered. As he was hanging the first of the 50 wreaths, One of Kurda's power tools exploded, leaving his hair and eyebrows singed. The smoking remains of the tool flew everywhere, and one tiny speck landed in the worst place possible: the sensetive eye of an orange-haired Vampire standing at the top of a very tall ladder. Mr. Crepsley screamed shrilly and lost his grip on the ladder,which came crashing down, leaving him clinging to the wreath. He hung for about one second before plummeting 100 feet to the floor along with the wreath.

He hit the ground with a THUNK. Darren screamed. Kurda shrieked. Mika said "HOLY SHIT!" Everyone crowded around the fallen Vampire. He didn't move. Harkat poked him

"Larten, are you all right?" Paris said loudly.

"I think he's sleeping." said Kurda wisely.

"Mr. Crepsley, wake up!" Darren wailed. The orange-haired mentor did not move. "Please?"

Harkat prodded him.

"He shouldn't be...dead, a vampire...could survive more...than a 100 foot drop!" the Little Person said matter-of-factly, causing Darren to burst into tears.

"But if he landed on his neck, he could be paralysed." Arrow added. Darren howled.

"Well, is he, like, breathing?" Kurda asked.

Harkat bent forward to check...

CLIFFHANGER!!

so long, suckers.

:) xoxo!

(shortest AN's in Roxypony history :O Remember this day.)