Hey, guys! I'm back! Sorry if this sucks, I'm still trying to get used to writing again (I haven't been writing original stuff either, I'm terrible Dx). Oh, and Ozuma thy AWESOME Vampanatic 8 is going to start writing again too so go read his stuff (Lol, me and my free advertising).

Disclaimer: I haven't suddenly aquired the rights to The Saga of Darren Shan since the last chapter.

Sam's POV

Puking. In a random bush. Feel like I'm about to faint again. My head is going to explode.

"Hey, kid!"

I try to say 'what' but it just comes out as a loud moan.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?"

"Uh..."

And then I faint again.

? POV

I sigh and pull the kid out of his puke. I swing him over my shoulder and look around. I can see a load of tents and caravans in the distance so I decide to head that way, figuring it must be some sort of camp or a circus. If the kid doesn't live there then they might have a phone I can borrow to call an ambulance or something.

I trudge in the general direction of the tents. Damn, this kid is heavier than he looks! This is what I get for helping people. When I finally get there though, I nearly faint myself.

In front of me I see someone I never expected to see again. Same bright blue eyes, same jet-black hair, same smile. I know it's him instantly. I never truly believed he was dead.

Then he turns away from the green-skinned...thing he's talking to and looks at me. His eyes widen. A smile plays at his lips but it's gone as soon as it appeared. His eyes fall to the unconscious kid on my shoulder.

"Sam!" He cries and he rushes towards me, followed by Green-Skin Boy.

Sam's POV

I hear Darren's voice. He's speaking to someone who's voice I don't recognize. I open my eyes. I'm in Darren's tent. How did I get here?

Darren comes running from the other side of the tent to help me sit up. He's smiling but the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"This is like the 5th time you've fainted this week," He tries to sound nonchalant but I can hear the worry in his voice.

"How did I get here?" I ask, ignoring the statement even though I know it's true.

"Steve brought you hear," He beams, indicating a grey-haired boy who's watching us from the corner of the tent.

He blinks. "Hi,"

"Er, hi," I reply.

"Sam, Steve was a friend of mine before I became a half-vampire," Darren explained. "Steve, this is my friend, Sam. He's also a half-vampire."

Steve continues to blink at me half-heartedly. "I see."

"Anyway, Sam," Darren laughs awkwardly. "How are you feeling? Would you like something to drink?"

I shake my head. "Thanks but I'd rather just get some sleep."

"Okay," He turns to Steve. "Come on, Steve. I want to introduce you to Mr. Crepsley."

Steve gets up, smiles a creepy smile at me then follows Darren out of the tent.

Just pointing out that in this fic, the whole thing with Steve at the graveyard never happened. So he didn't know that Darren was a vampire, Darren told him while Sam was unconscious.