They came up and their dad left them with us.

"You want to watch to TV?" I asked them.

Their response was something along the lines of a yes.

I switched it on and left them to it.

I started cooking and asked them what they liked, they said they liked everything except from the peas. So I left them in the small freezer that was in the corner of the kitchen.

The food was ready so we all sat down, on the sofas, and ate. They ate everything and didn't leave one bit. After they were hyper, I went to wash the plates up, and I left the boys with Larten.

I washed everything up quickly and looked over a Larten. He was holding two of the boys in his arms, trying to balance the hyper tots. I watched as the other one, which was walking round, stopped, looked at Larten and ran full pelt at him. Larten couldn't stop the boy as he crashed into his manly stuff. The boy ran off laughing when Larten grimaced in pain and set the other boys down. The father collected his kids a few seconds after that, thanking me and paying me quite a bit.

When I looked over to Larten, who was on his knees coughing, I couldn't help but giggle just a little bit.

Who would have thought it? A vampire getting beaten up by a 3 year old.

I went over to him and helped him up, he was all red faced, and plopped him onto the couch. I thought for a while until I went into the freezer and got out the bag of frozen peas. I went and sat close to Larten, who had his head hunched forwards in pain and his hands covering his area. I slowly moved his hands out of the way and replaced them with the frozen peas.

His head went back at the coldness of the peas, but he didn't move them away.

We sat there for about 5 minutes.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Yes." He said quickly.

"Do you want a drink of water or something?" He shook his head.

"Can you walk?" I asked him, thinking he might be more comfortable in a bed.

He shook his head.

"Does it really hurt that much?" I asked, sort of taken aback by how much pain he was in.

"Every vampire has a weak spot, guess where mine is." He told me.

I didn't need to.

"We have to go, I haven't got this room tonight."

"But I can't move."

"I will have to carry you."

He was about to argue but he realised he wasn't going to win, so he shut his mouth.

"How will we take your case also?"

"I will carry it. We will have to go through the window, it would look too weird having you on my back whilst going through the lobby."

I helped Larten onto my back, picked up my case and jumped out of the window. He let out a little cry when we hit the floor, probably the pressure on his...weak spot.

I ran as quick as I could but when we came to the Cirque grounds he told me he could walk for the rest.

He slid off of my back and walked stiffly to the front gates, where we saw fire.

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