OH WOW! I haven't updated for a while now! XD I didn't think anyone actually read my stories (hardly checks her emails or inbox XD)

Anyway, I am NOT dead so don't worry~ :D Anyway, I had a bit of writer's block while typing this up so bare with me if it's not good enough for the 2 month wait XP

Today joining us for the disclaimer is...Vancha?

Vancha: Hello there~! :3

Wait, you're not even in this fan fic- nor do I plan on putting you in this one! D:

Vancha: but I'm Vancha, so I'm everywhere so shut up~! :D

...Right, well, get the disclaimer started with...

Vancha: Maid Unti Darren-Kun doesn't own me :3

Um...The rest?

Vancha: Oh yeah- she also doesn't own Cirque Du Freak or any of its characters- or me :3

OK- THEY GET IT- I DON'T OWN YOU!

Vancha: Hee hee~ :3 Enjoy~!

⌐_⌐ I should totally kill him... (Long A/N s LONG x - x)

Angie smiled when she saw her boys come down the stairs; they were smiling and held onto each others' hands. Darren squeaked when he heard the ding come from the kitchen. He hugged Steve closer while the other boy just giggled at Darren's reaction. Getting up from her spot on the couch, Angie went over to the kitchen, took the popcorn out of the microwave and poured it into a large bowl.

Seeing his mother walk back into the living room calmly with the bowl of deliciousness in her hands, Darren's eyes gleamed as he dragged Steve to the couch and began to scarf down as much popcorn he could fit in his mouth.

Mrs. Shan got up once again and pulled out the movie Wall-E from the top of the television. Darren and Steve gasped and immediately got comfortable in their spots. The raven haired boy had seen this movie a various amount of times and it still had yet to get old. Steve, on the other hand, only saw previews for the movie and couldn't wait to watch it. "How'd you know which movie to pick, Mrs. Shan!"

The older woman giggled as she plopped the disk into the player. "Call it a mother's intuition."

"Mom, what's intuition mean?"

"It's a grown up word for a hunch."

"Like the things that people get on their backs if they stand funny?" Steve couldn't help but laugh at his friend's obliviousness. Reaching over to the child, he instantly got a hold of Darren and pulled him close to him. Darren couldn't help but blush. The platinum haired boy smiled cutely and bit his lower lip. He wasn't sure why, but he had to ward of the desire to pet Darren's head. He could get away with it and say he was pretending Darren was a doggy but he still held back the desire.

The movie began to play and the three watched with joy. Darren was continuously reciting quotes before they came up. Of course, Steve was starting to get a bit annoyed but the other boy was able to figure that out and he stopped his quoting and silenced himself.

Darren couldn't help the fact he was ready to fall fast asleep but he kept forcing his eyes to stay open. Maybe I should just go to sleep now. Lemme just get my-

"Mommy," Angie looked down to her son and smiled. "Where'd you put my blankie?"

Angie's smile faded and her eyes widened. She couldn't believe she forgot Darren's blanket at the park! Well, maybe she could believe since the whole incident at the park... "Um..."

"Mommy..." Darren crawled over Steve and to his mother. Steve turned his attention from the movie to the raven haired boy. "Mom, where's my blankie~!" Darren was on the verge of tears and Angie didn't know what to do.

"Darren, I'm sorry but I think I left it at the park..." And the waterworks started.

Larten sealed the small incision on the woman's neck and laid her sitting up on the wall. A small, green blanket was clenched in his other hand. The man walked away and towards the nearby neighborhood. Why am I doing this again?

Really- why was he doing this? It was just a blanket after all- a slightly ripped, applesauce (he hoped that it was applesauce...) stained rag. It's not as if it was made of the most expensive of silks and sewn by the most skillful of craftsmen. It was just a stitched together blanket that the boy's mother probably knitted for him when he was just a baby.

Maybe that was why- the boy. He was...cute. A word Larten almost never used. Almost never. After the whole little "situation" that just recently occurred, the vampire had stumbled upon the blanket on the edge of the bench. On any other occasion, he'd have paid no heed to it. However, he remembered that the woman (his first pick for a meal) had come with the two boys, one of them clinging to the rag as if his life depended on it.

Remembering his overly concerned expression when he handed the blanket to his mother made him want to return it.

He brought the blanket close to his nose and inhaled, hoping to get a scent of the boy. His scent was as clear as day and began towards the boy's location.

Darren hadn't ceased his crying. His mother had tried everything she could to cheer him up. Steve was also doing his fair share. The platinum haired child had been hugging Darren, telling that'd they'd go on a search when the sun got up and wouldn't come back till they found his blanket. Sadly, it didn't help much.

Angie did all she could think of- whether it be beg for forgiveness, make him hot cocoa (which he didn't bother touching) or telling him she'd get him a new blanket. Nothing was going to phase him. She was going to be doomed to his crying for at least the next week and then a complete silent treatment for God knows how long...

The doorbell rang and Angie nearly had a heart attack. Who the hell could that be at a time like this? She got up from the couch and to answer the door. Jeez, this better be good...

That's all for now~ :3 Read and Review~~ :3

Darren: *thrashing around* I WANT MY BLANKIE! I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT! WAAAAAAH!

Steve: Please Darren- I'll do anything~! You can even wear this bunny costume!

Darren: How is that suppose to make me happy? D: