Well I wrote this in about 2 hours in which I COULD have been sleeping and appreciating this huge-ass snowstorm, but no, I dragged my ass out of a very comfy bed so I could get this done in time for Christmas. This is either the second-last or the third-last chapter. Not much goes on in it, but it's leading up to something pretty awesome....
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For three hours straight, Darren lay in his coffin and cried from dissapointment, stress, anger, frustration, sleep deprivation, and the unescapable feeling that he was unappreciated. After everything he'd done for his friends, they still just treated him like a half-human who just needed to be babysat, meanwhile he was the one doing the babysitting! How could creatures over a century old be so immature?
Darren contemplated this as he got up from his cozy coffin and wobbled over to the tiny fridge in his room. He felt slightly better as he indulged in a colourful Christmas doughnut and a pop, but not better enough to go downstairs and face his friends, who were probably celebrating and partying it up, now that their Christmas responsibilities had been called off.
But who cared? Not Darren!
He checked the time on his laptop. In a few hours, Christmas Eve would officially arrive. Darren had prepared as best he could. There wasn't going to be a Christmas play, so that was that. He began wondering how early his preperations should begin next year, but abandoned the thought. Who was he kidding? If the gang truly wasn't interested, he had no chance of ever pulling it off. With a painful jolt, he realised that Christmas was a thing of the past. His past, but not his future.
Darren wandered around his room, thinking depressive thoughts, until he eventually migrated back to his coffin and fell asleep. By the time he woke up, it was officially Christmas Eve, 5 hours intil the play was supposed to have been performed. Trying not to think about the hard work he'd put into it, he amused himself on his laptop by answering an e-mail from Debbie. Unfortunately, it was a total lie, as he was not able to tell her he was a half-Vampire living inside a Mountain, he told her he was currently living on a boat in the middle of the China Sea. As far as he knew, she believed him. But his laptop failed to amuse him as he began to feel extreme humger. Despite his anger towards the rest of the gang, he made his way downstairs. As he passed the door to the Hall of Princes, he heard music. Loud music. And voices. With a horrible sinking feeling, he realised that his friends were partying without him! Clenching his fists, he bypassed the door and entered the kitchen. He loaded his backpack full of snacks and juice boxes, as he didn't know how much longer he'd be holed up in his room. When he passed the Hall of Princes, he plugged his ears so he couldn't hear the party.
Back in his room, he sat with his back against the wall, sipping his juicebox, and feasting on a cookie. Trying to pretend that he was camping. It wasn't going so well, actually. He contemplated the gifts he'd ordered. They had arrived, so he figured he might as well give them, but he wasn't going to be merry about it. Right now, he felt more Scroogely than Mika.
4 and a half hours of camping passed...4 hours and 45 minuites...
There was a knock at his door. Lacing his expression with as much pissyness as humanly -no, Vampirically possible, he opened it...to reveal Harkat standing there, looking joyful and holding a little gift-wrapped box.
"Hi Darren!" he squeaked, sounding nervous.
"Hey..."
"I'm so sorry...that you feel unappreciated. I appreciate...you." said Harkat as he hugged the highest place on Darren he could reach: his knees.
"It's okay, Harkat." darren replied, kneeling down to give his best friend a proper hug. "You're the most appreciative out of everyone."
"I still feel bad." the Little Person sighed. "Will you...accept this apology...gift?" he asked hopefully, holding up the little package.
Darren carefully unwrapped the little box.
"Harkat, it's perfect." he gasped. It was a little snowglobe, but not any snowglobe! Inside was the infamous picture of the gang at the ski resort, the exact same one that had given Darren the greatest gift idea ever several nights ago.
"I'm going to hang it up on the tr-" he stopped abruptly. He was going to say tree, but no more of that. ""I'm going to hang it up on the, um, wall. " he corrected himself.
"That's the other...reason I came up...hare." said Harkat, shuffling his feet. "You can't give up...on Christmas! You know..you don't really...want to."
"Harkat, what other choice do I have?" Darren complained. "It's hardly Christnas if you're celebrating alone."
"Darren Shan, as long...as you live...in this...Mountain, you'll never be...alone." the Little Person said wisely. "Come with...me!"
Reluctant, but curious, Darren followed him out of the room and downstairs, all thw way to the door to the Hall of Princes. The music was no longer playing.
"Harkat, what's going on?"
"Shhhh..." Harkat knocked three times on the door. "Okay guys...I'm bringing him...in!"
"Wait, you can't just-I don't want to-"
Harkat opened the door and flung Darren inside. And his jaw dropped.
6 MORE DAYS BITCHEZZZZZ!!! :D
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*Roxxy,
How do you stay so fresh?
I think cool thoughts.
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