Giving the stack of pictures one last glance Darren moved to put them back in their proper place inside the desk drawer. Looking down so he could put them in the proper place Darren saw, with great happiness, that he had missed a solitary picture that was lying in the bottom of the desk drawer.

He picked it up carefully; it looked like a newspaper almost. The paper on the edges was yellowing, but some of the parts looked recently drawn, as the color was darker and more prominent. It had no label, it didn't need one, it was easy enough to tell what it was. A complex collection of many pictures, all depicting a different scene.

On the upper right of the paper, in faded black was a drawing of Vanez Blane. He was turned at an angle, one arm extended in front of him in fighting position, and a long, thin sword held in his other, turned forwards. His short hair had flecks of blood in it, and his face was bared in a vicious battle snarl. With his empty eye-socket he looked truly frightening. Darren shuddered to think about what he was actually trying to kill, it had to be hard to kill for his face to look like that.

Right next to Vanez, where it looked like he was pointing his sword at the neighboring picture, was the vampire Darren had come to know as Patrick Goulder, and Gavner Purl. They were standing up, facing each other, both wearing a serious expression. As Darren looked closer he realized that the two of them had there fingertips pressed together. Gavner was becoming a vampire, or half-vampire. Darren had never actually though of any of his adult friends going through the same thing he had. The blood going through his veins, the jolt of pain when it hit his heart, he knew it had happened to them, but he had never really though about it.

The third and final scene at the top of the page was of Seba and Mr. Crepsley. They were sitting at a table, discussing something. Mr. Crepsley had his defining scar, so Darren could tell that he was no longer Seba's apprentice, he was a full vampire. His mentor looked worried, and Seba's usual smile had disappeared from his face. Darren's mentor looked very anxious and like he was in a seriously dark mood, Darren had never seen him look like that, not even when they were going to fight Murlough.

A little below them was Kurda and Mika Ver Leth. Kurda was smiling at the prince, his mouth open and his arms spread wide, like he was explaining something very important. Mika looked very bored, and his usual scowl was the only emotion gracing his features. Darren almost laughed at that. Kurda was enthusiastic as always, while the vampire prince was bored. As usual.

Next to them was a green haired man, dressed in grotesque animal fur that was in desperate need of a washing. He's talking to a familiar face though. Desmond Tiny was standing across form the green man, his heart shaped watch swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Darren had no idea what they were discussing in the tiny picture, but just seeing Mr. Tiny made the teenager shiver, and the green man wasn't exactly reassuring.

Last in that row of pictures was Arra, Seba, and Mr. Crepsley. They were lying side by side with Arra's head on Mr. Crepsley's chest. He had his hand laid softly on her hair, a few strands of the ebony caught in between his fingers. Her eye's were closed, she gave off the image that she was sleeping, Mr. Crepsley's eyes were closed too, and both of them looked perfectly at peace, like everything in there life was exactly the way it should be.

The one underneath them was the newest drawing; it was Darren and Harkat, walking down the halls of Vampire Mountain. Darren didn't even remember this, but it must have been shortly after they arrived. He was still in his gray outfit, while Harkat was still in his bright blue travel robes. Darren had his head turned toward the little person, and his mouth open as he talked in the picture, while Harkat's green moons were staring back at him.

In the middle of the bottom section of the page was Gavner and Arra. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and her head was buried in her arms that were crossed on her drawn-up knees. The whole scene reflected sadness, from Gavner's helpless frown, to Arra's crushed pose. Darren had no idea what was going on, and he wasn't sure he exactly wanted to.

The last picture on the page was Mr. Crepsley, Arra, Gavner, Darren, and Harkat. They were standing in the hall of sport, standing up, all talking. The Darren in the picture was staring wide eyed, along with Harkat, at the adult vampires. Mr. Crepsley was right in the middle of rolling his eyes, while Gavner was laughing, and Arra was staring defiantly at the pair of them. Darren laughed at the picture; it had captured the six of them perfectly in that moment.

All the pictures had done that. They had all captured little bits of life, intricately and perfectly, so that other people could look at them. Darren had loved them, loved seeing all of his friends life on paper. He had learned so much about them, he had learned important things about his big new family. He placed them back in the dresser and shut the door, and then headed out to find Mr. Crepsley and Harkat. Maybe they could do something together.

(A/N) Hence the end of Desenhando De Vampiro, or Portuguese for Drawings of Vampires. Thank goodness for everyone who reviewed and favorited.

THIS IS IMPORTANT! If I get any requests to keep moving with this story, I might, but until then it is done. Peace out, peoples!