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***this fic is dedicated to the awesome KBerry***
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Oh, one more thing! In this chapter Darren is only speaking in REALLY simple sentences because he's in really bad shape and that's the best he can muster. So if I get a review regarding that, I'm just going to re-post this in their reply.
Darren's POV
The life jacket probably saved my life. Every time a wave pushed me down farther into the water, my life jacket would always bring me back up to a (sometimes) full breath of air. Other times water would get in and I would choke.
Gradually, I had started to lose sight of the ship. Speaking of that, I could barely see it at all by that point. My eyes were very blurry from all the water in them, and by the fact that I had to fight to stay conscious. I had lost a lot of blood from the gash on my head and needed to make it stop bleeding. I held my hand to it, but I didn't think that it was enough.
I looked around for something to float on, something to keep me alive. I saw nothing. I started to really freak out at this point. I didn't know where I was, if they would find me, if I was going to be alive if they ever found me, if I-
Stop, I told myself, If Mr. Crepsley were here now, he would say that need to stop panicking and focus. I snapped open my eyes and gasped at what I had just realized. This was just like my first trial! I had to calm down. It would be impossible to make a map, so I would just have to remain calm.
The waves were calming down by that point, so I lay down and enjoyed floating there, the waves gently rocking me.
The gash in my head was throbbing. It felt like somebody had hit it with a sledge hammer and then pushed me underwater. Well, one of those is true anyway. I wanted to sleep so badly, but I stayed awake, afraid that I would die if I didn't. I tried everything that I had learned to stay awake. I tried counting the stars, but the clouds were still there, so it didn't really work well. I tried to rhyme something with orange. I even tried scaring myself by pretending I was a full vampire and that the sun was about to come up. Which actually terrified me because I was expecting the second purge anytime now (A/N: I know he already had both of his purges, but go along with it!) and if I got it, well then I'm screwed. The sun would roast me.
And making me believe that I was a full vampire wasn't that hard. I think it was because I lost so much blood, which still hadn't stopped bleeding. I had lost at least 2 pints of blood already. So when I saw the pinkness of the dark night sky turning to dawn, I almost screamed.
-7 hours later-
I was just floating there now. My arm was over my eyes. I guessed that it was about 1 pm. I was so tired. I thought about sleeping. Decided against it. Might sleep now. Just so damn tired…
My eyes shut. Couldn't open them. Too heavy. Fell asleep.
Hermione's POV
They still hadn't called Darren's name. We had checked for the past few hours but there was nothing. Mr. Crepsley and Gavner told me that they were vampires-and I believe them without a doubt.
We woke them that day after we had decided they needed to get up. They were sleeping in, until noon, and when they dragged themselves out of their room, they got out some vials filled with blood and drank them.
We walked down the hall to the elevator again to go downstairs. They had gotten some more survivors, but they got some more people who were dead as well. When we called for the elevator, Max called out for us. "Excuse me, but the elevator is under repairs at the moment. Please take the stairs. Thank you." And with that, he walked away.
Suddenly, Mr. Crepsley cursed then punched the wall.
"Larten! What's wrong?" Gavner barked at his orange haired friend.
"It is all of this shit! I cannot stand to wait anymore." He looked at me. He locked his eyes with me and marched up to me. "You were with him until the ship capsized, correct?" I nodded. "When did he last drink blood?"
Darren told me that he drunk my blood once. He said that he was really sorry. He only took a sip or two, but then stopped. He didn't want to hurt me, just get some energy for the night. The day the ship sank, he said that he was going to go get more blood. But he never got the chance.
When I told Mr. Crepsley this, he stumbled backwards into the wall. With his back pressed against the wall, and his lips pressed together in a white line, he started to hit the wall with the back of his fist.
"Larten?" Gavner asked.
"Damn that stupid boy. DAMN HIS SOUL!" Mr. Crepsley shouted.
"Larten!" Gavner reached out with his hand. Mr. Crepsley smacked it away from him.
"He has not drank blood in a month, if that is the case..." He looked away and swallowed. From his eye came a small tear. Then another. More came along. "He could have drank some blood on the ship. Why...why would he do this to me?"
"What's the case if he hasn't?" I asked in a small voice.
"If he has not drank any blood, and he got injured badly or hurt in a critical place like his head, he will most likely die. Especially if he falls unconscious. That is one of the best ways to go, I suppose. In your sleep." He sniffed then walked past us all and headed for the stairs. The others sighed and Ron made a comment about him, followed by a smack to the head by Gavner. He jogged over to Larten and joined him in his walk to the stairs. The Weasleys glared at Ron for a moment then followed Mr. Crepsley. Harry stayed with me for a moment. He looked at me. He went over to the couch and sat down. He patted the cushion next to him. I went over and sat down next to my friend. After a few seconds, I broke down. I had held my emotions in for so long that I needed a break. When I started to sob, Harry put his arm around me.
"It's going to be okay, Hermione. I promise." I shook my head.
"What do you know? I don't want him to die! I love him!" I gasped as I realized that I had just let out my secret to my supposedly boyfriend's best friend. He smiled and nodded when I glanced at his face.
"I've been where you are right now. I won't tell. But let me tell you some advice: Pick the one who you think is right for you. It doesn't matter about the past. I mean, if you knew them for all of your life and don't want to be with them anymore, end it before they find out and your friendship is ruined. But it has to be right for you, not anybody else. And if he does die, you can always come to talk to me. I know a thing or two about your loved ones dying. And well, dying itself." He smirked then got up. "I'm always here for you, Hermione. Just let me know if you want to talk." And with those words of choice, he walked across the hall to the stairs and proceeded down them.
I sat there, thinking of Harry's words for a few moments. I sighed and got up. This is like twilight. Uuggg! I have to choose between a vampire and a wizard. God,I hate that series. It messes up the vampire name. Vampires are supposed to burn in the sun, not sparkle. And another thing, they have to drink human blood. Darren learned this the hard way. I could go on forever...
When I got down the stairs into the lobby, a lot of people were lined up outside the doctor's office. I scanned the line, searching for Darren, but no luck. There were about three people in line in front of the doctor's office.
The number of people alive and coming in were getting smaller and smaller every hour. When I came in, there were about twenty in line with me. Now, there was barely anybody alive anymore. When they picked me up, the helicopters dropped off the living then searched for the dead. Once they had as many bodies as the helicopter could hold, they would bring them back here. But now, they just picked up whatever bodies they could find. If they were alive, they would check them out, give them a pillow and a blanket, then have them go to sleep. If they were dead, they would place them next to the other dead bodies they found.
Anyway, after they called all of the three survivors' names, none of which were Darren's, the families whose names they were still searching for had to stay behind and listen to the dead's names.
The same guy who called out my name when I first came here walked on stage and grabbed the mic. He cleared his throat and started to speak, "Well everybody. I'm sorry that your names weren't being called. But at least it's being narrowed down. A lot of families have left in the last few days. Some happy with their families. Others...Well, anyway. We have a lot of names today. We have about forty. Let's start with the A's this time, shall we?"
We waited with all the hope in our hearts…we just wanted to know. When he didn't call, we hung our heads and listened to the vampires curse and grit their teeth together.
"Don't worry, he'll turn up, Larten. That I promise." Gavner tried to sooth Mr. Crepsley. Harkat nodded his head in agreement. Mr. Crepsley shook his head and went to his room for the rest of the night.
I sat on the balcony, looking around at the places nearby. Will I ever get to go to my parents? I sighed and brought my knees up to my chest and put my arms around them.
"Y'know," I turned my head to Ron, who was standing in the door way. "I'm losing hope that he'll ever come back." Ron walked over to me and put an arm around me for comfort.
"It's okay, love. He'll turn up. Just watch." I nodded my head then muttered under my breath, "But I don't think he will. I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen. And I learned from Harry, whenever you have those feelings, they are almost always right."
I sighed and rested my head on my arms and looked up at the stars. Darren, where are you?
Darren's POV
I woke up. Sounds were pounding at my ears. Sounded like a bird. Bird flapping its wings. I opened my eyes. It was night. Full moon. I turned my head. Moon was a really big one. Right next to me. Water was totally still. Sounds were closer. Looked up. There was something there. It disturbed the water and made it shake. I blinked. There was a light in the thing. It shone on my eyes. I blinked again. A door opened. A person came out. They shouted things. Came out like a blur. Couldn't understand anything. Slowly closed my eyes and put my arms over my head. Groaned.
-Third person-
The helicopter zoomed in on the boy in the water. The pilot and the helper didn't believe that he was alive. But, they went to go get his body anyway. When the boy had moved his arms though, they prepared the medical equipment right away. So far they night, they had only gotten dead bodies tonight, so they were happy that they got at least one alive body.
When they pulled him out of the water, he was surprisingly light. They put him on a seat, but then decided against it. They instead put him on a stretcher and strapped it to the wall of the helicopter. "Hey, kid. Kid." The helper, Katie, nudged the boy. The boy barely opened his eyes. Katie smiled and took out the sheet to fill in. "We need some details about you. Well, let's start with your name, then I'll start working on your head. What's your name?"
The boy blinked a few times then muttered as loud as he could, "Vur Crepsley." Katie wrote it down and then worked on the boy's head. He would need a few stitches and a lot of pain medication. But after that he would need to sleep. But they needed to know if he lost a lot of blood or not, because if he lost a lot, he couldn't go to sleep right then. Otherwise, he would either die or go into a coma, with the odds against him. When the nurse looked back, the boy wasn't conscious.
"Vur. Vur, wake up. You need to wake up!" The nurse became very nervous. "He's not waking up! Skip the rest, we need to get him to the station, NOW!"
Darren's POV
I was fast asleep. I couldn't open my eyes. But apparently, they were worried. I heard some things that they were saying. Like "Going into coma," "Need more information!" even one where they suggested that they let me die; I wasn't in their system of all the people who bought tickets. But that idea was shut off immediately.
They wanted to help me. I can't say I really blame them. But that's the last thought I thought before everything went black and I felt like I was floating again.
I was in a coma.
Mr. Crepsley's POV
They called everybody who had not found their loved ones down into the lobby around three in the morning. We all slowly went down. When we arrived there, the man who always tells us the names was in his pajamas and looked extremely tired.
He told us all to shut up in a very rude way. "Look, I am sorry that it's such an inconvenience to wake you guys up, but there has been a young boy found. He's now in a coma and we doubt that he will wake up. But he doesn't show up in the system for the people who were aboard the ship with a ticket, so I don't know how he got there, but they brought him back anyway. His name is Vur Crepsley. Does anybody know who that is?"
At first, in my panic, I had no idea who he was talking about, then the shocking realization came. I gasped and went wide eyed.
He was talking about Darren. Darren was in a coma.
Half of me was glad that they had found him, but the other half was stunned with shock and worry. Darren. Was. In. A. Coma.
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breathes. I did not want this to happen. Please, do not let this be happening. Please.
But no matter how much I begged, it would never be fixed. You can simply not wish for something and it comes true. Life does not work that way.
But I wish it did.
