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Darren felt his world came crashing down around him; he stared motionlessly at the empty space before him.

You're going to die… Dr. Chase's words echoed hauntingly in his head.

"No," he breathed, stunned. He couldn't die, not now.

How many times had he escaped from the evil clutches of death? Countless! He couldn't just die.

"There must be a mistake!" He said desperately, hoping against hope that the doctor had made an error. The thought of him actually dying had not even registered in his mind. But, his hope was quickly diminished.

Dr. Chase shook his head sadly. He really wished that he did. But after a few tests, the truth was inescapable. The boy's fate was sealed, he will die.

"You've been poisoned with Addonexus, one of the deadliest poison ever existed. There's no antidote… The vampaneze's dagger may have been laced with it. It's impossible to detect and will only surface in your blood stream once it had latched onto your vital organs and started corrupting them slowly…" The doctor's voice seemed so distant.

Darren was locked away in his own thoughts. His life was never his to decide.

When he looked back, the majority of things that had occurred in his life were because of someone else.

His parents' plans for him in his previous life… Becoming a half-vampire… And now this.

Dying was never one of his plans.

And it did not happen by chance.

It was fate.

Destiny.

How he wished that it had never existed.

Darren could feel himself slowly falling into the bottomless pit of despair. Snap out of it! You aren't dead yet.

"How long do I have?" He asked in a steady voice. He could not give up, there must be a way.

"Approximately 2 years if you're lucky," Dr. Chase answered, he felt his heart was being forcefully wrenched out of him when he took in the pained expression on the youth's face.

They had grown close since Darren's last stay at the hospital, and a sudden need to protect the young half-vampire from harm overcame him.

"Darren, I'm not going to let this happen to you okay?" He promised without a second thought.

Whatever it takes, I can't let him die.

The half-vampire placed a hand on the doctor's shoulder.

"Thanks, my friend," he said, a determined look on his face. "Can you promise me one thing?"

"Yes."

"Don't tell them."

Darren's wish surprised the doctor. How could he not tell them! His life was in jeopardy.

"What?" was taken aback. "You must be joking!" He exclaimed.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Darren replied, flinging his arms in the air. "I'm serious. I don't want them to worry." He rather had them in the dark than having them treat him like he is made of glass, and he wouldn't relish the moment when they find out about the truth… Imagine what Mr. Crepsley would do to him.

Suddenly, there was a bright purple flash beside Darren's bed. The half-vampire was momentarily blinded, he quickly shield his eyes from the unnatural light. As the purplish light slowly faded, a short and stout man appeared, clapping his hands.

"What a poignant scene," he drawled, making a sad face and slightly tilting his head to a side.

Darren's eyes wide in disbelief when he recognized the uninvited guest. It was none other than Mr. Tiny.

He turned to his side and found that the doctor was frozen in time, sitting like a statue beside him.

"What do you want?" He questioned the intruder, the words coming out harsher than he intended.

"Is that how you treat a guest?" Mr. Tiny said in a mocking tone, peering at him through his purple round glasses.

Darren tried to get up from the bed, when a wave of dizziness hit him. He slumped back, shaking his head and trying to clear his vision. Everything was spinning uncontrollably around him. He groaned, cradling his head in his hands.

"Ah! Stay where you are," Mr. Tiny raised his stick and pointed it at the half-vampire. With a pudgy hand, he adjusted his old fashioned glasses and sat down comfortably on a sofa which had seemingly appeared out of thin air.

"I'm here to inform you of a prophecy," he stated his motive clearly, keeping an eye on the boy. He is perfectly harmless, no need to be so wind up.

Darren looked up at the mention of a prophecy. Sometime before, he had heard about one. But no one really told him the whole content.

Mr. Tiny let out a chuckle, "It seems that I've captured your attention, curious aren't you?"

Darren remained silent.

Sensing the boy's impatience, he cleared his throat and continued, "Through Fire, Anger and Hate, a Vampaneze Lord shall rise. He, who shall rule over terror, death and destruction; A friend or foe, only one will triumph over him. Alas…" He trailed off, leaving the words hanging in the air.

"What's the next part?" Darren asked a bit annoyed. The splitting headache had his temper on a short fuse.

"That's for you find out yourself. You'll know, soon. And, you have a vital role to play in this." A sly smile spread across the man's face. He stood up, and adjusted his dark coat. "I better get going, so many things to do, and so little time. Send my best regards to Mr. Crepsley when you next see him. Toodle-oo!"

With a poof, Desmond Tiny disappeared along with his sofa. Leaving Darren staring at the spot where he stood a few seconds ago. His words swirled in Darren's mind, A Vampaneze Lord shall rise… Could it be Steve?

"Darren, are you alright?" The half-vampire snapped out of his thoughts. The doctor was regarding him with a worried look.

"I'm fine," he blurted out. Was it a dream? Or Mr. Tiny actually came?

"Are you sure you want to keep this from them?" Dr. Chase couldn't believe he was doing this.

Without hesitation, Darren answered, "Yes."

It's better like this.

Author's note: Bwahahahahaha ;D Laughter's the best medicine! I wonder it could cure Darren...Hahaha (: