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(10) Impaled

~Everybody hurts some days, it's okay to be afraid~ Avril Lavigne, everybody hurts

The man was old; he had a white beard and scrawny eyes. He glared at Larten with a mixture of fear and amazement.

"What… What are ye doin?" he croaked, eyes huge and sparkly. He backed up against the muddy wall, his small, old body shaking furiously.

Larten just stared at the poor old man, shock and devastation reeling through his body. The man's metallic blood was still on his tongue, and sickeningly he gulped it down. What possessed him to do such a crazy thing? He had NEVER in his life, done anything so absurd. Tears tickled Larten's eyes as he tried to understand his mistake.

"I am sorry", Larten mumbled throwing his gaze to the dirty floor. "I did not mean to"

"Bloodsucker!" The man screamed interrupting Larten. He backed up further against the wall then jumped off his hammock and raced over to the old stove. He brought out a bottle with water in it. Holy water.

"I am not here to hurt you," Larten said softly. He gazed at the holy liquid, a tiny smile emerging on his dry lips. "And you may want to save your holy water for something worth it."

"Get away," the man spat. "Nobody mess wit' wee Abrams Spits." He growled at Larten, his hazy eyes desperately trying to focus on the half naked creature in front of him.

"It is not in my heart to hurt you," Larten said, now a little exasperated. "Please, let there be peace or I will have no choice but to kill you."

"Kill me eh?" the old man, Abram Spits, chuckled. "Why not jus kill meh now?"

Larten paused before answering, and then decided it was best to tell the truth.

"We were sent by Mr. Tiny." Larten observed the man's facial expression closely. When Larten mentioned Mr. Tiny, he slightly reeled backwards on his heels as if a fierce wind was knocking him back.

" I know 'im," Spits said. "He… He… Destiny?"

"Aye," said Larten, feeling less sick, but still a little faint and ill. He seemed to be going dizzy; perhaps it was a side effect of not having the taste of blood for so long. Still, Larten couldn't decipher why he was feeling like this, but at the moment the old man seemed to be calming down so he ignored it.

"I am Spits Abrams." Spits said squinting at Larten then motioned for him to come in.

"Yeh look familiar" he said. He stared at Larten some more then shrugged. "Sit."

"No thank you," Larten said politely. His head was still whirling. "Why does my head feel like this?"

"Well Yeh drank meh blood ye idiot!" Spits laughed. His laugh was croaky like a frog.

Larten blushed uncomfortably while Spits fixed some coffee.

"ye can find some swell coffee bins out there in the forest. Buh I worn Yeh, those trees ain't safe." Spits looked sideways at the watery eyed Larten; his own eyes large and fearful.

"Predators roam there," he said in a scandalized tone.

Suddenly he began coughing, it was a very chesty cough that shook his body to the core. Larten immediately crept up forwards to help him, but Spits again backed up. He waved Larten away.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," he wheezed. "All that poteen ain't so good." He coughed again and wiped away tears from his eyes. He gazed at Larten again. Larten began to feel really uncomfortable and was glad that Arra and Vur were up on the roof instead of here.

"I know yer kind," Spits said suddenly. "Vampireees." He grinned like it was an exciting topic to be talking about. Larten shivered.

"Perhaps," Larten mumbled unsure what to say. He was shocked that this man's blood was so poisonous. He glanced at Spits turned back and something stirred in his mind. Might have been the poteen in Spit's blood, or something else. Larten shook the shadowy feeling away.

"Mr. Tiny said that we were to wait for two people here, with you." Larten bit his bottom lip. He might have been wrong. This spits guy could be anyone.

"Yah?" Spits said interestedly. "He came t' tell me similar thing." Spits gave Larten a cup made out animal skin with coffee in it. "He also said he would give meh wha' I wan'ed."

"I'm sorry?" Larten frowned not understand Spit's accent.

"Mr. Tiny!" Spits said sipping his coffee, which looked an awful red colour. Larten felt sick.

"Tis jus poteen," Spits noticed Larten looking.

Larten nodded wondering what this 'poteen' was.

"What's yer name?" Spits asked sitting down on his hammock. "Ye never said."

"I am Larten Crepsley." Larten said, but kept a straight face.

"Oh," Spits eyes wondered down Larten's body in a creepy, slow motion. He snapped his head back and drowned the rest of his coffee/poteen drink.

"Arrrr," he giggled suddenly. "The best ever!"

"Ye and yer friends can wait here then," he said lying back down on his hammock. "Buh no more blood business Larty, kay?"

Larten stared at Spits weakly.

"How did…" Larten stuttered. He almost pinched himself for looking so weak in front of this drunk miscreant.

Spits chuckled darkly.

"Ye kept on sayin 'we', I ain't dumb Larty…" he then laid his hands on his stomach. "Now tell em to come in before they burn… If they still there…" He grumbled off into a deep sleep, snoring louder than a bear.

Larten just stood, his knees knocking in a cold, fresh fear. For some reason Larten felt that there was something really bad about this guy. Something terrible. Something more terrifying than Vampires or Vampaneze, but Larten couldn't put his finger on it.

He feebly backed out into the thrashing heat of the sun.

He looked up at the roof but the rays of the sun were directly behind it and his eyes instead cried out in a series of painful white flashes. Pain shot through to the back of his head and he stumbled backwards. The ground was dusty with bits of broken wood everywhere. Larten screamed bloodily as he fell onto the ground and felt something rip through his left arm. He gritted his teeth, his eyes streamed like waterfalls as they tore against the devilish grins of the sun.

A looked down to see a large plank of splintered wood uprooted in his arm. He was stuck. He tried to look up again but nearly fainted.

"Arra!" he roared.

He tried to wiggle his hand out but the overbearing heat was tiring him down, and he wasn't as strong as he was when he was alive. Angry tears splashed down his cheeks.

"Arra!" he bellowed again.

When he couldn't hear a reply he began to scream her name.

He quickly became panicked- he would surely sizzle out here.

Frantically he called for Vur and Arra but only the whistle of trees answered back. Squinting he looked up slowly- the roof was empty.

Sobs wrecked his burning body.

"Help…" he whimpered. Larten began to pull his bloody arm, but the pain of a million wooden splinters caused him to fall back and wither lamely on the ground. This is the end, he thought. He had already failed Darren; he was a failure, the worst kind, giving up to the sun. Coward, he roared in his head and tried to get up but ended up flopping back.

He wept up into the bright sky and cursed himself for being so weak…

Something tapped his head.

He swiveled his head around, his eyesight blurring and making him dizzy.

"Huh?" he grunted. Larten slithered across the ground, trying to yank out the large wooden plank.

He tried to look up again, for he had felt something poke into his orange crop of hair.

"What?" he roared.

A shadow fell over him.

Larten glared up at the figure.

"Larten…" the figure smiled down at him. "It's okay, darling, I will get you out of there…"

"M-m-Mall…" Larten stammered his eyes widening with surprise.

"Yes it is I, Larten" The female smiled down at him. She had dark wispy curls. So dark and beautiful… "I vowed to never leave you, and I never will."

Painful seconds passed as Larten's mind reeled back to many years ago, a ship, his illness, a girl he hardly noticed, her love, his rogue attitude, it was all such a long time ago. He remembered pitifully the tragedy that turned him into something more of a man…

"Malora?" Larten eventually whispered. The curly haired girl bent down and kissed him. That was when he finally gave into the dark side, and fainted…