A/N: Guys, I am SOOOOOO sorry for not updating in such a long time. I really am. I've just been busy with other things, like, you know, being grounded from the computer... :D But here is za EPIC CHAPPY for you guys! Whoever guessed vacuum (which no one did, thank God) was CORRECT! Not. If you said a Vancha, then you are an awesome person, and this chapter is dedicated to you, because you were right! It WAS a Vancha! So, as I said in the previous chapter, the winner of this contest-like thing, this chapter would be dedicated to. But, my dilema here is, is that it was a tie between FreakShow, and GakuposVoice. FreakShow said it may have been Vancha, but GakuposVoice said that it definitely was Vancha, so I guess GakuposVoice wins. But FreakShow, I have no idea who you are or anything about you, but I do know that you're pretty awesome because you have been reading this fic from the begining, and you haven't given up hope on me yet! Thank you, FreakShow, and congradulations, GakuposVoice, my dear friend. Flip flip. xD (Filling buckets with pocky and hammers since 1998, sista!) lol

Chapter Ten:

Felicity's POV

I woke up to a slap in the face. Literally. When I woke up, I saw my mentor hovering over me, a serious expression on his face. That's when I finally felt the stinging pain on the left side of my face.

"Ow!" I gasped.

"Are you okay?" Larten asked me hurriedly and hauled me up to my feet. He was worried about me, how sweet! Right after he just slapped me in the face. I think pouring water over my head would have woken me up. Now my face hurt!

"Everything was just dandy until you came around and slapped me in the face," I said, and brushed dirt and dried leaves off my pants. I looked behind the red garbed vampire to see my "attacker" standing with wide eyes, a slightly slacked jaw, and an awkward stance.

I don't know what Larten was so worried for. The thing that attacked me had only been a Vancha. Wait, Vancha? Vancha! "Vancha!" I squealed and smiled.

"Greetings."

"," I said, and both men looked perplexed. I snickered to myself.

"Super-cali-fragil-what?" Vancha tried to recite, lips turned up into an amused smirk. He obviously had never seen "Mary Poppins".

Mr. Crepsley was still staring at Vancha with the intention to kill. "Did you hurt her?" he interrogated the green-haired Prince. "Did you do anything to her before I got here? Why did she scream?" He was being very protective over me. Even more weird, he was interrogating someone he had known for decades – centuries, even. It made me wonder...

"I don't know why she frickin' screamed! Take a pill!" Vancha put his hands up to show he was innocent. Mr. Crepsley should have known why it was that I screamed. Vancha didn't even touch me. The only reason I screamed was because Vancha was there. I loved Vancha. He was my favorite character in Cirque Du Freak. (I loved Larten, yes, but lets face it. Vancha's awesome. A disgusting green-haired Prince. No matter how unattractive that sounds, he was still hilarious and very ninja-like. How can you hate a ninja with green hair and a great sense of humor?)

"It's Vancha!" I squealed, the thought setting in my mind. "It's actually Vancha!" I ran over and hugged him. He immediately tensed up, and he looked extremely worried. Eventually, his shoulders relaxed, and we stayed in that awkward position for a few long, dragging seconds.

"Do I know you?" he asked eventually, still with the worried expression on his face. I giggled to myself.
The two vampires had no idea why I was acting this way, but honestly, I hadn't the slightest idea why I was letting myself act this way!

"No, you don't, but I know you!" I said in a quizzical manor. Vancha expected nothing different than for me to at least know who he was. Most vampires – or humans that are a vampire's assistant – have heard of and know a bit about the Princes. Although, no assistant would ever attempt to glomp a Prince. I, however, was an exception. Larten had no idea what he was getting himself into by taking me on as his assistant.

"I can see that," Vancha responded and forced a weak smile. "Larten, I suspect that you know her?"

"Yes. She is my student," he said as if he were ashamed of me then sighed and averted his eyes. Gee, why, thank you, Mr. Crepsley, my beloved teacher, friend, and role model, for showing your pride and support of me. Sheesh.

"Alright then, can you please get her off of me or something?" Vancha asked, but I didn't want to stop hugging him.

"My apologies," Mr. Crepsley said to Vancha then yelled at me, "Felicity! Off, now!" I gave in, and put my arms by my sides and slumped my shoulders. I pouted.

"Sorry, Sire," I apologized to the Prince reluctantly.

"It isn't a problem," the Prince said and took my hand and kissed it in greeting. It was as if I hadn't glomped him just a few moments ago. "It's good to meet you," he concluded and let go of my hand, and I blushed.

"Such a formal greeting, Vancha," Mr. Crepsley smirked. "That is very unlike you."

"Maybe," the Prince said and eyed me curiously, a small grin on his face. I think he liked me. I could suppose that was a bad thing, since I was just sixteen years old. I looked a lot older than my actual age for some reason, – some said I looked eighteen – but Vancha was two-hundred-fifty-something years old at this point in time. That's a bit creepy, once you think about it.

"So, Sire," I started, changing the subject, "Why were you stalking me? If it was to feed, that's fine by me. Go right ahead. Larten does it."

"Does he?" Vancha smirked and looked up at my mentor, amused. My mentor's face flushed a deep crimson color, almost the same as his cloak.

"It was only once," Crepsley mumbled, "because we were in the middle of the forest and I had gone into battle with a rather ferocious bear that–"

"Save the story for later," Vancha silenced the younger vampire, then he turned to me. "Are you sure you don't mind that I would feed from you?"

"I really don't care if you drink my blood. It doesn't bother me in the slightest."

Vancha sighed a sigh of relief. "That's good because I did while you were unconscious." Mr. Crepsley stared at him as if he just told him he gave away the stone of blood to the Vampaneze as a Christmas present. "But it's okay! Because she said it was!" Vancha said and put his hands out in front of him as if he expected Larten to attack. Crepsley wasn't convinced and crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, at least her blood is bitter. She's not evil, unlike someone I know."

"Do not go there with me, Vancha, or I will make you eat one of your shurikens."

"You wouldn't dare!"

Why were they arguing like children? "Guys! Shut up before I kill you both with your own weapons!" I warned, although I wouldn't really do it. "Now," I added, "I'm bored. Someone entertain me."

"Why do we have to entertain you?" Vancha scoffed.

"Because she broke her mp3 player in a fit of rage," Mr. Crepsley answered. Vancha laughed.

"Now why did you do that?" he chuckled as if he knew what an mp3 player was, which I was fairly certain that he didn't. I didn't want to answer him, but I didn't want to disrespect the Prince. I told him I didn't know why I did it. It was very stupid of me, and now I was bored.

"She did it because she did not want to camp in a forest. Is that not right?" Mr. Crepsley asked me. He had a smirk on his face.

"Stuff it, Creps," I snapped to my mentor, and I already knew I shouldn't snap at him like that because of the fact that he was my guardian, and he basically provided me everything I needed to live. But I was just ticked off because he wouldn't give me anything I wanted, like peace and quiet.

"So you hate the wilderness, aye?" the Wild Prince asked me and I shrugged.

"Well, I don't hate it," I mused, "I just dislike eating in it, sleeping in it, breathing in it, bathing in it, and being in it."

"So you hate the wilderness, aye?" he repeated the question, smirking this time.

"That about sums it up." We laughed.

"We cannot always avoid the woods," my mentor added, slight annoyance in his voice, "unless of course you would like to stay in a crypt. With dead people in it."

"Sure," I smiled. "They're dead. They can't hurt me, unlike the bears and mosquitoes that live in the woods." The way Mr. Crepsley's face dropped then turned into the slightest of evil glares was the undeniable expression that meant, "touché."

"I'll stay in the woods, under one condition," I said, "if Vancha stays with us."

"See that, Larten?" Vancha boasted. "She likes me already. I've still got it." He slicked his hair back with a glob of spit, which I found disgusting and very unattractive.

"You cannot lose something you never possessed, Sire," Crepsley muttered bitterly. Great. Now he's a mister grumpy pants, I thought to myself as I moved my foot around in the dirt. But he was right. I don't think Vancha was ever any good with women. He was a hopeless flirt. Maybe I had the slightest crush on him, I will admit, but that was because of the books. The crush still remained, and I was still obsessed with him, although I didn't show any signs of obsession because it would be creepy and stalker-ish if I did.

"Do not try anything, Felicity," my mentor warned.

"Whoa! What do you think I was going to do, Creps? He's like three-hundred years old! That's creepy! I'm only sixteen." I couldn't believe he was saying that!

"Why do you call me that? I find it disrespectful," Mr. Crepsley snapped.

"A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet," I recited a part from "Romeo and Juliet". Of course, I didn't remember what part it was. All I knew was that it was in there. "But you don't smell like a rose," I added, "you smell like crap. Go, bathe somewhere." I waved him away as if he were a fart.

"See," Crepsley turned to Vancha, "This is what I must go through." Vancha laughed as Crepsley walked away, probably to go bathe in the river that was flowing near our camp. He seriously smelled horrible. Not worse than Vancha, of course, for that's probably impossible.

After Crepsley had left, Vancha and I set up camp and talked a bit. We didn't talk about anything really important at first, but then Vancha started asking questions.

"How long have you been Larten's assistant?" he asked as he picked his teeth with his fingernail.

I shrugged. "About two years and a month, I think," I answered.

"Why at such a young age?"

"Are you writing a book or something?" I joked. That was something my dad said a lot when I would ask him a bunch of questions.

"No," Vancha laughed, "I'm just curious."

"I don't want to talk about it," I said plainly, because If I did, I knew I would surely start crying.

"I understand. Well, do you enjoy being Larten's assistant?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "He's a cool guy, but he doesn't understand me all that well. He's not very fun to be around, but overall, we're pretty good friends."

"How good of friends?" Okay, these questions were getting a bit personal.

"Friends, Vancha. Just friends. Why do you care?"

"Oh, no reason..." Vancha lied and looked around. I knew there was a reason.

"Why are you asking, Vancha?" I pressed. I guessed it had something to do with being a Prince, and needing to know about why Larten's assistant was so young, but I had a feeling it went farther than that. "Vancha, tell me now."

"It's classified!" Vancha snapped. There was a long pause after that, in which I looked into the burning flames of the fire we constructed. Vancha looked away. Finally, looking away from me still, he spoke up. "This is awkward," he said. I smiled.

"Yeah."

About ten minutes later, my mentor returned. His hair was wet, and he didn't smell, so I knew he had taken my advise.

"What did you do while I was away?" he asked.

"Talked," Vancha and I answered together.

Mr. Crepsley raised an eyebrow. "How was your chat?" he asked.

"Awkward," we answered simultaneously.

A/N: This was probably the worst chapter in this fiction so far... Depressing, isn't it? Well, I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles, right? Tell me if you want me to continue, because seriously, after this chapter, I don't think I'm capable of writing a good one...
And now for something completely different (Monty Python FTW), my birthday is on the 11th (Veteran's day). I'm turning thirteen! YAY! I remember last year *cue flashback* I was so excited for my 12th birthday, but now, I really don't care about birthdays. *shruggs*
And now for something even more completely different, I watched Paranormal Activity 2 last night, and now I'm afraid of baby cribs, pool cleaners, cabinets, mobiles, basements, frying pans and stairs. That movie wasn't even that scary. It just makes you jumpy and paranoid. I hid under a StarWars blanket for half the movie. I am pathetic. Hope to see y'all again soon! (Since when have I said "y'all?")