Before you attack me, let me apologize about the long wait between updates. im sorry! ive just been busy with homework and training my horse for the upcoming show season. updates might not be extremely frequent for the rest of the school year, but i PROMISE ill work my ass off and update every few days as soon as summer starts! happy now?
Saya3427: woohoo! 2 calenders! yours includes more characters than mine. mines pretty much just the vampire mountain folks.
is the wedding idea awkward funny or awkward bad?
Peridot Tears: Yes, i just finished reading Sunset. yeehoo, Stormys back! :D im halfway through The Sight. lovin it! seekers? is that about warrior cats or something entirely different?
Elenafromthewoods: you're right, it wasn't exactly 2 weeks, but i got really tired or writing them at the ski resort...anywho...yeah weddings are so funny and so chatotc and full of poofy white lace! sounds like a good time, especially with Kurda around XD
yes i love travelling too, even though the stupid airline attendant made me put my iPod away until we took off...grrrr...glad you loved the website!
and yes, Closer Than Brothers isnt going so well, still only 3 reviews...but im gonna try to keep it going...
wow, youre lucky you have a friend thats into DSS! none of mine have read it. (well one has read books 1-4, but hes not crazy into them like me. but hel'l read this fic if i annoy him enough, im sure :P) xXSunshine-SanneXx wrote several very very nice reviews :)
CocoLime: dontcha know pointless rambling reviews are my favourite things to read? they mean way more than stuff like "i love your story, update soon" and stuff like that ;)
glad you think im writing larten in character! and thanks for your lovely review on Closer Than Brothers, that ones not doing so well. still only 3 reviews. but hey, chap 1 of The Vampire Files only got 3, so im gonna keep on keeping on! :D
AnyaTheRhymer: lol i'm arachnophobic too, so i wont be helping Madam Octa choose her wedding dress...Kurda can do that :P thanks for the hot chocolate, but its so humid and rainy up here, id really like a fudgesicle! :P or frozen hot choc on a stick O.o
Queen Of Disturbia: heha yeah, airline ppl can say that, its not THEIR vacation on the verge of cancellation! link didnt work? stupid thing. did you type it into the bar thing instead of clicking it? computers have messed up little minds. :S
i see you changed your pen name, at first i was like "i couldve sworn Merry Wanderer wrote that review.." lol i wonder how many times ive changed mine...definitley more than 7
xXVampireXx: yeppers, the weddings gonna be a blast. Kurda will be right in his element :P my favourite 3DG songs are Let It Die, Wake Up, Get Out Alive, Its All Over, and Burn, to name a few :P i found Black Parade a bit slow for my taste, and i havent gotten around to downloading Teenagers yet, but that ones pretty popular among my friends. anywho.
MioneRocks: glad you liked it! i think its spelled ominous...im a compulsive speller...lol
We are currently in Hug Vancha Month. (by my calender anyway) i dont actually like Vancha, so i wont be hugging him, but i gave him a month because apparently he has a lot of fans out there...? so go ahead anf hug Vancha, and while youre at it, tell him to take a shower? you can find the official calender somewhere in chapter 10, or else you can make your own if ive left put your favourite character. cant please everybody, although id like to.
i dont own DSS. sob. cry. scream. beat fists on floor.
on wit da story
"Whooooooaa!" was Kurda's reaction when Darren steered the Escalade into the parking lot of a massive resort hotel.
"What's this...place called?" Harkat yelled from the back of the fancy SUV.
"Le Hotel Grande!" Darren answered.
"Not more damn French!" Mika moaned as Darren swooped the Esacalade gracefully around one of the little gardens adorning the gargantuan parking lot. Chamillionaire's "Ridin' Dirty" blasted on the luxury stereo. Darren waved at a young couple pulling Prada suitcases out of a Mercedes-Benz. Nearby, a group of businessmen piled into a sleek limousine while a group of young girls with massive sunglasses texted on their cellphones as they strutted into the hotel laden with shopping bags.
"Um, Darren, question: Those chickas have Guess suitcases. And D&G shades. How can we, like, afford a hotel this richie?" Kurda inquired.
"Richie is not a word." growled the Father of the Bride, Larten Crepsley.
Kurda stuck out his tongue. Mika threw his iPod at Kurda's head. Kurda threw it back, but it hit Paris instead, giving him a bloody nose.
"I managed to afford a luxury suite here!" Darren said excitedly.
"Please tell me you didn't just say A luxury suite, as in one!" Mika complained. " Why not just private rooms in some dump if it's only for one night? I can't handle another night inhaling Kurda's toxic hair chemicals!"
Darren rolled his eyes. "You don't have to share a bed with him, you know!"
"Hell no!" Mika snarled. "But I can smell his Britney Spears crap from a mile away!"
"I'll make sure he leaves his gunk in the car." Darren sighed, desperate to please all his friends for allowing him to drag them to another hotel.
"Speaking... of the car... shouldn't we be... parking soon?" Harkat asked as they began their fourth loop around the parking lot.
Darren had known all along that he couldn't avoid it. It was time to tell his friends that he had absolutely no idea how to park. He closed his eyes, blurted out the bad news, and braced himself.
The reactions were standard: Seba exploded in a barrage of furious and cranky complaints. Harkat tried to remain positive. Kurda squealed that the air condidtioning in the car was bad for his skin. Mika shot dark glances at Darren while he and Arrow muttered insults under their breath. Paris sighed in exasperation, pulled out his camera and proceeded to interview Larten on his opinion of the situation. Darren hummed "Ridin' Dirty" as he regretted bringing the computer into Vampire Mountain.
Harkat clambered up to the front of the car and seated himself between the stick shift and Darren's seat.
"Parking is...quite simple, really. All you have...to do is stop...and back yourself...in." Harkat explained kindly.
"The spaces are so tiny though!" Darren moaned. "I'll hit another car! And then I'll have to pay for it!"
"Good...point." Now even Harkat looked concerned.
"We can't just stay in here forever." Seba added grumpily.
"What do you say, Darren? Take one for the team?" Mr. Crepsley said slightly more kindly.
Mika, Arrow, Paris, Seba, and even Kurda could see that complaining would get them nowhere. If they wanted Darren to park them somewhere, they had to boost his ego.
"Darren! Darren! Darren!" Arrow chanted awkwardly, trying to get the others going. Paris and Mika joined in halfheartedly. Kurda, however, had a different approach: he rummaged in his baby blue carry-on Prada bag and pulled out a pair of mini fuschia and silver pom-poms. Mika cringed.
"Gimme a D! Gimme a R! Gimme an A! Gimme another R! Gimme an N! Wuzzat spell?"
"Drarn?" Mika guessed.
"Darren!" Kurda complained incredulously, amazed that Mika could be so totally clueless.
"OK I'LL DO IT!" Darren yelled determinedly. And without further ado, he swung around backwards, and shot the Escalade right into the nearest parking space. !
"Darren, I am no expert on driving, but I think it would be better to first see if the parking space is empty, then park the car." the Father of the Bride said helpfully.
"You know what, Larten? Shut up." Darren growled at his mentor as he backed away from the wreckage of a pale green SmartCar. "Those little things are just asking to be creamed."
But after five different cheers from Kurda, a dented Lambourghini, and a smashed headlight on a Limo, Darren had the gang parked neatly (kinda) by a charming water fountain.
"Land! Solid land!" Kurda wailed as he flung himself out of the Escalade onto the pavement.
"Drama queen." Mika grumbled as he carefully stepped around Kurda.
"Barbie." Arrow added.
"Be polite, boys." Paris reprimanded the younger princes.
As they drew nearer to the hotel, Mr. Crepsley whispered to Darren:
"Are you sure we can afford this?"
"I'm absolutely sure. I checked our credit balance, and we had exactly enough for one night."
"Exactly? As in nothing left over?" Seba interrupted. "Those infernal plastic cards are abominatons! This damned concrete jungle is an abomination! The flying tin cans are abominations! This trip is an abomination! The abomination is an abomination!"
"Freak fest much?" Kurda commented.
"You used that line already, Kurda. Once was too much. Twice is an abomination." Mika added, before before screaming "AAAHH! I'M TURNING INTO SEBA!" He whacked himself with his backpack. Darren gritted his teeth and tried to stay calm as Seba whipped out a tube of toothpaste and squeezed it at Mika in retalliation.
"Hey! Hey! HEY!" Paris bellowed, snatching the toothpase and the backpack before Mika could severely injure Seba. "Seba, knock it off. Mika, you should know better than to let him make you mad."
Mika was about to say something rude, but was interrupted by Seba's screech of "What the HELL is THAT?"
Darren had been expecting this.
"Relax. It's just a rotating door."
"Rotating door?" Excuse me? Where I come from, doors do NOT rotate. I should take this disgusting abomination off to the Hall of Death! What is wrong with these humans? Are normal doors not good enough anymore? They have to be all rotatey this, and spinny that, why can they not be satisfied with simple things?" He continued on and on, but Darren tuned him out. He was exhausted to the limit, unbelievably frustrated, and friggin' hungry. And he felt a massive headache coming on. But he pushed it all aside and walked through the rotating door, hoping everyone would follow him. Luckily, they did, although Seba had to be led forcibly by Mika and Arrow. Darren numbly checked them in and got their room key, barey noticing Harkat's attempt to climb a large decorative water fountain, or Seba sniffing a potted plant and panicking when he realised it was fake. And he tried not to notice the suspicious looks from strangers as he opened the door of the hotel room and leaned tiredly against the wall as his grumpy friends trooped in. But his annoyance vanished as he entered the "room". It wasn't just room, it had 2 bedrooms with 2 beds each, a gleaming kitchen, a plasma screen TV, 2 computers, and an outdoor balcony complete with a hot tub.
"Ahhh!" Kurda squeaked, stripping down and running out to the hot tub. Mika screamed and covered his eyes. Mr. Crepsley and Paris ignored Kurda, but looked relieved and satisfied as they went to deposit their luggage in their room. Arrow and Harkat wandered into the kitchen to examine the fully-stocked fridge. Mika closed the curtains so he couldn't see Kurda outside, and flopped down on the couch, across from a very tired Darren. Arrow and Harkat took their places on either side of Mika, each with a club-size bag of chips and a crate of pop.
But after a marathon of soap operas, cop shows, murder mysteries, and (after Kurda returned) Pussycat Dolls music videos, the gang decided to go to bed so they'd be fresh for their 6:30 am flight. Everyone spread out on whatever couch, table, bed or chair they could find, and soon the only sound was Mr. Crepsley's snoring, Seba's grumpy sleep-mutterings, and Harkat nibbling quietly on a large steak.
It seemed like only minuites later when a shrill alarm shattered the peaceful scilence. Seven pairs of sensitive Vampire ears cringed at the horrible sound. Darren dragged his sleepy crew down to the All You Can Eat breakfast buffet where they were baffled by rows upon rows of strange food and creepy French chefs in strange outfits. After a large breakfast and a quick trip to the spa, (Kurda's orders), the 8 friends once again raced towards the Escalade, with Mika riding the coveted position of shotgun, and Harkat smuggling in the trunk. Darren smoothly un-parked and they hit the nearly empty highway.
Darren immediately blasted his favourite song "Ridin' Dirty" and was shocked but delighted when almost everyone sang along. With one hand on the wheel and the other flying out the window, Kurda howling the lyrics sounding more like a Spice Girl than Chamillionaire, Seba complaining about the "infernal human noise", Mika and Arrow pretending to play electric guitars (Even though it was a rap song, not rock.), and Harkat joyfully flinging gummy bears into the air, and the dark, empty pavement ahead and behind them, Darren had never felt so happy and alive.
But all too soon, the ride was over, and the Vampire Mountain gang found themselves exiting their beloved
Escalade for the last time. (But nobody would forget they had been there, everyone had signed the back of the driver's seat in Kurda's pink Sharpie.)
The plane ride home was uneventful. Honestly, truly, completely, ACTUALLY uneventful. Harkat didn't encounter any difficulties with the airport bathroom, Seba enjoyed the in-flight meal provided, Kurda seemed to have gotten over his air sickness, Paris was almost done his video documentary, and Darren didn't bother to regret bringing to computer into Vampire Mountain.. The flight, the baggage claim, and most of the ride home passed in a blur. Harkat was driving this time, so Darren relaxed and appreciated the now familiar landscape that rushed past the windows. Until Harkat slammed on the breaks causing everyone in the back of the van and their luggage to fly forwards.
Lying on the floor with his head jammed under the Arrow's suitcase, Mr. Crepsley managed to reach up and pull the handle to open the door for everyone to tumble out. Once escaped from the confines of the UPS van, the gang raced full speed towards Vampire Mountain. They were home.
-Later...
The 8 travellers settled back in rather well. The Guardians of Blood had thrown wild parties in the Prince's abscence, and Madam Octa had a built a terrifyingly long list of wedding tasks to be planned, and everyone's in-box was clogged with spam, but the mountain was in good order considering the situation.
Darren ejected the foot stool on his armchair and leaned back comfortably as he watched Dr. Phil. Everything was back to normal.
Then without warning, "Dontcha wish ya girlfriend was HOT like ME!" came blasting from a pink iPod somewhere upstairs. The next sound was Mika thundering upstais swearing he would crush the iPod into pieces if Kurda didn't turn it off NOW. Darren regretted bringing the computer into Vampire mountain as Seba let loose a barrage of cranky complaints about "abominative youngsters and their blasphemous noise!" Harkat opened the fridge, poked around inside, then jumped back sharply and said uncomfortably,
"Darren, what on...earth is this...green thing? Not even I...would eat it. It appears to be...growing hair?"
Normal by Vampire standards, anyway.
well congratulations TVF. more than 10 chapters, and more than 50 reviews! thanks you all for reading! the Vampires On Vacation saga is now ended, but the story will continue...ill try to get the next update sometime nest week, but until Summer Holidays start, i cant make any guaruntees, but ya never know.
and please check out my other fic, even though ive almost given up on ever getting more than 3 reviews...
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