Title: My Immortal

By: FallenArchAngel47

Disclaimer: I don't own it! …Whatever you do don't-

Don't strip down naked and run through the streets screaming, "The panties are coming."

Arrange a list of things not to do while writing a fanfic. Whoops. I broke one of the rules.

Run around in a batman outfit singing the theme to Lazy Town. Why? I don't know. Just don't.

Ring the doorbell to the house of doom. You will never see the light of day again.

Eat a toasted human hand from the haunted Amityville toaster.

Never… ever ever… stick waffles in the Amityville toaster.

Sip blood from a teacup while in court.

Hiccup your ABC'S… it hurts…and you'll end up puking before you get to G

Arouse a sleeping bear from it's slumber during hibernation. You. Will. Not. Survive.

Never… ever… admit you own a story when you don't… OR… pick someone's nose.

Dear Readers,

Yes, I know, my first chapter wasn't very…good… but I will try to do better with this chapter. I am also aware of the fact that my chapters are short… I really have no amount for a chapter, as long as it isn't just a paragraph…um… I will be working on that as well… so enjoy…hopefully. Umm… I'm going to use SmarterChild for Synonyms and definitions XD I'm so pathetic and lazy. Anyway buh byes.

-Fallen.

Chapter 2

Within Larten Crepsley's hotel room

Darren walked down the hall of the motel; he glanced over his shoulder and saw Aimee enter her motel room. I bet it's great to be a normal kid like her… he thought sighing softly. He shook his head and continued his walk. His and Mr. Crepsley's room was on the very end. I wonder what she meant by she hurts people without meaning to… or maybe she was just fibbing to try and make me feel better… he thought as he walked up to the door. He paused, his hand on the knob. He heard voices from within talking. Pressing his ear against the door, he closed his eyes and listened. "When does he waaake upppppp…I'm bored already." A jittery female voice complained. There was a soft sigh from the other end of the room, and then silence, with the exception of footsteps pacing. He opened the door. There were two women in the motel room. One of them was seated on the bed, flipping through the channels, and the other stalked across the room too and fro. "When is the old bat gonna wake up?" The one who paced asked aloud, the one with the jittery voice from before. Her hair was a golden blonde and her eyes a very vibrant green. She was dressed in a pair of black jeans and long sleeved red shirt. "We've been waiting for-" "A whole five minutes Bryanna." The woman who was seated on the bed said. She was dressed in a long black skirt, with black boots and a long sleeved black shirt that had drooping sleeves at the end. A silver cross, hung from a leather strap on her neck. She was very pale in complexion to "Bryanna" and had black hair with Blue streaks and blue eyes. "…Who…are you?" Darren asked blinking. Bryanna looked toward him. "Oh my. What's this?" She asked. She walked over and picked Darren up by the back of his shirt. "Think it's Larten's?" she asked. "Bryanna put the poor boy down…" The woman on the bed said. "You're right… no one would ever be desperate enough to sleep with that old man." She said. The woman on the bed shook her head, sighing softly. "Put the poor child down…" She sighed. "Why?" Bryanna asked. She looked at Darren. "…You…what brings you with the Crepster?" The woman on the bed stood up and walked over. She pulled Darren away and set him on his feet. "I apologize for my friend's behavior… my name is Proxime Mortis Tyrannis… but you may call me Proxi and… the one who grabbed you is Bryanna Adams." She said with a soft smile. "May we ask when Mr. Crepsley awakens?" the woman named Proxime said. "He should be awake any-" Just as he began to speak, the closet door opened, and Larten Crepsley stepped out. "YOU!" Bryanna yelled. Her green eyes seemed to light aflame, and green flames of hatred flickered in her eyes. She grabbed Mr. Crepsley by the neck and slammed him into the wall with a knife to his throat.