Immortal Beloved
By: Angel
Edited By: Chen
Chapter Two
New York City: The next day
"Oh we have to save her, Darien. The poor thing, to think of her trapped
there for so long and all alone too." Amy pouted sympathetically. Darien
just stared incredulously at the blue haired woman in front of him. At 25
Amy was very pretty, in a genius kind of way. She had black hair that had
been recently tinted blue to match her eyes, and a slim build standing
only 5'4. But with Amy you couldn't let her looks fool you, she was
definitely the smartest and definitely one of the kindest he'd ever met
and he is damn lucky to have her as his partner. They had met when she
had answered an ad he'd run in the local paper for a secretary when he
decided to open a detective agency five years ago. Since then he'd found
her to have more helpful skills than answering phones all day, so he'd
made her a partner and her input in the agency and her skills in the
world of the paranormal had been invaluable.
"Well how are we supposed to find her? I mean there are no maps and
nobody who could tell us where she was sent." Ray asked from her seat on
the lounge chair in Darien's office.
"Well I could try running a check on all of the temples on record built
before 1818." Amy said already switching on her computer, which sat on a
desk on the opposite side of the room from Darien's own.
"That's a great idea Amy." Darien nodded snapping out of his reverie as
he moved to follow Ray to stand behind the petite girl. "Don't you guys
find it odd that there are no written stories or any story at all about
this vampire princess? I mean you hear stories about Dracula all the
time, and even some of the better-known pure bloods. But this one girl
there's nothing, only legend." Darien asked as he watched the screen
displaying numerous search pages.
"Maybe Dracula wanted it that way, like you said so nobody would search
for her and try to use her against him. Or maybe he was just too ashamed
of her." Ray stated with a shrug trying to sound unconcern, hoping
neither of her companions would notice her apprehensions of the search
for the vampire princess.
"Hey guys we have a problem." Amy interrupted. "According to my searches
there are over four hundred temples built before 1818 on record. I'll
need more information if I'm going to narrow it down." Amy stated looking
back at her partner and friend.
"Try searching abandoned temples built before 1818." Ray said as she
turned to meet Darien's confused eyes. "Well the legends say she was
alone, and back then vamps were still keeping themselves on the down low
so Dracula couldn't have put her in a convent, if she killed them all it
would have drawn suspicion." Ray pointed out logically. Darien shrugged
but Amy had already returned to her keyboard and was typing a mile a
minute.
"One hundred seventeen, we are getting closer but I still need more
information." Amy stated shaking her head again. "If you could tell me a
name or what the temple was built to honor I might be able to narrow it
down some more." She asked as both she and Darien looked at Ray.
"Umm... well I'm not sure. I think I remember there was something about the
sun, but I can't remember whether it was part of the name or whatever."
Ray stated as she tilted her head to the side to think. Darien looked at
her quizzically for a moment but then turned a questioning stare on Amy.
"Well I might be able to go on that." Amy said with a smile. "I'll run
that check and then I'll run a check to see which of the remaining
temples are still standing." She was typing again and as she ran the last
check a file popped up. "Well this is good news. Out of the four hundred
we began with I have narrowed it down to two. One is a temple built to
honor the sun god of an ancient race, and the other is a temple built by
a religious cult called the worshipers of the sun." Amy said as she hit
the print button to print the information on each temple. Slipping both
packets in to manila file folders she handed one to Darien and the other
to Ray. "I'll make the arrangements with the airlines and any other
things you might need. Be ready to leave at five a.m. tomorrow morning,
good luck guys." Amy said sweetly. Place: Ruins of Incan city, Peru Year: 2009 (later that same week) 'Why oh why did I get stuck with the stupid pyramid?' he asked himself as he dragged himself up the side of the 235-foot high temple. The heat of the day had been severe and he was thanking whatever deity would listen, that the dessert sun was finally going down. Although it did not do much for the humidity and it might not be any better if there was a psychotic vampire on the loose. Deciding to take a break he sat down on one of the steps and pulled out his canteen and drank a long gulp of warm water, grimacing at the temped taste which didn't help his dreadful thirst any, he quickly put the cap back on and put it aside. He sat there for a few minutes resting and admiring how quiet it was here when he noticed it was not just quiet it was eerily quiet, there were no bird chirping or animals around, it was creepy. 'Well.' He thought, 'Might as well find out what's at the top of this thing.' He put his canteen away and picked up his pack again and started for the top of the Temple. Forty-five minutes later he reached the top and was marveled by the artistry and design of the temples prayer room. It was a rectangular room with one door directly in front of him and plenty of large windows lining the font and sides of the room; only the back was left in shadows. He didn't hear anything as he entered the temple. In the fading sunlight the place was incredibly creepy with eerily moving shadows in the far corners of the room. As he glanced around he saw what looked like the remains of dead birds and animals lying on the floor. "Maybe I'm in the right place after all." He mumbled to himself, as he was stepping carefully over a particularly large skeleton of some sort of bird, when he heard a noise. 'What was that?' he asked himself. He'd heard a slight clanking sound, like metal on stone. He glanced around trying to locate the noise but saw nothing, so he listened harder; there he heard it again quickly turning around he came face to face with a young girl. Was she the princess? She stood in the shadows for a moment just staring at him and then she lunged at him, her teeth bared, her hands spread out to grab him. He fell to the floor while trying to avoid her, he sat there waiting for something to happen, but when nothing did he glanced up to see that the only thing that had stopped him from becoming food was the tarnished gold chains wrapped around each wrist. Just then a stray beam from the setting sun caught her cheek and she let out a shriek and ran back to the darkest corner, huddling herself up in to a ball. He sat there for a moment, but wanting a better look at her he moved forward being careful to stay in the slowly disappearing sun light. Her skin was pale even by vampire standards her hair was dirty and limp and hung clear to her calves in tangles. She was covered in only a torn piece of cloth probably once part of a dress; it was tied over one shoulder and around the waist, and hung in tatters to her thighs. There were burn marks covering her skin and makeshift dress. He figured this is what Dracula meant by torture. She'd been left here to slowly incinerate to death, he almost felt sorry for the girl. "Have you come to kill me?" the softly voice question was spoken in a harsh unused voice the shock of it coming from such a small girl broke him from his thought. He looked at the small girl again and although he knew she was much older, she barely looked seventeen, and he felt a rush of pity for the poor girl. "No I haven't come to kill you." He stated softly, not taking his eyes away from her. "I've come to release you, after you have promised to not kill me first." The last part was mumbled. The girl looked confused. "Has my father sent you? Has he finally forgiven me? How many years have passed?" she rattled off questions quicker than he could answer them. "No I've not been sent by your father, he's dead." "Dead he cannot be dead. That is impossible." She nearly screeched. "I'm afraid it's not princess. You've been here nearly two hundred years. That is why no one has come for you. Dracula was killed nine years after you were imprisoned here." He stated as he glanced up to note the suns position in the sky, he figured he had about another five minutes before the sun disappeared completely. "Two hundred years, oh my poor Endymion what has become of you?" she asked herself quietly. Darien stared at her for a moment. 'Where have I heard that name before?' he asked himself. The rumbling of his stomach slowly pulled him back from his thoughts, which reminded him that he himself had not eaten since breakfast, and that would have been at least seven or eight hours ago. Looking back at the huddled girl he thought she was probably hungrier than he had ever been in his life, who knows how long it's been since she's eaten. Glancing around at the dried skeletons and carcasses littering the ground he figured she'd probably managed to stay alive by consuming the local wildlife that had wandered in to her vicinity and within her reach. "Are you hungry?" he asked although he knew it was a stupid question, and at her hopeful look he felt even worse about asking, like a bully stealing candy from a baby. Using the last rays of sunlight he dug around in his pack for the extra canteen he'd brought filled with blood. It was only pig's blood but it would have to do. Carefully he slid it across the stone floor to her and watched as she scrambled to pick it up and struggled hurriedly with the cap. Darien watched as she tried to get the cap off several times before taking pity on her and cautiously moving forward to take the canteen from her shaking hands, her eyes were wild as she watched his hands as he removed the cap and handed it back to her moving back a few steps from her. Trembling she drank it down swiftly a few drops escaping to run trailing down her chin, she caught them with her fingers and then licked them clean and then used her fingers to seek out any drops she might have missed. He watched as the much-needed nourishment now in her system began to heel some of the burns on her body, although the worst of them remained, and an almost healthy color came to her skin. "Got anymore?" she asked as she crawled on her hands and knees toward him. He knew what she was doing, but he had training to fight the spell she was weaving. "No." he said calmly as he moved out of her reach. Sensing that she wasn't going to be able to use her much weakened powers on him she pouted. "I won't take it all." She said as she stuck out her bottom lip like a petulant child. Darien didn't believe her for a moment. She was starving and he'd seen vamps lose control and suck a person dry when they weren't even half as hungry as she was. "You don't believe me." She pouted. "Can't very well kill you, if I do how am I going to get out of here? You said you are going to release me." "Doesn't matter, Ray my partner will bring you some more food, but first I have to reach her." With that he started digging through his pack again, finding his phone he walked outside to find good reception. Ten minutes later he hung up from speaking to Amy. She'd told him Ray had already checked in and said her lead was a dead end so she was already on her way to his location, and Amy was sending the transportation equipment by overnight mail to a hotel in the capital were Ray would pick it up tomorrow evening. This meant he was stuck here with a starving vampire till the day after next. With a sigh he headed back inside to face his demon. "Ok princess here's the deal." He said walking toward her with a purposeful stride but stopping just out of her reach. "My partner won't be able to get here in till the day after tomorrow and since I have no interest in staying the night with a blood starved vamp, if you give me your word you'll stop when I say I'll share as long as you don't start thinking of me as a food source." He stated in a monotonous voice. "You have my word; I shall stop when you say." She said calmly her eyes boring into his as her canines extended in anticipation. Hunching down he reach again in his bag and pulled out a wooden stake, he looked up as he heard a hissing coming from the back of the room only to find the girl had moved farther away from him. "You lied." She stated watching him intensely. "You have come here to kill me." Glancing at the stake in his hand he shook his head, denying her claim. "This is merely for an emergency. As long as you keep your word you have nothing to fear from me." He said putting the stake in his pocket for easy access. He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt as he approached her to reveal the veins on his arm. He could almost see the anticipation and hunger written across her face as she watched him, and he hoped he wasn't making a huge mistake. He knelt down on the floor beside her and held up his arm to her lips. She glanced up into his eyes as she lightly took hold of his wrist and upper arm. She pierced the skin with her teeth and felt him flinch slightly. Slowly she began pulling the blood from his arm into her mouth, not taking her eyes away from his. Darien watched as her eyes dilated and her face changed into a look of complete euphoria. Slowly as her eyes began to close, her skin began to glow a soft pink with health and the remaining burns healed themselves. He watched for a while letting her take what she needed from him, but he'd become so mesmerized by these changes in her that he hadn't noticed he was becoming light headed. He needed to stop her. He put his hand on her shoulder and started to pull his arm away, as he did her eyes opened and once again connected with his as she slowly pulled her teeth from his arm but kept a hold of his arm and gently licked away the last of the blood that came to the surface of his skin. Darien shivered with pleasure at the feel of her tongue, but swiftly pulled his arm away. "You're a mortal." It was a statement more than a question, so Darien didn't answer. "Who sent you to help me? Who are you working for?" she asked her eyes narrowing as she glared at him. "Surely no vampire would send a mortal to save me. Your kind should never even know about us." She stated agitatedly. "The world has changed princess." Darien said shaking his head and glancing away stood up to moved away from her. "The mortal world changes, vampire laws are forever. Tell me who is responsible for this and I shall kill them." She threatened her voice growing husky and her k-nines extended as she let out a soft growl. Darien was frightened for only a moment before he remembered she was still chained to the wall. Shaking his head he tried to calm her down. "Calm down princess, if those vampires hadn't sent me after you, you would probably still be trapped here." Darien stated. "In case you haven't noticed I am not exactly free yet, I'm still chained to this damn wall." She yelled agitatedly. Darien rolled his eyes becoming annoyed. "Well since I have no desire to wake up in the middle of the night and find you sucking every last drop of blood from my neck you'll just have to stay there for a while longer. Ray should be here in a few days so lets just calm down." He stated and watched as she huffed and walked angrily away to sit on the floor in the darkest part of the room. Darien yawned and stretched then glanced down to check his watched, Darien noticed that it was after ten. 'No wander I'm so tired, I've been on the road since four this morning.' Sighing he knelt down and dug out his sleeping bag to spread out on the floor. Sitting down on it he once again began digging threw his bag pulling out some REM's. He proceeded in eating two of them before shoving the rest back into his pack and lying back on the sleeping bag. "I hope you're not still mad in the morning." He whispered as he fell asleep. Wow I know it's been a long time so I hope everyone hasn't forgotten bout this story. I would have posted earlier but some major drama has begun to invade my life and the good and bad fairies r pulling me in to different directions with this story, indecisive little suckers that they are. But anyway Chapter Two is officially finished and I hope I have managed to take all of your suggestions to heart. I would merely like to point out that there is meanness to my madness, just keep reading and answers will pop up. I'll appreciate some feed back, good or bad. Chapter Three is in its final stages but I probably won't post it till the editing begins on Chapter Four, so it may be a while at the rate I'm going. So enjoy and please remember to review. Thanks Angel P.s. Happy Valentines Day
New York City: The next day
"Oh we have to save her, Darien. The poor thing, to think of her trapped
there for so long and all alone too." Amy pouted sympathetically. Darien
just stared incredulously at the blue haired woman in front of him. At 25
Amy was very pretty, in a genius kind of way. She had black hair that had
been recently tinted blue to match her eyes, and a slim build standing
only 5'4. But with Amy you couldn't let her looks fool you, she was
definitely the smartest and definitely one of the kindest he'd ever met
and he is damn lucky to have her as his partner. They had met when she
had answered an ad he'd run in the local paper for a secretary when he
decided to open a detective agency five years ago. Since then he'd found
her to have more helpful skills than answering phones all day, so he'd
made her a partner and her input in the agency and her skills in the
world of the paranormal had been invaluable.
"Well how are we supposed to find her? I mean there are no maps and
nobody who could tell us where she was sent." Ray asked from her seat on
the lounge chair in Darien's office.
"Well I could try running a check on all of the temples on record built
before 1818." Amy said already switching on her computer, which sat on a
desk on the opposite side of the room from Darien's own.
"That's a great idea Amy." Darien nodded snapping out of his reverie as
he moved to follow Ray to stand behind the petite girl. "Don't you guys
find it odd that there are no written stories or any story at all about
this vampire princess? I mean you hear stories about Dracula all the
time, and even some of the better-known pure bloods. But this one girl
there's nothing, only legend." Darien asked as he watched the screen
displaying numerous search pages.
"Maybe Dracula wanted it that way, like you said so nobody would search
for her and try to use her against him. Or maybe he was just too ashamed
of her." Ray stated with a shrug trying to sound unconcern, hoping
neither of her companions would notice her apprehensions of the search
for the vampire princess.
"Hey guys we have a problem." Amy interrupted. "According to my searches
there are over four hundred temples built before 1818 on record. I'll
need more information if I'm going to narrow it down." Amy stated looking
back at her partner and friend.
"Try searching abandoned temples built before 1818." Ray said as she
turned to meet Darien's confused eyes. "Well the legends say she was
alone, and back then vamps were still keeping themselves on the down low
so Dracula couldn't have put her in a convent, if she killed them all it
would have drawn suspicion." Ray pointed out logically. Darien shrugged
but Amy had already returned to her keyboard and was typing a mile a
minute.
"One hundred seventeen, we are getting closer but I still need more
information." Amy stated shaking her head again. "If you could tell me a
name or what the temple was built to honor I might be able to narrow it
down some more." She asked as both she and Darien looked at Ray.
"Umm... well I'm not sure. I think I remember there was something about the
sun, but I can't remember whether it was part of the name or whatever."
Ray stated as she tilted her head to the side to think. Darien looked at
her quizzically for a moment but then turned a questioning stare on Amy.
"Well I might be able to go on that." Amy said with a smile. "I'll run
that check and then I'll run a check to see which of the remaining
temples are still standing." She was typing again and as she ran the last
check a file popped up. "Well this is good news. Out of the four hundred
we began with I have narrowed it down to two. One is a temple built to
honor the sun god of an ancient race, and the other is a temple built by
a religious cult called the worshipers of the sun." Amy said as she hit
the print button to print the information on each temple. Slipping both
packets in to manila file folders she handed one to Darien and the other
to Ray. "I'll make the arrangements with the airlines and any other
things you might need. Be ready to leave at five a.m. tomorrow morning,
good luck guys." Amy said sweetly. Place: Ruins of Incan city, Peru Year: 2009 (later that same week) 'Why oh why did I get stuck with the stupid pyramid?' he asked himself as he dragged himself up the side of the 235-foot high temple. The heat of the day had been severe and he was thanking whatever deity would listen, that the dessert sun was finally going down. Although it did not do much for the humidity and it might not be any better if there was a psychotic vampire on the loose. Deciding to take a break he sat down on one of the steps and pulled out his canteen and drank a long gulp of warm water, grimacing at the temped taste which didn't help his dreadful thirst any, he quickly put the cap back on and put it aside. He sat there for a few minutes resting and admiring how quiet it was here when he noticed it was not just quiet it was eerily quiet, there were no bird chirping or animals around, it was creepy. 'Well.' He thought, 'Might as well find out what's at the top of this thing.' He put his canteen away and picked up his pack again and started for the top of the Temple. Forty-five minutes later he reached the top and was marveled by the artistry and design of the temples prayer room. It was a rectangular room with one door directly in front of him and plenty of large windows lining the font and sides of the room; only the back was left in shadows. He didn't hear anything as he entered the temple. In the fading sunlight the place was incredibly creepy with eerily moving shadows in the far corners of the room. As he glanced around he saw what looked like the remains of dead birds and animals lying on the floor. "Maybe I'm in the right place after all." He mumbled to himself, as he was stepping carefully over a particularly large skeleton of some sort of bird, when he heard a noise. 'What was that?' he asked himself. He'd heard a slight clanking sound, like metal on stone. He glanced around trying to locate the noise but saw nothing, so he listened harder; there he heard it again quickly turning around he came face to face with a young girl. Was she the princess? She stood in the shadows for a moment just staring at him and then she lunged at him, her teeth bared, her hands spread out to grab him. He fell to the floor while trying to avoid her, he sat there waiting for something to happen, but when nothing did he glanced up to see that the only thing that had stopped him from becoming food was the tarnished gold chains wrapped around each wrist. Just then a stray beam from the setting sun caught her cheek and she let out a shriek and ran back to the darkest corner, huddling herself up in to a ball. He sat there for a moment, but wanting a better look at her he moved forward being careful to stay in the slowly disappearing sun light. Her skin was pale even by vampire standards her hair was dirty and limp and hung clear to her calves in tangles. She was covered in only a torn piece of cloth probably once part of a dress; it was tied over one shoulder and around the waist, and hung in tatters to her thighs. There were burn marks covering her skin and makeshift dress. He figured this is what Dracula meant by torture. She'd been left here to slowly incinerate to death, he almost felt sorry for the girl. "Have you come to kill me?" the softly voice question was spoken in a harsh unused voice the shock of it coming from such a small girl broke him from his thought. He looked at the small girl again and although he knew she was much older, she barely looked seventeen, and he felt a rush of pity for the poor girl. "No I haven't come to kill you." He stated softly, not taking his eyes away from her. "I've come to release you, after you have promised to not kill me first." The last part was mumbled. The girl looked confused. "Has my father sent you? Has he finally forgiven me? How many years have passed?" she rattled off questions quicker than he could answer them. "No I've not been sent by your father, he's dead." "Dead he cannot be dead. That is impossible." She nearly screeched. "I'm afraid it's not princess. You've been here nearly two hundred years. That is why no one has come for you. Dracula was killed nine years after you were imprisoned here." He stated as he glanced up to note the suns position in the sky, he figured he had about another five minutes before the sun disappeared completely. "Two hundred years, oh my poor Endymion what has become of you?" she asked herself quietly. Darien stared at her for a moment. 'Where have I heard that name before?' he asked himself. The rumbling of his stomach slowly pulled him back from his thoughts, which reminded him that he himself had not eaten since breakfast, and that would have been at least seven or eight hours ago. Looking back at the huddled girl he thought she was probably hungrier than he had ever been in his life, who knows how long it's been since she's eaten. Glancing around at the dried skeletons and carcasses littering the ground he figured she'd probably managed to stay alive by consuming the local wildlife that had wandered in to her vicinity and within her reach. "Are you hungry?" he asked although he knew it was a stupid question, and at her hopeful look he felt even worse about asking, like a bully stealing candy from a baby. Using the last rays of sunlight he dug around in his pack for the extra canteen he'd brought filled with blood. It was only pig's blood but it would have to do. Carefully he slid it across the stone floor to her and watched as she scrambled to pick it up and struggled hurriedly with the cap. Darien watched as she tried to get the cap off several times before taking pity on her and cautiously moving forward to take the canteen from her shaking hands, her eyes were wild as she watched his hands as he removed the cap and handed it back to her moving back a few steps from her. Trembling she drank it down swiftly a few drops escaping to run trailing down her chin, she caught them with her fingers and then licked them clean and then used her fingers to seek out any drops she might have missed. He watched as the much-needed nourishment now in her system began to heel some of the burns on her body, although the worst of them remained, and an almost healthy color came to her skin. "Got anymore?" she asked as she crawled on her hands and knees toward him. He knew what she was doing, but he had training to fight the spell she was weaving. "No." he said calmly as he moved out of her reach. Sensing that she wasn't going to be able to use her much weakened powers on him she pouted. "I won't take it all." She said as she stuck out her bottom lip like a petulant child. Darien didn't believe her for a moment. She was starving and he'd seen vamps lose control and suck a person dry when they weren't even half as hungry as she was. "You don't believe me." She pouted. "Can't very well kill you, if I do how am I going to get out of here? You said you are going to release me." "Doesn't matter, Ray my partner will bring you some more food, but first I have to reach her." With that he started digging through his pack again, finding his phone he walked outside to find good reception. Ten minutes later he hung up from speaking to Amy. She'd told him Ray had already checked in and said her lead was a dead end so she was already on her way to his location, and Amy was sending the transportation equipment by overnight mail to a hotel in the capital were Ray would pick it up tomorrow evening. This meant he was stuck here with a starving vampire till the day after next. With a sigh he headed back inside to face his demon. "Ok princess here's the deal." He said walking toward her with a purposeful stride but stopping just out of her reach. "My partner won't be able to get here in till the day after tomorrow and since I have no interest in staying the night with a blood starved vamp, if you give me your word you'll stop when I say I'll share as long as you don't start thinking of me as a food source." He stated in a monotonous voice. "You have my word; I shall stop when you say." She said calmly her eyes boring into his as her canines extended in anticipation. Hunching down he reach again in his bag and pulled out a wooden stake, he looked up as he heard a hissing coming from the back of the room only to find the girl had moved farther away from him. "You lied." She stated watching him intensely. "You have come here to kill me." Glancing at the stake in his hand he shook his head, denying her claim. "This is merely for an emergency. As long as you keep your word you have nothing to fear from me." He said putting the stake in his pocket for easy access. He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt as he approached her to reveal the veins on his arm. He could almost see the anticipation and hunger written across her face as she watched him, and he hoped he wasn't making a huge mistake. He knelt down on the floor beside her and held up his arm to her lips. She glanced up into his eyes as she lightly took hold of his wrist and upper arm. She pierced the skin with her teeth and felt him flinch slightly. Slowly she began pulling the blood from his arm into her mouth, not taking her eyes away from his. Darien watched as her eyes dilated and her face changed into a look of complete euphoria. Slowly as her eyes began to close, her skin began to glow a soft pink with health and the remaining burns healed themselves. He watched for a while letting her take what she needed from him, but he'd become so mesmerized by these changes in her that he hadn't noticed he was becoming light headed. He needed to stop her. He put his hand on her shoulder and started to pull his arm away, as he did her eyes opened and once again connected with his as she slowly pulled her teeth from his arm but kept a hold of his arm and gently licked away the last of the blood that came to the surface of his skin. Darien shivered with pleasure at the feel of her tongue, but swiftly pulled his arm away. "You're a mortal." It was a statement more than a question, so Darien didn't answer. "Who sent you to help me? Who are you working for?" she asked her eyes narrowing as she glared at him. "Surely no vampire would send a mortal to save me. Your kind should never even know about us." She stated agitatedly. "The world has changed princess." Darien said shaking his head and glancing away stood up to moved away from her. "The mortal world changes, vampire laws are forever. Tell me who is responsible for this and I shall kill them." She threatened her voice growing husky and her k-nines extended as she let out a soft growl. Darien was frightened for only a moment before he remembered she was still chained to the wall. Shaking his head he tried to calm her down. "Calm down princess, if those vampires hadn't sent me after you, you would probably still be trapped here." Darien stated. "In case you haven't noticed I am not exactly free yet, I'm still chained to this damn wall." She yelled agitatedly. Darien rolled his eyes becoming annoyed. "Well since I have no desire to wake up in the middle of the night and find you sucking every last drop of blood from my neck you'll just have to stay there for a while longer. Ray should be here in a few days so lets just calm down." He stated and watched as she huffed and walked angrily away to sit on the floor in the darkest part of the room. Darien yawned and stretched then glanced down to check his watched, Darien noticed that it was after ten. 'No wander I'm so tired, I've been on the road since four this morning.' Sighing he knelt down and dug out his sleeping bag to spread out on the floor. Sitting down on it he once again began digging threw his bag pulling out some REM's. He proceeded in eating two of them before shoving the rest back into his pack and lying back on the sleeping bag. "I hope you're not still mad in the morning." He whispered as he fell asleep. Wow I know it's been a long time so I hope everyone hasn't forgotten bout this story. I would have posted earlier but some major drama has begun to invade my life and the good and bad fairies r pulling me in to different directions with this story, indecisive little suckers that they are. But anyway Chapter Two is officially finished and I hope I have managed to take all of your suggestions to heart. I would merely like to point out that there is meanness to my madness, just keep reading and answers will pop up. I'll appreciate some feed back, good or bad. Chapter Three is in its final stages but I probably won't post it till the editing begins on Chapter Four, so it may be a while at the rate I'm going. So enjoy and please remember to review. Thanks Angel P.s. Happy Valentines Day