I Decided To Continue The 1st Drabbly Thing, And This Is What Ya Get!

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"…rren"

"Darren"

The familiar voice woke me from my peaceful and comfy slumber

"Hmmm?" I mumbled, not quite prepared to open my eyes

"Up, Now" he smiled into my hair, encircling his arms around me

"Are we there?"

I peeked one eye open and looked out of the train window; snow covered most of the scenery. Trees were scattered about here and there, each straining against the weight of the snow which had positioned its self conveniently on their branches. It was a white abyss.

It looked cold. Even for me.

"Darren" the voice persisted, just as I was about to dose off, again.

"Get up, the stations a few minutes away"

"let me sleep those few minutes" I muttered, attempting to bury my head into his side as I tried to get comfortable.

"No" I could feel his grin as he detangled me from himself

"You can sleep" he chided gently,

I squirmed in his embrace, unable to find a suitable position for sleep

"When we get there"

It was impossible, I was fighting a losing battle. I opened my eyes and stared at the red suited man who's lap I was now sitting in.

"Larten" I stretched, ignoring the cocky vampires gaze and his wandering hands over the small of my back,

"You're horrible" I yawned

"You're adorable" He smirked, planting a kiss on my freezing nose.

" Go away" I groaned, my arms sliding around his shoulders in a final effort to get back into the land of nod

"You're not going back to sleep" he informed me, standing, and dropping me ungraciously to my feet.

"Fine, Fine, Fine!" I moaned nosily, thankful that we were the only inhabitants of the carriage

Angrily gathering my bag and other belongings I pushed past my mentor, hopped onto one of the cushioned seats opposite us and gazed out of the small frosted window.

My view was obscured by the vast amount of icicles, but I could just make out the station we were approaching.

"Were in the middle of nowhere" I stated to no one in particular

My unwanted reply consisted of a "Hm"

The carriage rocked violently, the brakes screaming in protest, trying desperately to get hold of the icy track.

Gradually the train came to a halt.

My lover turned back to from retrieving his small amount luggage off the over head storage compartment and handed me my scarf which I had neglected to pick up.

Still curled up on a seat, I took the scarf, trying to delay disembarking for as long as possible.

Unfortunately for me, the doors were flung open, a draft let in, and I had no choice but to follow him out onto the platform.

"Well this is nice" my voice dripping with sarcasm as I pulled my coat closer around me.

I was cold, deprived of sleep and now trudging through inches of snow to god knows where.

The conversation was thrilling.

After what seemed likes hours of walking we stopped.

I found myself gazing up at a almost derelict grand building, a shadow of its obviously grand past.

"This It?" I questioned, slightly taken a back at the sight of several broken windows, a room infested by pigeons and the gloomy unwelcoming oak doors.

But my question went unnoticed has Larten had already began his short trek through the snow and up to the imposing building.

I dashed through the slushy mix which coated the pavement to catch up with the red coat disappearing through the entrance.

"Wait up!" I shouted after him

The lobby was a particularly grim room. A faded red carpet lined the floor, obviously this place had once been somewhat popular. The wooden panelling was dark and, for some reason, heavily scratched and damaged. I was disliking the place more and more with every detail I took in.

Larten leant over the cobwebbed desk and trilled the bronze bell, no one came.

"This place is a shithole," I announced, turning to leave, "Let's go."

"Welcome." Came a hushed voice from behind the reception desk, I spun round to see a terribly old and fragile looking man dressed in all his finery.

"We will be wanting a room for the night please Greville." Larten asked politely, speaking a little louder than normal so as the man could hear.

"What?" I objected "Were staying here"

"Of course Larten" answered the elderly hotel owner

He turned around and took his time observing the board filled with keys.

"Well," he murmured quite unsurely, "I do believe that room 201 is free, not many others along that floor…"

I raised an eyebrow at Larten, who simply ignored me and accepted the chosen key from Greville.

"I trust you don't need any help with your luggage" the man asked, his tail coat already trailing behind him at a surprisingly fast pace as he went back to wherever he came from.

"Come along Master Shan" said my mentor smugly, walking down an impossibly long corridor and up a rusted spiral stair case.

I followed reluctantly, the only thing positive about this place was the possibility of more sleep. The stairs creaked threateningly as a tried not to look down below, keeping my eyes on Larten. Along another corridor we found the room. The numbers 201 were twisted and falling off, I tried to just focus on a comfortable bed. Larten placed the key in the hole and turned.

The door swung open to reveal a room quite unlike the rest of the hotel.

The walls were a deep shade of green with Victorian patterns spiralling up towards the high ceiling. The flooring was hard and wooden, but covered with a wide plum coloured rug. It stretched out, reaching the grand marble fireplace. On the mantel stood a beautifully crafted golden clock, through cracked glass the hands were still and unmoving. I turned around and there it was, my haven.

A four poster bed, puffed up pillows and an invitingly huge duvet, with silk cushions scattered all over it.

"I'm home." I grinned, kicking off my shoes and diving onto the covers.

A second later I was submerged further into the bed by the large vampire which had decided to crush me.

"Help!," I cried, feigning distress "I'm being attacked by a grumpy ginger!"

"Ginger, I'll accept" he smirked "But grumpy? What do you expect when I have to spend hours cooped up in a carriage listening to you whine on"

"I. Don't. Whine" I grumbled.

"You most certainly do" he replied, latching onto my lips, blocking my retort.

"My prince is tired" he smiled, pulling away from my fatigued kisses.

" A little"

"Then go to sleep" he said, covering me in the feather duvet and brushing my bangs behind my ear.

It was bliss, the heavy duvet, monstrous pillows and luxurious comfort coming from the knowledge that I was finally about to have a inevitably fabulous slumber.

"I'm going for a bath" said Larten

"Love you" I yawned into my pillow, already drifting.

"And I You"

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