I´m running through the tunnels. Here and there. There and here. Left, right, left, righ, right, left, right, left, left again... Finally I see a big door. It´s open. I´m running through.
I´m running, running, running... Ouch. I´m not running anymore. I´m sitting on the floor. I ran into Harkat. Ouch, it did really hurt.. I think I hit my head into the floor.
I can see stars... No, not stars. A tiny Mr. Crepsley is flying in a circle over my head. Lots of them. They are laughing at me... How dare they.
Umm, it´s dark here... I see nothing.
Oh, someone is calling my name. "Darren! Darreeen... Do you hear...me? How many...fingers do you...see? Darren..."
I think it´s Harkat. Owww, it hurts. My head is in fire... Very painful. Now where did Harkat go? The darkness is going away...
Now I can see him. Yeah, like I thought, it is Harkat. Cool, he have six fingers now! No, seven... six again... No, eight... Well this is creepy... This is a creepy place..
Err, where the hell am I, anyway? In Vanchas bedroom? Hell no.. Where did that come from? Umm...Oh, I am in the tunnels. Yeah... And Debbie is safe. I´m safe, too...
Mr. Crepsley is not safe. Oh... Now i remember... MR. CREPSLEY! THE FIGHT! Oh crap...
Everything went clear. Why am I sitting on the floor? No time for that. I stared at Harkat. He stared back a while, and then told me that Mr. Crepsley fought.
"I KNOW!" I shouted and jumped on my feet. I was scared, really scared. I had to find out what happened. Well, I could see it from their eyes, but it couldn´t be true.
There was a large pit of stakes and flames... I ran towards. Just before I was there, Vancha grabbed me and hold me still.
He looked into my eyes and said:"Darren. I... We...Umm... Larten is dead."
"NO!" I shouted.
"Yes," Vancha said calmly, but there was tears in his eyes.
"And...and what about The Lord of the Vampaneze?"
A sad smile played Vanchas lips. "He is dead, too. The War of the Scars is over."
I nodded, then collapsed on the floor. The war is over... Mr. Crepsley´s life is over, too. A terrible sacrifice. I never had a chance to say goodbye...
"It´s my fault." I whispered, tears in my eyes. "No," Vancha said. "You did what your heart told you to do. Larten is dead, you cannot change it. Im sorry..."
I stared in front of me, but could see nothing. That´s when Steve Leopard and Gannen Harst came back. "What a fight, Darren." Steve said sarcastically. "I´m sorry you
missed it. Bad for Creepy Crepsley..."
"Just do it, if you want.." Gannen said. Steve grabbed my hand, helped me on my feet and pushed me away from Vancha. He was going to come with me, but Gannen
stopped him and said:"Stay, brother."
"If you hurt him..." Vancha warned them. They took me over to the another side, where Gannen grabbed my arms and Steve whispered something in my ear. Those words
I´ll remember till i die, and the hysterical laugh from Steve´s mouth was the last thing I heard before everything went black...
"I am the Lord of The Vampaneze."
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Finally, the end. I know it was short, but I hope it wasn´t too bad. Please review! Flames accepted.