Author's Note: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have posted that other chapter at all. At first I thought it was a good way to 'end' their relationship, then get them together again. But I like to keep the characters in-character as much as possible, and Larten practically raping Darren, is as OOC as it can be when it comes to Crepsley. No matter what the circumstanses, he would never have done such a thing to Darren. So I re-wrote the last part. This time there will be no raping or hints of it at all. Again, I am sorry for posting that other crappy end on the chapter. Hopefully this will be better. Enjoy!
Chapter Four: Lose It All
Deep down I'd known that this day would come. The day when Mr. Crepsley told me it was over. The worst thing was that I couldn't blame him either. It was my own fault anyways.
After the encounter with the Vampaneze Lord at the Cirque, we decided it was time to move on. Vancha chose to leave for the Vampire Mountain, for an update on the War of Scars, while Mr. Crepsley, Harkat and I didn't really know where to go. We ended up in Mr. Crepsley's hometown a few days later.
We slept at the same hotel we had done so many years earlier, when Mr. Crepsley was hunting Murlough. It was weird to be back. But it was nice too. Despite the fatal encounter we'd had with the insane vampaneze in my early days as a vampire assistant, I had liked it here. And I still did. It was something special about the place. The fact that Mr. Crepsley was born and raised here, didn't make it any less special, rather the opposite.
We had only slacked the first days we'd been here. Me and Mr. Crepsley just leaving for the streets one night to drink. Well, not only drink. We found a deserted back ally, and gave each other a literally head blowing blow job. He also told me that my skills had improved. Needless to say, I slept good that day.
A few nights later we started to look out for any vampaneze, or more in particular the Vampaneze Lord. We didn't find neither, but things only got worse when we Mr. Blaws showed up at my hotel room door, a school inspector, who obviously wanted to know why I weren't attending any school. At first I couldn't understand why the hell a school inspector would show up here, or how the fuck he knew who I was and how he knew I wasn't attending any school. But after hearing that my papers had been sent in to the school, I was left alone with one question:
Who the hell would do that?
I wasn't given much time to think of it as I had to start at school the upcoming Monday, where my biggest problem so far were waiting.
Debbie.
Debbie Hemlock.
My old girlfriend was my new English teacher. Which of course ruined everything for me. I didn't manage to control my feelings the first time we met again. I was so happy to see her again. She had been my first and only girlfriend, after all. So, I had kissed her, quick, but our lips met so it's still considered as a kiss. I was so happy I forgot all about Mr. Crepsley.
Of course she had lots of questions, but I came up with a story and said that I had a rare aging disease that made me look a lot younger than I actually was, which was partly true.
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I walked alone, knowing that I was being followed. Mr. Crepsley and Harkat was watching me, making sure none of our enemies would strike while one of us was alone.
Debbie had invited me to her apartment, so that we could catch up. I wanted to tell her how much I had loved her, and how much she still meant to me. I didn't love her the way I did when I was younger anymore. Mr. Crepsley had reminded me that when I got home from school. I also wanted to tell her that I was sorry for not telling her about my 'disease' the first time we met, and that I wanted us to be nothing more than friends.
I was greeted by a delicious smell of scones. Which tasted as good as it smelled. After eating Debbie's almost too good cooking, which she'd more than obvious had learned from her mother, I thought that it was time to talk.
I licked my lips nervously, placing my plate on the table. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't utter a word. My mouth had gone dry. Debbie looked curiously at me, with those big, brown eyes. "Darren?"
I can't remember what I did next, all I remember was that in the next second my lips were placed on hers. Then I thought of Mr. Crepsley and I pulled away instantly, momentarily regretting my move. "I'm sorry!" I squeaked. "I shouldn't have."
She slapped me. "No, you shouldn't," she growled. Not sorry for the pain she had just caused my cheek. "Darren…" her voice was soft again, "I know that your feelings for me hasn't changed-"
"They-"
"Don't interrupt me while I am talking Darren," she warned. "As I said, I know that you have the same feelings for me that you had thirteen years ago. And I guess that deep down mine are also still the same - but, you're a child Darren. You're my student. I won't and I can't date my students. First off it's gross and it's against the law."
I didn't know what to say. What was there to say? Even if I told her that my feelings wasn't the same, she wouldn't believe me. Not that I could blame her. I had kissed her twice already. I sighed.
"Hm," she said. "Sorry for slapping you."
"It's okay," I shrugged. "I deserved it." She laughed, then excused herself and went to the bathroom. I wanted to leave, because as she left I was left alone thinking, and my thoughts fell automatically on Mr. Crepsley. What if he had seen what I had done? So I composed a quick note.
I had to go, sorry. But it was wonderful to see you. Meet you tomorrow. Hope you won't mind if I don't do my homework!
Mr. Crepsley and Harkat met me right outside the building. Mr. Crepsley wore a sad expression, and I wasn't able to look him in the eyes after what I'd done. "I have some bad news," he said, but avoided to look at me. "Our friend, your fellow Prince, Paris Skyle …" he trailed off. "I received a short telepathic message from Mika Ver Leth just half an hour ago. Paris is dead."
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Silence. It was too much of it. Harkat had finally gone to sleep, and Mr. Crepsley and I was left alone. He hadn't said a word to me since Harkat had left, but I guessed it was just because Paris was dead, though a low voice in my head said it was because of me and what I had done.
"So…" I said, trying to start a conversation. "Did you see anything?" I continued, aiming for the vampaneze. Then my hand fell on my mouth, I had definitely picked the wrong words.
"No," he sighed. "There was no sight of the vampaneze. Although, I did caught a glimpse of something else," he said and a slow smirk formed itself on the dry lips, but then he grew serious. "Darren, I have watched you all night. You think you did something wrong; but you did not. I am teaching you, Darren. I am not your 'boyfriend', 'lover' or whatever people call it these days. You are allowed to have a girlfriend. There is no reason to be ashamed just because you kissed that lady. It did not hurt my feelings, if that is what you are thinking." He sounded sincere and honest, but as he said the last sentence, his eyes had flickered away from mine.
"But," I began, "I thought that … The way you acted … Have you been playing with my feelings all along?" I mumbled, anger starting to build itself up in my mind.
"Your feelings?" he asked surprised, an eyebrow raised in question.
"Yes, my feelings! I really like you, you know!" I yelled as I stood up, fists clenching into balls. "And after we visited the Cirque again, I thought that you might have feelings for me too! The way you kissed me, touched me! The way you carried me inside! You acted differently towards me all of a sudden … and I thought that you might be in love with me too …" Tears gathered in my eyes, and I looked deep into Mr. Crepsley's eyes.
"Darren I …"
"Silly me, huh? Thinking that you, the ever so perfect Larten Crepsley,of all people could possibly be in love with a scumbag like me. Well, I'll get over it. Now, don't you have a fucking funeral to attend? I suggest you leave for it now, or it'll be your funeral next!"
For four long minutes, none of us moved. Mr. Crepsley had buried his head in his hands, and I could hear him breath heavily, while I stood my ground. But then, all of a sudden, he got up from the chair he sat on and left for the Vampire Mountain to attend Paris' funeral, just like we had agreed. Without a kiss or a simple goodbye. No nothing.
To be continued.