A/N: Well hello there, One Freakish Lovers ;)

That was infact a very lame attempt of having some sort of humor. But remember me? Yeah, I know, I know. I've basically dropped off the side of the DSS fandom, but since you're reading this OBVIOUSLY you're reading an update! I just couldn't stay away, even though I'm super busy and barely have time for anything- inside Ronnie was punching me in the chest trying to get me to get off my ass and update! The poll on my profile is a pretty close one, so MAKE SURE TO GO CAST A VOTE FOR THAT. Also, if you have any fan art, make sure to send it, I'd LOVE IT and maybe it'll make me want to update faster?

The depature was a hard one, I knew exactly where I was going. I didn't know what was going to happen when I got there- one because of the fact that I just left when things were getting serious and mostly because now I was living and engaged to a vampaneze. Steve didn't want me to go, and he didn't hide it one bit as I packed away the rest of my belongings in my room before making my way out of the door.

"I really wish you didn't have to go." Steve mumbled, leaning his wide structure against the door frame as I shoved the drawer to my dresser shut.

"I know," I groaned, standing up straight and looking in his eyes, a small smirk appeared on my lips, "you've told me... eighteen times now?" Steve let a small chuckle escape his lips but quickly regained his stone like expression.

"I don't understand why you're going, there's nothing you need there. I don't understand why you're doing this for Shan."

"I am NOT, doing this for Darren," I snapped, my eyebrows threading together in a sudden flash of anger, "I'm doing this for Larten, and Cassie and Kayden." A knock on the door stopped the banter that was about to take place, and Steve's expression turned from nothing, to pure sadness.

"I guess it's time for me to go." I whispered, looking down to the floor and fiddling with one of my curls as Steve's steps rhythmically moved my way. His arms slid around my waist and he pulled my close, gently propping his hand under my chin and angling my eyes directly towards his.

"Please be safe." He frowned, his eyes moistening, even though I know he'd never shed a tear in front of me, or anyone for that matter.

"I'll try my hardest," I forced a smile to reassure him, because I didn't know what was going to happen. I had barely made it there and back the first time, so I had no idea what was going to happen this time.

"I love you." He stammered, and I nodded my head, playing with the ring on my finger as they were interlaced around his neck.

"I love you, Steve." His lips collided against mine and my knees went weak as always, but we were broken apart by a now even louder pounding against the door.

"Hello! Did you not hear me the first time? Let's go princess!" Kayden hollered, banging on the door once again.

"I have to go." I said, and Steve nodded, his eyes still foggy. As I started to walk away her grabbed my arm and quickly pulled my back, showering my with his last couple of quick kisses.

"I'll be back soon," I said before opening the door, and all he replied with was a simple,

"I love you."

Thankfully it wasn't winter, so we wouldn't be reaching the cold weather until the higher climates. My black jacket was wrapped around my waist- against Cassie's complaints that it was fashion suicide, but I didn't want to carry it, so it had to do.

"I can't believe you're getting MARRIED!" Cassie forced in between breaths as we heaved up one of the steeper hills until we reached our rest site.

"I can't believe you said yes- and he didn't even buy you a decent ring. I mean really, it's just a band! No bling at all, does he not know you?" Kade rolled her eyes, and I shook my head.

"It doesn't matter, it's just what it symbolizes."

"What are you going to do? Can I plan your wedding! I mean, you planned mine so it'd only be fair!" Cassie winked, and I laughed at the how excited I was to plan her wedding and how amazing it turned out.

"I don't really want a big wedding, but you will definitely be the maid of honor."

"Fine, fair enough."

"Have reached our resting point for the morning," Mr. Crepsley noted, waving a hand to a cave on the left of him. Throughout the whole walk here Darren stayed quiet, his hands thrusted into his pockets, mumbling to himself and occasionally scoffing at one of the remarks about Steve and I's sudden engagement. I couldn't keep myself from looking his way every once and while, even though I didn't want to look at him once. Well, I did want to look at him- but I forced myself not to.

"Veronica, go get wood for the fire. Kayden, please begin preparations for making the fire. Cassandra, could you start preparing some food?" Mr. Crepsley instructed, even though I had left the mountain I was still his assistant, not a very good one, but his assistant none the less. So I just nodded and started to make my way into the thick forest, as I walked away I heard Kayden's chattering become farther and farther away.

"What are you going to do? Sit your lazy ass down and watch us do all the work?" Kayden bitched in the distance, but I was already too far away to hear Mr. Crepsley's reply.

I shuffled my feet in the dirt, and when I found that there were no suitable sized pieces of wood I decided to rip large branches off the oaks. The sound of the wood cracking drowned the sound of the steps coming towards me. When I had gathered all of the large pieces in my arms, they had found their way to the floor when I saw Darren standing in my path. He was standing there, his eyes quickly shifting from mine, back to the ground. I fought the urge just to run into his arms and hold him so tightly and never let him go. To let the tears fall and tell him how much I missed him, how much I loved him, and how much I needed him. How his beautiful eyes poisoned all of my dreams, how I thought about him almost every second of the day. But I couldn't no matter how much I wanted to, that's how I would heal. Even though it seemed he took that ability away from me.

"What do you want." I sassed, placing a hand on my hip.

"We need to talk." He answered, his voice low and his lips pressed into a straight line. I once again thought of how I would do anything to see those lips curl back into that boyish smile that made my heart stop.
"I don't want to talk to you, Darren." I growled, "and obviously you know that, because you had to corner me in the freaking forest to try and make me talk to you."

"You don't have to say anything, just please, listen." He took a step forward and solidly locked his gaze on mine, and right then and there, Darren won again.