This is it, the big one. Time for the boys to go where no other Vampire has gone before. Where it is, you will soon find out. :)

So i updated with a long chap YESTERDAY. and an even longer one TODAY. Am i awesome? Hell yes.

Akatsuki Child Heh, the fun never stops :) thankyah darling.

FruitySkittles He's not the only one.... xD

vampires-pen aint that the truth ;)

imaginary-w3rewolves arent we all a litte concerned for darren's sanity? ;P

Charlie-Harry-Moonpup mmmhmm, typos happen to the best of us. even I cant be perfect. but, glad you like it :)

CarlisleCullenIsMyHomeboy12 haaahh i had fun writing that part :D

anyway, here we go :) finally.

The camera rolls over a cloudy sky, huge and pretty. Seagulls here and there. A lovely time to fly American Airlines. Suddenly, we lurch downward and all we see is a vase expanse of blue waves and more waves: the glory of the Atlantic Ocean. Then, on the horizon we see a tiny dot of land. We draw closer, and see a trail of smoke rising from the center of the tiny isolated jungle. We sweep over the island, and notice the wreckage of a 747 airliner cracked into several pieces amidst the abundance of palm trees. Flames flicker here and there, but there is no sign of life. Giving up hope, we sweep out towards the west beach. Looking down, we are alarmed to see a small group of survivors coming out of the forest. Zooming in even further, there are 7 in total. They appear dirty, tired, exhausted, and confused. They come to a stop at approximately the center of the beach, staring disconsolatley at the dizzying expanse of water before them. After a moment of silence, one of the survivors lifts a hand to push the hair out of his eyes, opens his dry, cracked lips, and speaks out to the beach:

"Kay...soo, where's the hotel?"

"Damn it Kurda! Are you seriously that unbelieveably stupid? WE CRASHED! WE F**KEN CRASHED! AS IN THE PLANE STOPPED WORKING AND FELL ON THIS GODFORSAKEN ISLAND! NO ONE ELSE IS ALIVE. THERES JUST US. WE'RE SCREWED, OKAY? WE'RE GONNA DIE HERE, WE-"

"MIKA VER LETH." Paris yelled louder than anyone had ever heard him yell. "Calm your negative nerves! Your behaviour is disgusting. Our situation may be less than desirable, but -"

"Maybe...we are in...Florida?" Harkat piped up hopefully. "Maybe the hotel is...back that way? "

"Yes, maybe this is just a nice little beach that...um...no one else has discovered yet?" Larten added.

"Who the hell are you trying to convince?" Arrow rolled his eyes and kicked a coconut.

"It was worth a try." Larten grumbled.

"This thing is an abomination." Seba noted, referring to Arrow's coconut which had collided with Seba's shin. He didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he still had an airport chair attached to his finger.

"Soo, this is an island?" Kurda inquired.

"Yes, retard. We still had 2 hours of flight left when the plane went down. That means we are nowhere near Florida. So yes, this is an island. An poisonous-animal-infested no-clean-water totally-surrounded-by-ocean hundreds-of-miles-from-land wipe-yourself-with-a-leaf damn friggen ISLAND. We're DEAD." Mika snarled through gritted teeth.

"Language!" Paris snapped. He almost got a coconut through the head for that one.

"And we're stuck here?" Kurda whimpered, beginning to realise the situation.

"Very much so."

"But Darren will get us out of here, right?" the blonde's eyes were growing wider by the second.

"Haven't you noticed, Kurda? Daren's kinda not here at the moment." Arrow grunted, retrieving his coconut for later use.

"Okay, so when's he gonna get here?" Kurda wailed, unmistakably preparing to panic.

"Kurda, listen to me very carefully." Larten stated. "As far as we know, nobody knows our plane went down, and Darren does not know we are here. He believes we are in Florida. I do not know if he intends to fly to Florida, or wait for us to return. But I do know that we probably will not see him for a very long time. You see...we forgot him in the airport. And he does not know where we are." Could that be a tear in old Crepsley's eye?

Kurda, however, was no longer listening. He had broken down completely, screamed, "I GOTTA LEAVE!" and made a mad dash for the water, but had been intercepted and was now wrapped around Mika, sobbing as if his entire closet had been burned. Mika was looking like he'd rather be dead. Harkat was sitting in the sand, looking completely lost without his best friend. Seba was looking curiously at the chair, as though trying to remember where it came from. Mika was trying to disentangle himself from the hysterical blonde. Arrow dropped the coconut miserably, lacking the energy to throw it at someone. Paris was looking around with an expression of grim determination. And Larten was desperately trying to control himself and be grateful that his beloved student wasn't stranded on the island with the rest of them.

There were about 7 minuites of silence in which each Vampire or Little Person allowed the true reality of the situation to settle in. Then Larten decided that it was time to figure some things out. He climbed onto a nearby rock waved the cocout to get everyone's attention. (It wasn't easy, now he knew the world of pain Darren faced when he needed to say something) Finally he had everyone sitting in a semicircle around his rock, and he began.

"ATTENTION VAMPIRES AND HARKAT. NO ONE IS LEAVING, AND NO ONE IS DYING. As you can all see, we are not in a very comfortable situation. This place may or may not be part of Florida, but all we can do at the moment is maintain control, cofidence, and charisma. Darren is not here to enforce this, but you may have noticed this place is not part of the human world. So we do not need a recently blooded half-Vampire to guide us through the situation. We are still Vampires, and we can still rely on our ancient instincts and abilities to get us through this situation. If I know Darren, I know he will search the world as soon as he notices we are gone, and will not stop until he gets here. I promise every one of you he will come for us, and we will be snug as a bug in Vampire Mountain before you know it. We just have to survive until then."

"Hear, hear!" Paris applauded.

"Sounds good." Mika agreed reluctantly, picking up a nearby stick.

"Ditto." Arrow added, lying back in the sand and closing his eyes.

"I miss Darren!" Harkat declared miserably.

"So when Darren comes, he's gonna bring my favourite strawberry-kiwi juiceboxes, right?" Kurda whimpered.

"All the strawberry-kiwi juiceboxes you can drink." Larten promised.

Kurda wiped his eyes and let out a tired sniffle.

"So right now, we need a Darren replacement. Someone to...erm...keep us on track while we wait to get rescued."

Mika rolled his eyes and began to carve his stick into a spear.

"We're all over 100 years old, we can take care of ourselves."

"Yeah duh." Arrow chipped in.

"I am over 700 years old, I will not answer to any imbecillic twat other than myself." Seba spat.

"I agree...with Mr. Crepsley." Harkat put in nervously. "We need...a leader. I think...Paris."

"I'm a Vampire Prince, not an Island Prince. I don't know how to go about this situation and I'm too old to be running around the jungle. I respectfully decline."

"I'll be leader." Mika announced. "Paris is wrong, the Island Prince should be a Vampire Prince. I can handle this. Nothing will go wrong as long as I'm in charge. There's gotta be tons of animals here we can eat. Let's not waste valuable hunting time." he waved his new spear determinedly. "We don't even have to vote. Come on, Paris. I got this! I can do better than Darren, I'll actually keep everyone in line!"

Paris sighed depressively and observed the younger prince.

"Mika, that is why it shouldn't be you. We don't need a Prince. We need someone like Darren. We need a caretaker, not a disciplinary."

Mika ignored him.

"All in favour of ME?"

Naturally, Arrow raised a hand to his best friend. As did Seba and Kurda.

Paris rolled his eyes.

"Any other nominations?"

"How about...Mr. Crepsley?" Harkat piped up.

"I do not know about th- Oh, if you must." Larten blushed furiously.

"I think Larten would make a fine leader. All in favour?" said Paris.

Votes from Harkat, Kurda, and Paris.

"That's a tie." Mika snapped. "Kurda voted twice. He voted for me first, so I win."

"You can't decide based on Kurda." Paris snapped. "As your senior prince, I have the right to make these choices. Larten is Prince of the Island."

"So now you're a prince again?" Mika snarled viciously.

"Mika, we can work this out." Larten added nervously. "I will take care of little tasks, you can be in charge of hunting food and keeping us safe from beasts. Is that alright with you?"

"Whatever." Mika grunted, continuing to sharpen his spear.

"Excellent." said Larten. "It appears I am oficially Prince of the Island. I believe our first course of business would be to make some rules so the situation does not become...erm, wilder than it already is. This is a good island. It is our island, and we will have fun until Darren fetches us. Any quest- I mean, we better keep moving forwards."

No one spoke, the only noise was Seba's chair scraping through the sand.

"So, does anyone have any ideas for rules?"

"We can vote someone off the island every week if they act like a dick." Mika suggested.

"Do you really want to screw yourself over like that?" Arrow joked. Mika, however took it personally and tried to tackle Arrow, only to be restrained by Paris. His outburst went unrecognized, and Harkat made a suggestion:

"I think...we need a rule...that only...one person can...speak at once."

"That is an excellent idea, Mr. Mulds." Larten answered kindly. "To enforce this rule, I hearby declare that only the holder of this coconut may speak during an official meeting. If you wish to hold the coconut, please raise your hand first."

Mika's hand was the first one up. Reluctantly, Larten tossed him the coconut.

"Whoever wants to be on the hunting team, come over here."

Arrow and Seba joined Mika beside the rock.

"Great, let's go." said Mika after a quick look-over of his hunters.

Larten snatched the coconut back.

"Not so fast. The meeting has not been adjourned yet!"

"Well, could you be going any slower?" Mika bitched. "There's stuff to eat out there."

"Mika! You weren't...holding the coconut...and you talked!" Harkat gasped, scandalised.

"Um, Harkat, so did you." Arrow pointed out.

At this point, Harkat fell back into the sand and proceeded to completely freak out. Which looks and sounds really awkward when you're a Little Person.

"So did Arrow!" Paris added, ignoring Harkat's outburst.

"So did Paris." Arrow retorted.

"QUIET QUIET QUIET!" Larten demanded, almost throwing the coconut against someone's skull. "I hearby adjoun this meeting before anyone gets hurt! Now, let us explore the island and find out what we are up against!"

"Yeah, show us what ya got!" Arrow yelled into the trees.

"I hope you got a spa!" Kurda added.

"I hope you have...plenty of food!" said Harkat.

"LOCK AND LOAD, BRING THE PAIN!" Mika bellowed, sprinting up the beach.

"THERE IS SOMETHING ON MY FINGER!" Seba screeched.

"Larten, I hate to be the voice of negativity, but we are dead." declared Paris.

"Not yet." Mr. Crepsley muttered. "We have survived the invasion of human technology into our home, we journeyed into the wilds of a Canadian Ski Resort and survived becoming stranded in a Valley of Doom with only our wits and unhealthy food to keep us alive, we survived that Christmas ordeal with our sanity mainly intact, we managed to get my Madam Octa married without losing anyone to poisonous spider bites, and we have come this far. Darren will come for us. I for one am not willing to die here! We will see our Mountain again, wait and see."

"Right." said Paris. "Until then, who's willing to approach Seba and try to get that chair off?"

"I...um...well, that would normally be Darren's job, um-"

"That's what I thought."

Well, i hope this turn of events has intrigued you, cuz im having a blast writing it. this idea totally came out of nowhere, when i started this fic, i thought it was gonna be a New Years 2 or 3 shot, and now its like, nothing like that ;P i think it subconsciously developed from the constant analysis of the book Lord Of The Flies in academic english....not that it was a bad book. it was actually not too bad, considering i want to burn most pieces of classic literature. it beat the hell outta To Kill A Mockingbird anyway...

soo yeah :) im in too good a mood to obsessively adverstise my facebook fan page (link on profile) and other fics, so im just gonna say goodnight :D

*Roxxy,