Heey... looky who updated twice in 5 minutes. Haahh i love suprising myself.

Well, Summer officially starts for me tomorrow. Not summer vacation, but the entire esscence of everything that makes summer SUMMER for me, begins tomorrow. Tomorrow, double-weekly practice officially begins. (and it's a horse thing which you probably dont understand) So ill lose one night's worth of time to write (which doesnt seem like a lot, but I've always made good progress on thursdays)

Oh, and Im officially addicted to the show Criminal Minds. I have a lot of watching to do to catch up. I generally use it to reward myself for good writing.

Anyway, yeah, i guess onto this chapter! It's not one of the great ones, its kind of a bridge between 2 important parts. Anyyyway.

When a person or a Vampire wakes up after drinking themself into a coma and and finds themself face-down on the deck of a large ship surrounded by seawater, usually they begin to panic. Luckily, Darren skipped the panic stage. When he peeled his face off the deck, he was gripped with a dull feeling of resignation to the fact that he was pretty much either going to drag his friends back to civilization within the next few days, or simply die at sea. With that thought, he stumbled back into the control-room thing, where he marvelled at how he got this far.

An investegation of the huge flatscreen GPS mounted into the wall revealed that he was located in the middle of a huge blue nothing. Not good. In the beginning states of panic, he zoomed out until a green blob began to ooze onto the screen. Thankfully, the blob was labelled Florida. Now for the island... (he certainly hoped his drunken self hadn't imagined hearing about an island)...zooming out...zooming out...zoom-ahah, there it is. Mother of Pants, it's freakin tiny... His little child-Vampire heart sank like a rock. What were the chances his friends survived whatever happened to the plane, much less made it onto that tiny blob...

Depressively, he wandered over to the little beer fridge in the corner of the control room. It was completely packed with strawberry-kiwi juice boxes. Harkat`s favourite! he remembered with a sniffle. What if Harkat didn't live to drink another juice box? What if Kurda didn't live to see the purple shower curtain he'd ordered on eBay before leaving? What if Mika didn't live to rip the curtain down and strangle Kurda with it? What if Arrow didn't live to drive his Hummer ever again? What if the last thing Seba deemed "Abomination!" was the plane as it crashed into the ocean dooming them all? What if Paris's 800+ years ended because Darren was stupid enough to force them on vacation? And worst of all... what if Larten died thinking Darren was a terrible student?

But what if they were alive...and what if they died because Darren gave up? That possibility was too gruesome to comprehend!

Vampires can survive! It made sense drunk and it made sense sober. They WERE freakin alive, and Darren would rescue them if it killed him!

So he sat and waited for Paris's voice to return and guide him, but after several minutes he figured that feature was only available when he was inebriated out of his mind. So he proceeded to spend about hours fuddling with the satellite GPS automatic programming unit until his course was set for the Little Green Blob. Then he sat back and listened to the weatherman on the satellite radio talk about the incoming tropical storm. Oh joy.

***

Since Mika's hostile takeover of the Island, life had changed drastically. The dark and evil emperor ruled the North end of the beach, which was a cluster of large and sharp boulders protruding out into the water, complete with a 70-foot cliff overlooking the ocean on one side. Mika had made himself a little throne with one of the reclining chairs taken from the wreckage of the plane, surrounded by Harkat and Kurda who were full-time umbrella holders to provide shade. Seba kept watch on a little rock above the living area which gave him a 360 view of the surrounding area. And he was ready to fling pineapples (nobody wanted to eat them) at any who dared to enter or leave without permission. And Paris had the task of preparing food and cleaning up after meals. He had also taken it upon himself to monitor the weather, to determine whether or not a more adequate shelter should be seeked. And to complete the homey environment, on a lage smooth rock, likenesses of Larten and Arrow had been roughly sketched with a burnt stick. Underneath the phrase, WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE.

One humid evening, he looked up at the rapidly approaching wall of black clouds which appeared to be coming straight towards the Island and decided this could be a problem. He calmly wandered over to Mika's throne.

"Mika, I need a word."

He was ignored.

"I know you can hear me. I'm not demented."

Mika shot an evil look at Harkat, who gazed sadly at his feet, and recited:

"All formal questions...must be processed...through secretarial staff.

Paris refrained from ripping his beard out. "There's a big-ass storm coming and we'll get washed away if we stay here. We need to retreat further down the beach where our safety will be ensured."

"That was like, not proper question format. You application has been demised!" Kurda declared.

"Denied, Kurda...the word is...denied." Harkat mumbled.

"Can we get the hell off these rocks before we all get eaten by a huricane?" Paris demanded. "I do believe that is proper question format.

"Thank you...your question...has been...processed."

Kurda and Harkat leaned in to mutter controversially with Mika. After several seconds, Kurda looked back up at Paris.

"Your question has been deemed ir...ir..."

"Irrelevant." Harkat supplied.

"Yeah, so have a nice day!" Kurda concluded with a wave.

"Mika, you're going to kill us all. I hope you know that." Paris sighed.

At this point, a secret signal was passed on to Seba, and Paris had a pineapple thrown at his head.

***

Several hours later, the wind was blowing so strongly that Harkat (still on umbrella duty) kept getting lifted off his feet, and had to tie himself to a rock for safekeeping (while still holding the umbrella, so he was suspended several feet of the ground, making him eye-level with everyone else). Thunder and lightning was constant, sounding, looking and smelling disturbingly close by. Paris' beard was a total disaster, and he had to tie it in a knot to keep it out of his eyes.

"MIKA, IS IT IRRELEVANT NOW?" he tried to yell, but a large hunk of sand blew into his mouth, so it sounded like, "MGUH, EGGUS URGULAR NOUGH?"

"THIS IS JUST A LITTLE BREEZE!" the Island Emperor snarled.

"We're gonna diiieeee!" Kurda howled, clinging to his umbrella for dear life as the punding rain gave him the appearance of a drowned Barbie doll.

"Kurda...you're...going...to...get...electrocized...or electriplied...or whatever...that...word...is!" Harkat gasped. "Drop...the...umbrella!" Harkat now dropped his own umbrella, which caused him to drop onto the hard ground.

"Psshhh, electricity is a myth Darren cooked up so we would not play with the toaster." Seba gurgled as a palm frond whipped past his mouth. "When I was your age, a little wind like this was nothing, we simply slept through it!"

"Seba, I would seriously reccomend taking that chair off your finger before you get roasted alive. It's completely metal, you know."

Seba growled and scuttled away, mumbling about the abominative man-made obscenity that was metal.

***

Meanwhile, about a kilometer down the beach, Arrow and Larten were huddled in a little cave, waiting for the storm to end.

"I wonder if they've gone with Seba's idea and converted to cannibalism." Arrow muttered darkly. Larten smacked him on the head.

"Do not say such things. Mika is an honourable Vampire, he will soon realise that his idea is completely...erm..."

"Crackbrained."

"Sure, we shall go with that."

"And he won't realise it's crackbrained unless he wants to. He's THAT stubborn. Plus I'm pretty sure he wants to put our heads on sticks outside his camp by now."

"Oh. Well in that case, we shall simply wait in this pleasant little cave until Darren comes to fetch us."

"Good plan." Arrow yawned, shoving away the Iguana that was trying to lick his head, and lying down on the slimy, moss-covered rock.

"I do indeed miss that boy." Larten added sadly, making a moss pillow and lying down on the other side of the cave. But Arrow was already asleep.

***

"That Boy" was having quite a rough time at sea. Thankfully the automatic GPS was keeping him on course, but having to run outside and hurl off the side of the deck every 3 minutes was a less than desirable circumstance. And it didn't help that he couldn't see his own puke through the blinding rain, and every wave threatened to toss him off the side of the boat and turn him into shark snacks.

If they're not alive when I get there, I'm going to kill them. he groaned inwardly after the 15th or 16th puking session. Life was not loving Darren at the moment. He checked the GPS one last time, then booted it down to the parking garage to get dry and have a nap in his sunny yellow Jeep and try to maintain positive thoughts.

Mmmmhmm.

So, one more thing, if you can help me out. I got this little device called a Blackberry, which Im pretty sure is smarter than me. But it seems to have Word Processing capabilities, but when I try to transfer a document onto it, it shows up but it wont let me open it... if i can get past this, then i can write anywhere but underwater. I neeeed to get this figured out, due to a time sensitive contest and an extremely competitive streak. Anyway, I digress. I tend to do that. Which is a sign of how tired I am, sooo,

Byyye! Ps, please read n vote for my contest entry :) i haavvee cookieeeessss.

*Roxxy,