Well, I didn't get many reviews, but hopefully this new chapter will help that. Please review! Oh and by the way, this is my very first slash story. My first. I think it's going pretty well! Well, enjoy! Darren/Larten forever!

The pathway to the tent Evra and I shared seemed to stretch on forever. I knew what I had to do, but could I summon the courage to do it? Heh, I'm a Prince, of course I can!

Maybe…

As I approached the dimly lit tent, I felt butterflies in my stomach. They clearly carried the nervosa disease. Nervosa, in my mind, is also known as anxiety. I walked forward, my eyes blank and nervous.

"Darren?" Evra asked as I entered.

I ignored him, walking past him as if he didn't exist. I had eyes only for the person sitting in my hammock. He stood up to meet me.

"Darren." he greeted calmly.

"Mr. Crepsley." I replied.

Evra seemed to get the memo from our tones that this just wasn't the place to be right now, and slipped out of the tent. I barely took notice to his departure.

"Darren," Larten began, "Will you tell me about your dream?"

"I plan to."

He didn't appear to hear me, "If you do not want to, then I will not ask again, but-"

"Mr. Crepsley, I plan to tell you my dream." I snapped, finally catching his attention.

"Oh." He sat back down on my hammock and motioned for me to join him. I eased down uncomfortably at his side and took a deep breath before starting.

"Well, the past few months, I've been having dreams. About you." I started. Larten waited patiently and I continued, "They were almost always the same one. You would just… disappear and leave me broken."

I fought back the tears that were threatening to spill. I must not show fear or weakness. Larten must have noticed my struggle and the wetness in the corners of my eyes, because he wrapped one arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. I turned my head into his shoulder.

"And, I think I love you," I mumbled. He released me and gripped my shoulders, pushing me away.

"What?" he asked slightly frightened.

"I think I love you," I repeated, this time more courageously.

He groaned, hanging his head. It was silent for a moment before he stood, and without looking at me, stated, "We have a long day tomorrow. Go to bed. Good night."

His words and voice cut me like a knife. Without another word, he stepped out of the tent. I nodded, keeping my face straight and my outside appearance calm. Inside, as I stepped over to my coffin, I was broken. My heart had gotten into a territorial battle with my stomach and brain, and lost. As I slipped down into the wooden box, I closed my eyes along with the lid. My emotions ran through me, hurting with each breath. Despair, desolation, misery.

I reached my arm up to trace the scar on his face. I know he'd gotten it a long time ago from Lady Evanna. My fingers lightly skimmed the surface of his skin, making him close his eyes and sigh. He's upset. Why?

I can fix it. I lean up and brush my lips against his. A little nervous, I was afraid that he would back away. He didn't, so I pressed my lips in harder. He became unresponsive, his body like a harsh, cutting stone. Then, there was nothing. I fell through the air and landed on my knees, my hands resting on them gently, but my nails digging into the skin. I didn't care whether or not I bled to death, I just wanted- THUD. THUD.

What was that?

THUD. THUD.

My eyes flew open again and I bolted up, just to realize that my coffin was still closed. I felt the wood connect with my forehead and lay back down. I pressed my palm to the wood, and opened it.

"Evra?" I groaned sleepily, "What is it?"

I heard snoring as a response and realized Evra was asleep. My eyes focused and I saw an orange crop of hair, pacing across the tent between Evra and myself.

"Mr. Crepsley?" I moaned, "What are you doing here? Do we have to leave? Should I wake Evra?"

"No, Darren." Larten sighed and moved over to me. Gripping his soon outstretched hand, he tossed me out of my coffin. I landed only feet from him.

He took a deep breath before starting to talk, "Darren. I am sorry about my response earlier. I just- I did not want the same thing to happen to you that happened to Nikolas."

"Who?"

"Nikolas was the vampire who fell in love with Vancha. Long story short, he miraculously got pregnant-"

"He got PREGNANT?!" I screamed. Evra stirred in his sleep and almost woke up, but groaned and slipped back into his coma-like sleep.

"Be quiet!" Larten hissed.

I dropped my voice, "I thought you said vampires and vampaneze were sterile."

"We are. That is what the miracle was. We think that it was that situation that got him pregnant." Larten's voice was soft again, "It was the day that the child was due, and the child killed him at birth."

"He died in childbirth?"

"Yes." Larten's voice was barely above a whisper, "And, I just do not want you hurt."

"You did hurt me." I said, "I felt like you didn't want me, like you didn't care."

Larten's eyes filled with shock, then made room for anger, "Did not want you!?"

He gripped my arm and pulled me into him.

"Of course I want you, you stupid boy!" he growled.

"But-" I started. He cut me off, pressing his lips firmly to mine. I stiffened in shock, and then deepened the kiss, slipping my arms around his neck. His arms twined around my waist. He was kissing me. I was kissing him. I was finally kissing Larten Crepsley, my love.

We finally broke apart, gasping for breath. Our foreheads touched and we stood there, holding each other.

"Darren," he gasped, "Come stay with me tonight. We can tell Evra in the morning, if you wish."

I smiled, "Okay." I think Evra should know. He'll be curious if he doesn't find out.

He swept his arms underneath me and picked me up bridal-style. I giggled giddily as he bent down to kiss me again. And then, we were flitting. We made it to his van in a matter of seconds. He miraculously opened the door without taking his arms away from me.

I saw no more, for I was exhausted and giddy from the kisses, and fell asleep right there, my head resting on his chest, his arms around me.

For the first time in four months, I finally fell asleep without the dreams. It was a fine sleep. I was asleep in the arms of my love, and I wasn't about to move any time soon.

Well, what did you think? Now that's happy! Don't worry, it isn't over yet. I'm still a-writing! I will be taking a break due to the fact that I'll be writing a 50,000 word novel for National Novel Writing Month (aka NaNoWriMo.) Sorry if I don't update soon! That's why!