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Okay guys, I must apologize for the IMMENSELY LONG WAIT! As a reward for waiting I give you this chapter! Also my age is 14! I was 13 when I posted this story so both are right guesses! And SHAME to those who looked at my profile! (I'm looking at you, witty kitty01!)

When I awoke next I knew I wasn't in the hotel anymore. First of all, I was outside, and second I was moving.

At first I thought I was still dreaming. I mean, if you awoke outside and moving you would too, right? But after a minute I realized I was on Mr. Crepsleys back and we were flitting. Trees and fields zoomed past us at an alarming rate and cold air blew in my face and ruffled my hair.

Mr. Crepsley, sensing that I had woken up, turned his head to look at me but before he said anything, I passed out again.

Waking up this time (It felt like I was doing more waking then sleeping) I wasn't moving and it was dark. I was leaned against a tree with my legs stretched out in front of me on the ground, my back pressed against the bark of the tree and my head resting on something soft.

Looking around I saw a small fire that Mr. Crepsley must have set up while I was sleeping. I scanned the area, but didn't see him anywhere. He must be hunting for food, or searching for more wood. I put my hands flat on the ground and, hoping this wouldn't cause too much pain, lifted my self up. The sudden movement sent flair of pain up my side and I grunted. After a minute it had passed and I walked toward the fire.

It couldn't have been that cold outside, but I found myself warming myself against the fire.

I heard a faint rustling and whipped my head around so fast you could've thought I was part owl. But it was only Mr. Crepsley, returning with a pile of wood.

He must've been surprised to see me awake, because as soon as he saw me he dropped all the wood and rushed to where I was.

"Darren!" he exclaimed kneeling down beside me. His hands clamped firmly, but gently down on my shoulders. He got out some stale bread and gave me some. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I was chewing on the last bite. I washed it all down with some water. I was really thirsty.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned, pocketing away the rest for later.

"I feel like I've been run over by a tuck" I said honestly. My voice was small and sounded weak.

"You should lie down, we do not know what is wrong with you. But we will soon find out" he stated matter of fact-ly.

"What? Where are we going?" I was confused.

"We're going back to the Cirque du Freak. I have been tracking Hibernious's mental signal for two days (which is how log you were out, by the way). You probably did not know this but Madam Truska is an expert in healing the supernatural. She will find out what is wrong with you." He finished.

"We can't!" I shouted "We'll waist too much time! We should continue searching for the vampaneze lord!"

"Darren, I will not go on searching until we find out what is wrong with you, then fix it." The way he said the last sentence made it clear he wanted to hear no more on the subject.

Giving up, knowing that Mr. C always got his way I asked,

"Well, how long till we arrive?"

"About three days, if the weather remains cloudy"

I nodded.

"We will rest for a bit longer then continue on our way," he said, then lied down on the ground and went to sleep. I followed his example and soon was out like a light.

The two days of rest I had when I was unconscious must have really helped me, because I was feeling much better when I woke up. Mr. Crepsley was packing up camp just about ready to leave, it seemed he was waiting for me to wake up.

I got up, stretching away the grogginess that came with sleep, and proceeded to help Mr. Crepsley pack up.

"Good Morning, feeling any better, Darren?" he asked, still worried.

"I feel great!" I said exuberantly "Maybe what happened to me earlier was just a fluke, we might not even need to see Truska" I finished lamely, knowing trying to get Mr. Crepsley to change his mind when he was determined otherwise was almost impossible.

Don't get me wrong; I would love to go back to the Cirque. Seeing my old friends again, especially Evra, would be positively wonderful. But we really couldn't afford to waste time on such pleasures.

"No, Darren. Why must you always be so stubborn? We need to go. Even if I must tie you up and drag you there. And you know I will if I must" he declared, grabbing the rope we had out of his bag, completely serious.

"Fine, you win, I give up!" I sighed dramatically, throwing my hands up in the air for emphasis.

To my complete surprise, Mr. Crepsley chuckled. Quietly though, you almost had to have my super hearing to hear it, but he chuckled. With all the drama these past few days, it's nice to know Mr. Crepsley still has a sense of humor.

I grinned in spite of myself.

That last line sounds familiar doesn't it? Hmmmmm? "Night Before Christmas" anyone?? Murloughs a sssmart boy. Hmmmm?
Okay, so all seems to be going well with Darren. BUT SADLY IT WILL NOT LAST! Is anyone really sad that it will not last? I'm not....

In the next chapter THE VAMPANEZE ATTACK!! What will happen? NO ONE KNOWS!!! Except me, of course ;^)

And Just to be fun heres a riddle! Those with the right answer will get a smily face next to their name on the next chapter!! (all smilies will be different)

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt
It lies behind stars and under hills
And empty holes it fills
It comes first and follows after This Riddle is also from a famous book, can you guess what??
Ends life, kills laughter