In The Black; Part two.

By: x - - unwrittenMELODY

SO, I have been getting requests to make this a two shot. So because you guys were wanting it so badly, here you go.
Plus, I've had this in mind for a while, just never knew how to type it up.

Takes place in the 9th book and it kinda follows the storyline until I add my twist in it.

Darren's POV.

I need to write the next chapter for 'Backtracked' so, enjoy !
Rated M for: lanuage and sexual things. HAH.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story. Oh, but CDF would be SO MUCH different if I owned it. Yum!

Enjoy!

It lasted for hours with the same prodding questions and my wrists ultimately bruised from the slow struggle of me trying to break free. I sighed for the hundredth time and closed my eyes, keeping my tone even as they continued to interrogate me.

It was the same response every time:

"I didn't kill anyone. I'm not your enemy. You have the wrong person."

I could tell the officer's were annoyed with my continuous responses, but I'd keep by my word until someone would leave me alone. I was exhausted and hurt, my pride bruised and my heart aching. Flashbacks of what happened only a mere few hours ago would flee through my mind and I would wince at the thoughts; amusing that the human officers assumed I was going to crack, even though I was close to it.

'I don't want to love you...'

I bit my lip and sighed when asked the same question that I had been tended to for hours now. I replied with the same and noticed that Morgan was still staring at me with the same expression, blinking every four seconds.

I barley flinched but twisted my attention to fists pounding on the table and my head whipped up. I heard another one of my interrogating officers, Con, menacingly address me. I was sure of it he would hit me, but he didn't even when I had prepared myself.

"Leave me alone..." I whispered, gaze lowering and tried to fight back the frequent images of Steve that flashed in my mind.

"Where are-"

I bit back tears as there were shouts and mingled screams and in seconds the corridor outside was flooded with police and staff. Suddenly, there was a yell:

"It's a breakout!"

My gaze shifted to Con who had shook answers out of the woman and listened intensely as he addressed Dave.

"Which one?" Dave had yelled, jumping up and I furrowed my brows.

"Steve Leonard!"

My heart stopped and everything around me froze as I stared with wide eyes, mouth slowly opening widely. Steve... he was here? Why the hell would he be...

"-he took stock of the situation, then murdered a guard and two nurses."

My head sunk to the table, my forehead pressing against the table as I tried to focus. My thoughts were jumbled and so scrambled my head began to hurt. Steve... it was him. Him, him, him.

After that, everything was a blur and soon I was alone with Morgan. Still only blinking every four seconds, which was still slightly unnerving. Soon, surprisingly he turned the tape recorder off and spoke to me. It was a plan, one that I wasn't too entirely sure of but he was helping me break out. I didn't trust him, but for some reason I felt like I had to and my gut always kicked my ass in situations like these.

"I'm going to attack you in a minute..." he began and I stared as he gave me the rundown; I'll say again, for the record, I did not trust this man but I needed to get out of here and get to Steve.

Soon his hands were grasping my throat and I stared at him, bewildered. Eventually my thoughts caught up with my actions and I shoved him away. He went at me again and I pushed his head down, held it between my knees, raised my arms and hit him hard over the back of his head. He was down in a second and I was so shocked I ran over to him.

What I saw shocked me: the rough 'V' of the vampets tattooed into his skin.

"Y-You're...!"

"Yes... you better get moving before the cavalry arrives," he warned me and I finished off by kicking him in the side of the head.

I prepared myself to get free when I noticed the commotion had died down outside and began to panic. I had to get out and now! I turned to look at the ceiling when an unlocking sound came from the bars of the cell. I froze, caught and counted my odds against whoever was there and in my cuffs I would be rendered useless. Especially if the person had a weapon. I turned around and gasped, my heart racing and my eyes bulging out of my skull.

"God... pant... dammit... pant... fucking useless... pant... cops..."

"You... You..." I began and his dark eyes rested on me and he finally stood up straight, looking down at me.

"Took time to find your cell, you know. Tedious, it was," he said, a smirk on his face and his hair pulled back from his face, making him look younger then he really was.

"Why the hell are you here?" I snarled, on the defense on the outside just as much as I was doing to guard my heart.

"Oh, not glad to see me, Darren? I'm so hurt," Steve fake sobbed and I wanted to rip out his throat at the malicious laugh that followed it.

"You put me in here you cowardly son of a b-"

"Cowardly? Your in a rough place right now, Darren. Sassing should be the last thing you should be doing," he hissed and moved in close to me and I took a step back as a reflex.

He paused when he saw Morgan's body on the ground and it shifted from him, to me and back.

"Is he dead?"

"Unconscious," I said and continued to glare him down and he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Is that so?" he quipped and smirked again, looking at me and then slowly back to Morgan's body.

He then swiftly kicked him in the head, harder then I had done.

"DON'T KILL HIM!" I cried something telling me I should attempt to help the guy who tried to break me free from here.

"Oh shut the hell up. I should be killing you, vampire," he snapped and I frowned, my eyes narrowing into thin slits.

"You're really all talk, aren't you? You threatened to kill me, and you don't do it. You then deliberately lead me on, which I foolishly fell for a second time and you get me imprisoned.

"And now you want to try and get me riled up again? Your a piece of fucking work," I said and he easily pushed me into the wall, a dagger pressed into the base of my throat.

"Do you know how beautiful it would be if I slit your throat?" he whispered to me and stared me hard in the eyes, them flashing.

"Your ruby red blood flooding the floor in a glorious pool around my feet? How I would dine on your blood and not even bat an eyelash as your body lies on the ground?" he mumbled, his smile growing into one so wicked, I had to withhold a shudder.

He was completely insane.

"Your..."

"I wonder how hot your blood would be," he moaned and his lips were to the base of my throat and I could feel his heart pulsing through his lips.

I could feel the blood coursing through his veins as his other hand had me pinned against the wall and I held back my own urges to moan. The thought of him taking me undeniably turned me on, no matter how hard I wanted to admit it.

No matter how crazy he was and no matter how much I was supposed to hate him.

"Break the chains."

I paused and my eyes moved from his neck and to his own eyes which were showing an emotion I could no longer read.

"Pardon?"

"Break. The. CHAINS," he growled lowly and he grabbed me through my clothes, causing my body to arch into him.

"Why should I listen to you?" I panted and he took a step back from me and slowly and pressed the blade deeper to my throat.

"Fucking. Do it."

I watched him closely and focused on using my strength to break the chains. I screamed in pain as I pulled my wrists apart violently, almost dislocating my lower arms. I bent over, eyes screwed shut in pain and was pressed back into the wall.

"Your a fucking-"

"Your always talking. Shut up," he hissed and I used my free hand to try and wrench the dagger from my neck.

I underestimated myself and weakly got a hold of it, my body still weak from the pulling free of the handcuffs. He grabbed me by the throat and pulled my body up, using his foot to break the chains around my ankles. I grabbed at his hands, gasping for air and my foot connected with his face which caused him to drop me momentarily.

I stumbled up, arms still sore and planned the time it would take me to break through the roof. It was my only escape, even though I had almost no idea what the roofing was made of. I was grabbed by my hair seconds later and tossed across the room into the brick wall. I winced in pain as it ran along my arms and back and looked up. Steve walked over to me calmly but with fire in his eyes and my eyes quickly shifted to the dagger near Morgan's head on the ground.

I hurried over to it and grabbed it and swiftly stabbed it into Steve's arm and he roared in pain, grabbing my head and smashed it against his. I fell to the ground, my vision blurring and a sharp pain in my head. I shakily looked up to him and saw him pull the dagger from his arm with a loud and pitiful grunt. I gasped as I tried to stand up and only made it to my knees and my head was jerked up and my eyes caught onto Steve's. His face had darkened and a tight, firm line was pressed onto his lips.

"You ingrate. I come and see you and you take it for granted," he hissed, and kneed me in the face and I cried out in pain.

I could feel my lip bust open and pain ran along my face and I whined, feeling tears claw at the corner of my eyes.

"Where did your heart go?"

The time seemed to slow as I whispered the question and his hand released from my hair and I trembled, looking back up to him. He took several steps back from me and his eyes were blank, free of emotion.

"I could hate you, Steve. I could hate you, and that be it. I can't hate you, because I know you still love me. You still love me, and I can see it," I pressed, sucking on my lip as it was still furiously bleeding.

"I don't l-" he began but began to choke on his words and I gripped onto the table and slowly hoisted myself up.

"It's forbidden, I know. Vampaneze and Vampires are waging war and we're apart of it. Were tangled in this web with no escape. Only, I have... had an escape," I whispered, my throat sore and my body bruised.

I stumbled and Steve caught me, and my head landed on his chest. I went to look up at him but he pressed my head to his chest and held me tightly, as if letting me go would be the worst case scenario.

"We can't escape fate, Destiny. I want to run away from it, to get away from it. If this was another world, another life I would leave it all and..." his voice faded and he hoisted me up and laid me on the table.

I slowly sat up and he grabbed one of my wrists and tried to pin me back down. I winced at the pain and looked into his eyes which weren't looking at mine.

"We..."

"Darren, it's not like how it was years ago. It's now, and it's all we have," he said and leaned in and hesitated, his face close to mine.

I leaned in and kissed him deeply which he returned and he pulled me closer to him, and my eyes fluttered shut. I don't know what I felt then, but the need was so great I knew that loving him was my mistake. I wanted so much in so little time, it was unnerving. He wanted it now, and he wanted to stay put, and I would give him it.

He ran his hands along my back and I felt myself arch into his touches as he broke the kiss, lips pressed to the base of my throat. I could feel his hand snake to my neck and I shuddered as his nails cut into my neck and his mouth soon covered the wound. I could feel pulses of pleasure course though me and reach every part of me, exciting me and a low moan released from me. The feeling was erotic and it was so much that I was clawing at his back, moaning louder now as he sucked from the wound. My legs wrapped around his waist and he slowly ground his hips with mine and I arched as much as I could into him.

"Steve!" I gasped and soon he pulled away, his tongue dragging along the wound and I could feel myself slipping into ecstasy.

He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me again, with need and desire and I was not afraid if this was even real. It was here, and now and I was to embrace it. I slipped his jacket off and ran my finger's along the fabric of his shirt, feeling his hands slip from my waist to cup my behind. I went to slide it up and feel his chest but he navigated my hands down to his pants and I unfastened them as he worked on slipping mine off. I was fumbling, my mind clouded with pleasure and I gasped when he grabbed me.

"Ah..."

I whimpered and laid down, completely nude and exposed to whatever he wanted to do to me. He leaned over me and ran his fingers along my skin, causing goosebumps to lift wherever his finger's roamed. I closed my eyes slowly as I looked to him and he spread my legs apart, eyes trained on me as they had been the entire time. I could feel my eyes slide shut as he slid slowly into me and soon he picked up rhythm.

I cried out in pleasure as he thrust in and out of me and I finally was able to open my eyes when I saw that Steve's was clenched tightly shut. He had traces of tears on his cheeks and my eyes widened and I reached out for him. He opened his eyes slowly and bit his lip, looking away from me to to the wall.

"Steve..."

"We can't be together, Darren," he said softly and I moaned lowly as he continued his ministrations and tried to focus.

"We could, Steve. We-"

"Our destinies are intertwined in the worst way. I can't have you, your not mine," he whispered and leaned me up and buried his face in my neck.

I began to tremble, so lost and confused as he spoke in untold riddles.

"I hate you so much," he whispered and hit my prostate and I screamed in pleasure and felt jolts of the sensations run through me.

"I love you..." I said softly, tears running down my cheeks as I suddenly came and he grunted, fists gripping at the edges of the table as I kissed him deeply.

He pulled out of me slowly and I was panting, eyes barley open as I looked into his eyes. He looked away and took a slow and shaky breath:

"Hate me. If there is anything in this world I could ask of you, it is to hate me. Break out of here, and I will find you. What happened between us can never happen again," he murmured and I grabbed onto him, trying to make him look at me.

"I could never..."

"Do it for me. I hate you," he said and kissed me deeply before dressing quickly, leaving me confused and my head in a whirl wind.

"Steve... please..." I said and he looked back at me, eyes filled with a strong emotion of hatred and my heart stopped.

"I will kill you and the vampaneze will rule," he began and then turned his back on me and continued, "or you will slay me and the vampires win. It's destiny, and fate."

"I'll always miss you. Goodbye until the end," he said and then escaped the cell and I was left alone (with a passed out Morgan) again.

I dressed quickly, eyes flooding over as all the thoughts ran through my mind. I was in the black, again. His statement on the vampaneze and the vampires hadn't sparked a jaded thought in my mind about how he was their Lord. When I look back now, I realized the reason we had to hate each other. I realized that, unmistakably, what I had built would nonetheless be destroyed.

So as I thought back to his biting words I took his heeding and looked up to the roof and sighed softly.

"Goodbye until the end, Steve," I whispered and used my fists to test the tiles, which were of plaster, and broke through them.

Then, I hoisted myself up and made way into the rafters ahead with a heavy heart and clear mind.

Dawww.

That was kinda bittersweet, but I still had to follow the storyline in some way. So, hope you enjoyed this two-shot.
c8 thank you for reading!