This is slash fanfiction. It will eventually become Darren/Larten. Deal with it. You don't like yaoi, then leave. It will be changed to a M rating later on.

Oh and another thing, I am a major CDF fangirl. I own all the books and read all of them at least 3 times, no lie. So I realize that Darren gets the purge in the seventh book, after being called on my Mr. Tiny. But in order to help this fanfic, I have made him get in the time between the sixth and seventh book-when he is still in Vampire Mountain.

Don't critize my spelling errors because as far as I know, it does not have spellcheck.

The diary entries are of course, in Darren's view

Well Ok, then. On with the story.

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Dear Diary,

Have I changed that much? I realize the purge caused me to change physically; I've grown taller, re-grown my hair, and my features have becomed more defined. But has it made that much of an impact on the others? For example, as I walk through the many halls of Vampire Mountain these days, I recieve winks, stares, and ocasionally a grab on my behind. I really don't think as myself as handsome, but then again, I never thought rugged vampires would grab my ass. It makes me really uncomfortable. Even those who I have known before I had become a Prince have been treating me differently. Especially Mr. Crepsley. I find that every time I look at him, he diverts from my gaze even though he wasn't looking at me in the first place. As if he could feel my stares. I understand as a Prince, I have many responsibilities that are more important then my social life, but I really miss having a casual conversation that wasn't about the War with my sire.

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A couple days later. . .

Dear Diary,

I have accepted that I have changed physically because of the purge, but now I discover that I have also changed mentally. The purge has let me reach new heights in puperty. Really confusing points. Just the other day, as I washed myself beneath the cold waters of the waterfall, I felt slightly embarassed being in the nude in front of the other vampires that were there. A feeling I never had before. I shower every day (I refuse to stink as much as half the vampires in the mountain), yet that day. . . it felt weird. I think all their stares are getting to me. There's nothing to worry about, right?

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A week later. . .

Dear Diary,

Charna's guts! Forget what I said in my last entry! Everything is NOT alright! It started in the beginning of the week when I went to the Hall of Sports. I was just goin to visit Vanez and maybe watch a couple of the games. After a short chat with Vanez, I stayed to watch a couple of young vampires battle it out on the bars. It was just like any other match I have watched, that is. . .until one of the men took off his shirt. He must of been recently blooded for his skin was barely battle scarred. As the match progressed, they began to sweat. And their sweat glistened against their fit bodies. My eyes would not-could not- leave that man's chest. I soon felt myself blushing and excused myself before anyone could see. I don't know why I was staring and blushing the way I was. I'm not gay. I've become hard just looking at pictures of naked women that Steve showed me when we were young. I can't be gay. Maybe all this is just an effect of the purge. I hope. . .

I close my diary and put it under the blankets of my hammock. I soon climb in and lay ontop of those blankets, laying down to think all this over. Then. . .

a knock at the door.