I've got a lot of homework to do but meh. I'm pretty sure you know how it goes yourselves; Procrastination is ridiculous, a little like Margret Thatcher's political policies (There's only so much shit you can read about British political structures when researching for a capitalism essay. Anyway! Rebel_Spong and I wrote this together for a friend online who loves a little bit of Arra. She'll know who she is, and we hope she's keeping well!

Prologue:

Darren huffed tiredly as he slumped to the floor of a way station, a burning blizzard smashing up the Mountainside, taking no prisoners in its wake. Despite their constant bickering, he, Gavner and Larten found themselves huddled together in the furthest corner of a very shallow cave just to keep their teeth from chattering.

"Gods, I miss my coffin," Larten almost whined, catching Darren by surprise. This was the first time Larten had spoken about missing home and the luxuries it had to offer.

"We would be eating warm sausage stew right about now," Darren mumbled, huddled between Gavner and Larten's embrace, "With extra mashed tatties."

"And gravy," Larten added under his shuddering breath, "Lots and lots of gravy. And a fresh warm glass of blood to wash it all down," he mumbled, "and absolutely no Master Shan to annoy me."

"Hey!" Darren scoffed, Gavner laughing a throaty gasp. Pouting, Darren growled and closed his eyes as his cheeks flushed red.

"It'll be worth it, Larten. In a matter of days you'll be balls deep in Arra's warm coffin," Gavner teased, laughing once more when Larten kicked him hard.

"Gavner!" Larten gasped, kicking him once more, Darren looking at both men as they tried to wrestle with him stuck in the middle.

"Who's Arra?" he questioned, punching Gavner when he missed Larten and walloped Darren in the shin.

"No one that concerns you," Larten hissed at his assistant. This instantly sparked Darren's attention as he looked to Gavner for an explanation.

"She's the only vampire Larten's ever been with," Gavner informed, "Well, I still have my thoughts about all that time you and Vancha spent wondering the worl-"

The fist which smashed Gavner's cheek made Darren gasp, especially when Gavner grabbed Larten's shoulders and pulled him on top of himself, the pair rolling around on the floor and wrestling.

Darren could do nothing but sit back and stare on in amazement.

Was this what vampire mountain was going to be like? The closer they got to the mountain, the more loose and free Larten seemed to become. Gavner was pulling him out of his hard shell that was for sure. They were like overgrown children, fighting each other and demanding the other apologised, Larten's head trapped in Gavner's vice grip, stopping him from breathing and causing his face to turn various shades of reds, purples and blues. Gavner, however, had Larten's heel pushing his nuts on the floor and it would be only a matter of time before Gav had to forfeit to save his crotch.

"You guys are ridiculous!" Darren huffed, shaking his head as he stood and did the only thing which was natural to his vampire blood; leapt into the scuffle and joined their wrestling match before instantly regretting it when he ended up with a faceful of Gavner's arse.

More to come, hopefully tonight if I get my head around Margaret Thatcher's policies :(

Preston :)

-And Rebel!