HI!! PinkPigeonTowa here again. This is my new fanfic that I wrote when I was ill so I'm sorry if it's not that good. Anyway, please read and review and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Darren Shan or any of the other character that may appear in this fanfic. I only own the plot. MY PLOT!! HA HA HA (Sorry, had a mad moment there. They're quite common.)

Dark, damp tunnels. A huge, pitch black maze. The sound of water was coming from somewhere. 'Or is that the sound of my blood leaving my body?'

Why were they down there? Why had the vampanezes hurt Darren so badly, but not killed him? Why did they want him alive? And why were they chasing him now? Was it some sort of trick? Was Darren in act leading the vampaneze to the vampires so they could kill them?

Darren didn't know and, at this point in time, he didn't care. The pain he was feeling was unbelievable. They had beaten Darren so badly that he felt he would die any second. Blood streamed down his front, back, legs and arms. All he could hear was his loud uneven breathing. His heart beating as fast as light itself and, in the distance, the sound o hundreds of feet following him.

Darren burst out o the tunnels and tripped on a loose stone on the floor. He fell and the dust and dirt from the ground made the open wounds all over Darren's body hurt even more. He scrambled to his feet and continued down the corridor, towards the Hall of Prince. He knew that all o the Vampire Princes would be in there, but would they believe him?

The doors came into sight and Darren stretched out his hands to push them open. His hand contacted the wood of the door and they opened. Darren fell to the floor again. He sat, facing the open door while shuffling as far back as he could. The sound o feet grew louder, as did Darren's heart beet. He could eel every vampire's eyes upon him and a voice spoke from behind him, but he couldn't hear what it said.

The sound of feet grew louder and louder. Darren knew they were badly out numbered. The pain in his back became too much to bare. He blacked out. Everything went dark and all sound failed and died.

There was a knock at Darren's door and he woke with a start. Had it all been a dream? He was safe inside his room at Vampire Mountain and that would be Mr Crepsley coming to tell him off because he had over slept. Darren stood up and immediately sat back down again. There was a sharp pain down his back and chest and all along his arms and legs. He looked at his arms and found that they were covered in scars where he had been beaten. 'But that was just a dream,' he thought to himself, beginning to worry, 'It couldn't have really happened, could it?'

Pain and panic flooded his tired, beaten body and his eyes fell to the door. Who was really knocking?

Well I hope you all enjoyed it. Please, please, PLEASE read and review and look out for chapter two.