So i know this idea has been done like millions of times, but not yet in this fandom as far as Im aware. If anyone was hoping it would stay that way, then obviously thats their problem and no ones forcing them to read this. Kay? So if you dont like it, we can take it outside. I think people will either love or hate this fic.
I plan on updating weekly, chapters wont be long, consisting mostly of copy/pasted song lyrics. The real fun is at the end, where the readers VOTE to decide who will be come Vampire Mountain Idol!
As you will notice, the three Princes are kinda playing the respective parts of the three original American Idol judges (Simon, Paula, and Randy) If youve never seen the show, chances are you dont live in North America, bt you can still enjoy and vote ;)
I dont know how many chapters there will be, i think at least 10. Each character gets one chapter, one song, one chance to impress the readers.
Just so youre forwarned, I dont own ANY of the songs that will be featured.
First chapter isnt very long, exciting or good, just setting up for the action.
And i think thats all, enjoy!
One morning within the depths of Vampire Mountain, young Darren Shan was awoken by the sound of approximately 7 large creatures of the night banging on his bedroom door screaming his name. To fix the situation, he used a method which is not reccomended when living with such creatures: he pulled the blankets over his head and proceeded to ignore them. This resulted in the knocking down of his door, followed by said creatures piling on his bed.
"Darren Shan, I assume you have a most excellent explanation for this." said Larten peevishly.
"Why didn't...you tell me...you planned...something else?" Harkat said with great incredulosity.
"Dude, a friggen disco ball? In the Hall of Princes? Seriously?" Arrow glared.
"I did not appreciate the laminated blue sparkling abomination I found attached to my coffin with that terrifying adhesive magic you call tape!" Seba wailed.
"Yeah. What he said." Mika added. "Only it was taped to my FACE!"
"That's why you don't sleep in your throne like a nerd..." Paris muttered. He got severely punched.
"I can't waaaaaiiiiittttttt!" Kurda squealed. This went unnoticed.
"For what?" Darren gasped when he shoved his friends off his bed and was able to breathe normally again.
"For that." Mika glared, pointing at a laminated blue sparkly paper taped to Darren's door (which now lay on the floor.)
Darren picked up the offending paper and read it:
VAMPIRE MOUNTAIN IDOL
TIME: TONIGHT!
LOCATION: RIGHT HERE IN YOUR VERY OWN HALL OF PRINCES
PRIZE: N/A
JUDGES: MIKA VER LETH. ARROW. PARIS SKYLE.
HOST: TO BE ANNOUNCED
"A re-creation of that disgustingly overrated American show? In our ancient and respected Mountain? Darren, how could you." Larten snapped.
"Don't worry about it, just cancel up the blue sparkly crap and forget about it." Mika suggested. "And it WON'T happen again."
"It wasn't me!" the boy Vampire moaned. "Come on, even I wouldn't-"
"Wait...what is...that?" Harkat pointed to some very small text at the bottom of the paper...
a Mr. Tiny production. no copyright infringement intended. all rights reserved.
"Mr. Tiny?" squeaked Darren nervously. "Just kill us all now..."
"Know what this means, bro?" Arrow mumbled unhappily.
"We're gonna have to sit in those stupid chairs and drink coke." Mika groaned, making it sound like a dishonourable death sentence.
'AT...LEAST...YOU...DONT...HAVE...TO...SING...FOR...MR TINY!" Harkat yelled as best he could.
"Ummm....Mr. Tiny...Ohhh he's that little dude with cute little watch? Prada had something like that in their new winter collection. Sooo darling."
"They had Mr. Tiny in their winter collection?" Darren asked, momentarily distracted.
"No, buttnut, he means the watch." Arrow snorted.
"HEY. What did I say about name-calling?" Paris scolded.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" Darren wailed. "We have a massive problem on our hands!"
Harkat didn't hear him, he was hyperventilating, sounding like he was in labour.
Neither did Larten, he was muttering to himself and rubbing his head.
Kurda was bookin his iPod, singing random bits of random songs in an unhealthily high pitched tone.
Mika was staring at the ceiling looking totally desolated.
Seba was digging in his ear muttering about what an abomination this situation was.
Paris walked out of the room.
Arrow was banging his head against the wall.
Darren went to go retrieve his taped collection of American Idol episodes.
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*Roxxy,