Disclaimer: I don't own Darren Shan saga, but I do own lots of other stuff, such as:

My bed

My plotline

Me!

Sorry, I just felt like doing a different disclaimer : )

Trees. Lots and lots of trees. Some had been blown over in the massive storm a few weeks ago, but there were still enough to cast eerie shadows in the streetlamps light.

As she walked home, she was blissfully unaware of the fact that she was being followed and thinking of her new book which she would read when she got home. Well, not quite blissfully.

She could feel something, some sixth sense telling her to get ready. For what she didn't quite know, but she knew it was something bad. She shook the feeling off, thinking it was probably just a warning about lacrosse tomorrow.

As she was thinking this, (and not concentrating on what was going on around her) about five vampaneze surrounded her. She looked up and saw a purple face leering at her.

"Excuse me please" she said quite calmly, completely throwing the vampaneze off guard.

"B-but I'm purple!"

"What's your point? Will you please move!"

One of the other vampaneze had come to his senses, and swiftly gassed her.

"W-what! I can't brea…"

As she sunk to the floor one of the vampaneze picked her up. As she started twitching, and muttering under her breathe, he dropped her again. (Out of shock). They flitted with her one their backs, but as she was constantly moving around, it was VERY difficult.

They finally got her to their lord, who, after months of planning and spying, finally had his prize. He put her to bed to sleep of the gas, and returned about half an hour later. On the bed was a note, but no girl. He opened the note which said:

Dear Steve,

(Yes I know your name, the vampaneze wouldn't shut up about you) what the hell do you think you were doing?

A: I don't appreciate being kidnapped against my will

B: the room you put me was disgusting! It smelt and you really need a spring clear-out. I left the window open to try and get rid of some of the smell.

C: I hate people spying on me against my will, so does that mean I hate you?

p.s. when picking vampaneze to capture people, try picking less thick ones.

Bye-bye

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Steve let out a cry, and ordered two vampaneze to tidy up his room.

AN: Hope you like it! it's just a one-shot, and I'll get back to my old story pretty quick, but not today : ( (I have to come off the computer) bye bye

Sheeprock

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