Okay this story takes place just after the 12th book, well, while Darren and Steve are fighting. So ya... And also sorry if it is a bit short.

Vancha's POV:

As we lay there, Gannen unconscious on the ground and I leaning on a tree for support as I heal from the wound I had gotten. I should not be here, I should be helping Darren kill Steve, I am one of the three hunters therefore I should help kill him. I should be there to hear his screams as he cries for mercy. The great Vancha March, healing a stupid old wound as Darren is forced to Steve. What a hero.

Then I gazed at my brothers peaceful expression while he slept, it reminded me of the night I left the vampneze and left a note in Gannen's room and I looked at his face to see his peaceful face, the last time I would see his face in 130 years, wow how time flys. As I was thought about that I couldn't help but reflect on how my life came to this point, where did it all go wrong, or all go right?

Gannen's POV:

Stupid R.V. Always getting in the way, no look where I am, asleep on the floor when Steve needs me, Damn it! Then I started to drift off into the realm of dreams, more like the realm of memories.

I remember my youth quiet vividly, I have an amazing memory, well had. My memory skills faded with that one incident. But I am getting ahead my self. I first looked back on where it all started...

1676 the plague, or as it is more commonly know, the black plague is spreading across Spain. My family was not rich nor pour, middle class is what best decried us. Living in our small cramped house was hard, but the plague only made it worse. It was Mother, Father, Valentine, Me, and Vancha whom at the time was only 3 years old. I was more than double his age at 8 and our lovely sister Valentine was 12 soon to be betrothed and bare children. We also lived with another family the Cruz's. It was Mrs and Mr Cruz and there 4 children, Roi who was the eldest at 7, Elizabeta whom was 5, and the terrible twins as I called them, Pinto and Zedo, for a couple of 4 year olds they we quite the bunch. They would always break things and cause chaos, they especially loved to bug Vancha though. The plague was only in the very north of Spain and we were on the other side of the country deep in the south. We thought we were find, but we were totally wrong.

1681, July 17th the plague finally hits home. Father has caught it along with Mrs and Mr Cruz. Mother says we must leave them, they will be in a better place soon mother says. Me and Valentine are the only ones whom seem to know what she means.

1681, August 9th after waiting to see if anyone gets better Mother and Zedo catch the plague. Mother then orders Valentine, Me, Roi, Elizabeta, and Pinto to leave and run from the plagues before it clams us. So when night falls we leave. Now looking back on it I kind of feel sorry for Valentine, having only a few years left of child hood only to be forced to be come the mother to 4 children.

1681, August 16th we make it to a village, but we can not stay, the plague had hit here already. We have talked with some others about how it it caught, what is it and what to do. A few of the people in the village approach us asking Valentine to take care of them, to guide then to safety as their parent are passing away. We take 5 more children on our journey, but not free of cost, for each child had been given all the money which their parents had to go on the trip, to start a family of their own, to let all the memories of the horrid plague slip away. We decide to head west, to Portugal. It is said that they have not caught the plague and have no intentions to, the have a 'back up plan'. So we venture forth, all ten of us. Valentine, Me, Elizabeta, Pinto, Seban, Beno, Nono, Liza, Vancha and Carmina.

But what awaited us was horrible, if I knew what was to happen I would have stayed in that village and died.

Hey, um this is my first Saga of Darren Shan related fanfic, so tell me what you think. If you like it or not and thanks for reading.