Hey again! I know it's been a while but I had this idea and wanted to share it:) This story takes place during my favourtie book (Trials of Death) and is my take on what could have happened during the fighting that went on between Arra and Glada. It is really late at night and I'm very sleep deprived so I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

I don't own Darren Shan or any of the characters sadly.

I trudged along the side of the cavern with my head down, trying to get away from the bloodbath. I heard a cry of pain and the body of a vampaneze fell before me. Not wanting to see his lifeless eyes I looked up and noticed a gap in the wall, leading to a small cave. Carefully walking around the corpse, I stood by the entrance. It was only occupied by two people - Arra Sails and Glada. They were in mid-battle. Glada swung his knives with venomous eyes and a nasty snarl placed on his lips, while Arra looked focused - like when she had fought me on the bars - but the look in her eyes and the two headed axe she was sporting made her more terrifying than anything I had ever witnessed.
"Is this what you vampires are doing now? Sending woman to fight for them?" Glada mocked.
"Woman are all your kind are fit to face!" Arra growled menacingly. Neither had saw me and I thought of leaving, when Glada suddenly sliced Arras stomach open and watched with amused eyes as she fell to the ground with a yell of pain.

Before I knew what I was doing, I ran towards them and collided with Gladas side. He went down and dropped his knives. I climbed on top of him, grabbed the nearest knife and aimed for his heart, however, his left hand shot up and wrapped tightly around my wrist. He squeezed once, I heard a click and gasped as a shot of pain rushed over me. I gave Glada an advantage by dropping the knife and focusing on my now throbbing arm. He pushed me to the floor and rested one foot on my neck.
"I've got you now boy", Glada sneered, and it was true. Arra was helplessly holding her stomach wound, propped up on one elbow, cringing in pain. The other vampires couldn't see us and if they could, probably couldn't do anything because they were so wrapped up in their own battles. I was on my own in a fight that I had no chance of winning. I was stupid to ever think I could help Arra, we would probably both die at the hands of this vampaneze. Glada applied more pressure to my neck and I found it hard to breathe. I looked up and into his eyes. If I was going to die I was going to do so like a true vampire, not cowering away but glaring at my killer until my very last breath. I thought it would make Mr Crepsley proud.

Just as I thought it was the end, and the world was turning black, Glada stumbled backwards, hissing in pain. I immediately sat up, gasping for air and coughing. I looked around to see Arras axe next to Glada with blood on it. He was holding his leg and leaning against the wall. Arra must have somehow mustered the strength to throw her axe at him, an I thank all the gods that she did. I stood up on wobbly legs and picked up the knife. Wasting no time for Glada to become aware of my advance, I lunged forward.

My knife met Glada's stomach as I pushed him up against the wall. He looked more shocked than hurt and quickly regained his awareness by swatting me back with a quick back hand to the head. I stumbled but still kept ahold of my knife. Looking down, Glada noticed the slight hole near his hip and put his hand to it - trying to stop the blood flow I presume. He looked at me with a sudden fire in his eyes that made me want to shrink away into the shadows.

I was starting to really panic. Arra was still bleeding out, I could barely concentrate from the pain in my (probably broken) wrist and recently stamped on neck and I had a very pissed vampaneze to fight off. I was running out of time. And luck.

While contemplating the situation Galda promptly ran toward me with furious strides and lifted me up by my brown, shaggy hair. I held back a yelp and fought off the urge to drop the knife and lift my one good hand to help my head. Suddenly an idea surged through my brain as I saw my opportunity to strike. Not even thinking of my distraught over killing less than 20 minutes ago, I pulled my knife back and quickly slashed at Gladas neck. His grip on my hair slackened and I fell to the floor with a thump.

I bet him.

I killed him.

The fight was over.

I wish.

You see, Glada had saw an opportunity to. He was a much older, more experienced warrior so obviously he had saw some way to hurt me. He'd probably figured it out while he was running towards me in his blind rage. His dark, vampaneze brain concocting the perfect plan to kill the half-vampire child that caused them all this bother. It made perfect sense.

When I had pulled back my blade so had he. When I had connected with my target so had he. When I had sliced through my enemies flesh with intentions to kill so had he.

I now had a knife sticking out of my chest.

A/N: Dun dun duuunn! Cliffhanger;) Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter - as short as it may be - and will stay tuned for the next chapters:) Please review and stuff. I'm open to constructive criticism. Until next time.

- Raejay x