AN: due to bad weather, we postponed our ski vacation for a day, so i got some time to crank out one more chappie! but this really is the last one until thursday.

xXVampireXx: OMG REALLY? its like an insider joke between me and 2 of my friends! we were making a movie and we had to make sure my camera worked, so i turned it on and said the first thing that came into my head: GO DIE IN A HOLE! my friends thought it was friggin hilarious, so we adde special effects and put in on youtube. :P LMAFO i downloaded that song, and yes it is so perfect! im gonna find a way to incorporate it into the story later...Vampire Mounatin Idol, perhaps? xoxo

DdimOndFi: glad you're enjoying! yeppers im definitley gonna write LOTS more :) xoxo

AnyaTheRhymer: :O don't be in a coma! how can you send me lovely reviews if you're in a coma? lol :P xoxo

now onto the story...

Day three began with Darren running through the hall banging on his friend's doors, disguising his voice and yelling "FREE ROOM SERVICE!" because after yesterday's skiing experience, he doubted they'd open the doors if they knew it was him. Unfortunately, they could see right through it.

In Kurda and Mika's room, Mika was already awake, surfing the internet on his laptop and ignoring Darren.

"Mikaaaaaaaaa! What's room service?" Damn. Kurda had woken up.

"It's food, but that's not room service, that's just Darren being himself."

"I want real room service"

Mika picked up the cordless phone and chucked it at Kurda's head.

Outside, Darren wa tired of being ignored, so he bodychecked a door in frustration. It cracked in two. But unfortunately, the people behind the door were complete strangers, staring at Darren in shock.

"Hehe...Room service?" Darren sqeaked. Then he ran for his life.

Mr. Crepsley and Seba were just waking up, when their doorknob and lock were ripped off, the door flew open, and Darren raced in and slid under the bed, mumbling something that sounded like "THEY'RE COMING TO GET ME!" He poked his head out and stated, "They'll never take me alive!"

"Of course they will not, Darren" said Mr. Crepsley rather boredly. "Now how do you get Room Service?"

"Oh, that's easy. Here, gimme the phone."

Ten minuites later, each were sipping Cinnasplash Coffee straight from the Chalet. Unfortunatley, Room Service was not going quite as well in the room across the hall...

Kurda was completely baffled by the phone. At first, he didn't like the way the screen was eerily glowing. Eventually he worked up the courage to press a few buttons. Enjoying the sound it made, he pushed several more. And several more. Suddenly, a voice at the other end said something in Chinese.

"I'd like some Room Service, please." Kurda said confidently.

The voice at the other end said something indecipherable.

"Wanna talk to my best friend Mika?"

The voice gabbled in Chinese again.

"Is that a no? Mika's soooo funny! He always pretends to hate me. Hello? HE HUNG UP!" Kurda sounded betrayed and depressed beyond reason. The he whined, "Mika, you order room service."

Mika expertly punched a few numbers, then said "BLT. Extra B, easy on the L. And hold the T. Actually, hold the L too. Just gimme lots and lots of B. And an extra large chocolate milk. And throw in a steak. Make it snappy."

"You didn't order anything for me?" Kurda moaned.

"I'm sorry, but I doubt this hotel makes baby food."

Kurda whimpered and flung a pillow at Mika, who took no notice.

After a Room Service breakfast, the gang congregated outside and strapped on their skis for round two. They made it on the four-person-per-chair lift with minimal difficulties. When they arrived at the top, they prepared to go down the green dot hill, but then Harkat spied a cute forest path nearby.

"Lets try...that one."

It looked fairly easy, so they made their way over. At first it was easy going, much easier then the green dot hill. They were even getting more confident on their skis. Mr. Crepsley was going faster than everyone, and was soon in the lead. Then, he darted around the corner and out of view. There was a shrill, terrified scream. As the others turned the corner, they saw why: The cute, flat little forest path suddenly steepened into an almost vertical, mogul-infested, icy double-black-diamond, experts-only monster. And 8 inexperienced Vampires had just been launched right into it. No escape. No turn-offs. To steep to snowplow, let alone stop. And it was 6 kilometres until flat ground.

Darren regretted installing the damn computer as he whizzed over some moguls, catching huge air. Seba, who was not yet good at steering, got himself launched 10 feet into the air after zooming up an enormous jump. Miraculously he landed without wiping out. Nearby, Mika was effortlessly and sexily riding every jump he could get at. Mr. Crepsley attempted to turn, but succeeding only in turning himself backwards. At about 80 mph. Harkat was crouched in a little ball, shooting down the center of the hill in a dead straight line. Arrow was racing Mika. Paris was covering his eyes and screaming. Darren realised that he was speeding straight towards a 20 foot high jump, with a sheer drop on the far side. He cleared the top and felt himself lift off into orbit. He closed his eyes and waited for the end. He heard a smacking sound of skis hitting snow and he heard himself scream. He felt a pain in his knees. Pain? You have to be alive to feel pain, right? He opened his eyes. He was alive! But now was no time to be thankful; a patch of moguls were looming in front of him. He cleared one, two, three, four, five, and he landed. Still alive! Suddenly the monster hill was welcoming. He soared over jump after jump, losing fear. Mr. Crepsley accompanied him over some of them. Mika was by his side constantly, trying to be faster, to jump higher. Harkat hit the smaller moguls, but got huge air. Darren, Mika, Arrow, and Mr. Crepsley worked the half-pipe, with Harkat, Seba, Paris, and Kurda whizzing down on either side. Then they cleared the half-pipe, and the hill steepend into a near-vertical line. It was over. They wouldn't survive this one, it was damn near convex! He was going down, not going to make it, yelling his good-byes to the others-

And it was over. The ground was flat again. He was lying on it, facedown in the snow. He looked up in time to see Mika crash inches away from him, followed closely by Arrow, Mr. Crepsley, Harkat, Paris, and even Kurda. Every single one had survived the hill without a single wipe out.

"Is anyone alive?" Darren groaned.

"My stomach is back at that first turn." grumbled Mr. Crepsley.

Everyone else was in shock, staring at the sky. Or the ground. Or whosever's coat their face was smashed into.

There was a gasp of horror from Kurda. "I think...I lost...my hairbrush." He looked like he'd seen a ghost, he was that terrified.

And everybody laughed. Not a giggle, or a chucke, a hard, unrestrained, from-the-gut, shake-your-whole-body kind of laugh. And they were still laughing as Resort Personnell shouted at them to "untangle themselves and get the hell out of the way!"

They'd had enough skiing for the day, but they each knew deep down that tomorrow they wouldn't be so reluctant.

And Darren didn't regret bringing the Computer to Vampire Mounatin.

too short! lame action sequence! lame ending! dont kill me! the ending part was supposed to be the gang kinda coming together and beginning to enjoy their vacation for the first time. meh...

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