Just as promised, here is another addition to Vampire Kisses VI!

Sorry for the confusion in the previous chapter. The dancing was just a way for Hope to get sick, for her body to get overworked and thus vulnerable to disease. It was also meant to be something Hope could do while touring, rather than just sitting around doing nothing. So, if you still have some confusion, let me know! Oh, and the dancing won't have any effect in the story other than that one chapter.

Without further adieu, here is chapter ten!

One Day Later

Hope had stayed asleep for hours. It had been merely noon when Spencer had returned, and it had been nearly 15 hours of Hope passing in and out of consciousness. Spencer was worried sick, Jon kept pushing to get them to admit Hope to a hospital, Brendon was trying to stay calm, to be of any help, and Ryan was just thinking.

Hope couldn't remember any of it, just being in an endless slumber with strange dreams…

"She needs to go, Ry," Spencer murmured, clutching Hope's tiny hand in his.

"No, she doesn't. She keeps waking up now and then, and plus when she is up we can make her at least take a sip of water. Plus we can all tell her fever's gone down," he replied, his voice full of reason.

Spencer stared longingly at Hope, willing her to wake up. Not being able to take it anymore, he got up and walked to the other side of the room. Ryan made a move to get up, to go see why he suddenly left Hope's side, but Jon shook his head slightly, telling the petite boy to stay. Instead, Ryan just sighed heavily, not knowing what to do. He knew to not send Hope to the hospital, but that didn't mean he wasn't scared for her, that every second she spent asleep on the bed, only her chest moving with every breath didn't terrify him. He just knew he had to control it, for Spencer. At least for Spence.

"Look," he said. "We need to call her parents, tell them she's sick, that we don't know what to do. We're just kids for crying out loud! How are we supposed to know what to give Hope, what to do for a fever, for a cough, for anything? They have a right to know."

Jon looked up blatantly at Spencer and said in a bored tone, like they had gone over this a hundred times. "How, Spencer? You're idea, it's great and all, but do you think if we knew a way to fix this that we'd hide it from her, from each other? We have no way to contact her parents, and your wishful thinking isn't going to change anything."

Brendon got up from his spot behind Ryan's chair, and squished himself next to the tiny boy. Looking at Ryan, he grabbed his hand, before turning to Spencer and saying quietly, "I think I might have a solution to the one thing you're missing."

The world seemed to be still then. The birds seemed to stop chirping, everyone stopped moving, everyone in the room stopped breathing, for only a second.

Spencer got up and ran over to Brendon. Grabbing onto his shirt collar, he shouted out to him, "You what?! You might be able to save her? And you just sat here all these days, all the fucking miserable days for her and watched her wallow in misery? You bastard!"

Ryan got up and shoved Spencer away from Brendon. He might have been a tiny boy, but he didn't let anyone beat up his friends. "Spencer…"

Brendon had fallen to the ground, and was picking himself up. "I said I might. Would it really have been a good idea to get her hopes up for nothing? What if I don't have it? Would it be a good idea to tell her, then only have her hopes killed? Think, Spencer, dammit!" He stormed off to the opposite side of the room. Jon could see how dangerous this was getting, how something was needed to be done now, before it got any worse.

"Guys," he began. "You all promised that a girl wouldn't get between us and the band. Well look at us now. Spencer's lashing out a Brendon, Ryan's flipping at Spencer, Brendon's ready to just walk out, all for a girl.

"We're going to settle this like friends, not like animals. We are not going to start fighting each other because some girl got between us."

Spencer was silent, though the fire was gone from his eyes. "She's not just 'some girl'. She's a girl that has no family, nowhere to go. What are we supposed to say?"

Jon snapped at Spencer, "You're supposed to kick her out if she gets between us, if she makes the tension go up. I don't give a shit about whether she has any god damn family or not, I don't give a crap about whether she has somewhere to go after this. We are not her house. And I swear to go Spencer if it gets like this again I'm going to tell her to leave."

Spencer was shooting daggers at Jon, but didn't dare say or do anything else.

Ryan had walked over to Brendon during their argument, and the two were currently enveloped in each other's arms, comforting each other.

They stayed like that, frozen in time, for countless minutes, no one daring to move or say anything, lest they disturb the fragile peace.

Finally, Spencer was the one that dared speak. Taking a deep breath, he took a few steps toward the happy couple and said, "Brendon, I'm…I'm sorry I acted like that… It's just… you don't know how badly this has killed me, seeing her the way she was. And when you said that you might have a way to contact her parents, I just snapped."

Brendon walked over to Spencer, a small smile on his face. They both hugged, and Brendon said, "I forgive you, man"

After a second Brendon returned to Ryan, and they just wrapped their hands around each other's wastes. It was Jon's turn next to apologize.

"Spence, I meant the words I said, but I didn't mean for them to be so brutal, so harsh. But if Hope does start something like that again, I swear to god I'll ask her to leave."

Spencer nodded, refusing to get angry at his friends words. They did come from truth, which was why he didn't dispute it.

Again there was a silence in the room, before Brendon took out his cell phone and started messing around with all the buttons. All you could hear was the faint beep as Brendon did whatever he was doing.

"Oh my god…" He said suddenly, his fingers frozen over the keys. Ryan looked over his shoulder, and moved the phone so he could see it, before muttering a string of profanities in his shock.

Spencer ran over to them and took the phone out of Brendon's hands. On the screen were two names with a single number attached.

Elizabeth & Magnus Martins

1-498-387-1000

"Oh my god…" Spencer said, his voice filled with aw. He looked up to Jon and said to him, "It's their number; Hope's parents. We've got their number!"

Quickly rushing over to the table, Spencer grabbed the hotel pen and wrote the number down on a piece of stationary (provided by the hotel, complete with its address and number).

Jon came over and looked at the number. "You don't say…" He said, almost disbelieving. "But will it work?"

The room fell completely silent as all of them looked at each other, not wanting to face the truth.

Ryan knew that it might not work, probably wouldn't, especially if they wanted Hope out of their lives, for her own safety. And telling Hope…He thought of how Hope might feel, if she ever found out this piece of information. He thought of how he would have reacted, what he would have done, what he would have said. I'm sorry, he would say to his father, if there ever were a number to reach those who were already dead. I didn't mean to disappoint you, and I feel guilty for this choice every second of every day.

Hope would probably say something similar. They both had a lot in common; both lost their parents, both had no way of contacting any family; both were dead to any family member who was alive, all for one mistake. Yes, Ryan concluded. We do indeed have a lot in common.

Spencer looked at Ryan, who must have figured out the same thing as Ryan. Spencer knew that it was a giant risk; that it could end horribly with Hope broken again into pieces. But it was a risk they had to take.

So how was that? I want there to be a lot of tension in the room, thus sparking the fight between the four of the guys.

This was one of the parts that I lost when I lost a good part of the manuscript. I personally love the original of this, and it really got across what I want to. This one is...decent, and I don't know how to get it perfect. Either way though, it's not getting better...

So, I hope you review it! Thanks a bunch for reading,

Lizza