Dear Reader, I'm sorry it's taken this long to get another part of our story up. Danny was fighting Max and I have school and stuff going on. Always Disney owns Danny, Max, Cedric, Paul and any other people from that movie (rolls eyes). Anyway I hope you enjoy this next part of the story.

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The theater was completely dark except for single light bulb hovering in mid air. Damn we missed Samantha's trick. Quietly, Cedric began to tape the show with another camera. Danny and I tried to slip into our seats, but someone grabbed our arms and pulled us out into the hall before we could protest. My feet dragged, but the large hand wrapped around my wrist pulled tighter.

"What the heck is going on?" I asked, leaning closer to my captor.

"You're late, Serena," Paul replied firmly.

"So," Danny and I said both confused and angry.

"According to the rules, you can't watch the performances if you're late," Paul explained.

"What about Cedric?" I asked.

"We need all the camera people we can get. He stays," Paul said firmly.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine."

Danny didn't say anything and turned away and began to walk down the corridor. I stared after him and then turned back to Paul, but he had already left. Blowing my bangs out of my eyes, I decided to find Danny. He hadn't gone far and I caught up to him with ease. He glanced over, but didn't say anything, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Soon our footsteps fell into a rhythm with each other as we walked along the corridors and down flights of stairs. It took me a few moments to realize that he was leading us right back to the vault.

Biting my lip, I asked, "So, why are we going back here?"

He shrugged. "I need to check something."

I nodded and we continued walking in silence. It was broke by a loud ring from my back pocket.

Withdrawing the strange cell phone, I had never had one before it was my Moms', I answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, Honey, how are you doing?" Dad answered.

A large smile spread over my lips, I hadn't heard from him days. However, my smile quickly faded from the questionable look that Danny was giving me. Quickly, I turned away and continued the conversation quietly. From behind, I heard Danny walk down the corridor and around the corner; his footsteps fading away into the distance.

"Honey, can you hear me?" Dad asked.

"Wh…oh yeah, Dad, how are things going?" I asked, returning my attention to him.

My dad went on to explain the progress he and Julie had made, but I only half listened, my foot tapping impatiently and feeling beyond embarrassed as people past me. Finally, I hung up and continued on my way to that secret vault.

"Where is it?" I asked myself, turning yet another corner.

I leaned against the wall and sighed deeply; nothing was working out today. The silent corridor whispered around me as a small wind blew past; goose bumps crawled down my arms and neck. I stood frozen to the spot, but the wind pressure seemed to increase causing my foot to inch forward. Instantly, the breeze calmed as if satisfied from my obedience. I glanced around the hallway, but no windows lined any of the walls; everyone else was back at the stage.

I stood there for a few seconds, but the wind blew around me again. Biting my lip, I felt a hand press itself against my shoulder, almost guiding me forward. As my feet carried me further down the hall, my hand fall over my heart as it began to beat wildly. The wind had subsided again while I followed its directions. For a few minutes, the wind and I played a game of hot and cold as I walked down flights of stairs, turned corners and simply stood still as people passed me within the narrow passages.

My mind barely registered where I was going….or rather being led. With only thing I released was that the wind was directly me towards the vault and to Danny. Instantly, I reached into my pocket for some source pf light, but nothing was there. My breath caught in my throat, I hated the dark; that cold, uneasy feeling that occupied the darkness terrified me. Even I walked, I felt fresh shivers curl down my spine, but my feet seemed possessed to keep moving in one direction, forward. Suddenly, the hand pressed against my shoulder disappeared as if nothing was there.

In a panic, I started crying out for help, but my throat had contracted so that my voice was barely even a squeak. In an effort to control my fear, I forced my feet forward until in the distance I caught a glimpse of light flickering against the wall. I ran towards it; my right hand skimming along the cold steel wall for balance. The closer I went, the fear seemed to melt away only to be replaced by confusion.

The vault was closed when I reached it; I guessed Danny had decided against going if the vault was his destination to begin with. The candles flicked across the vault casting a golden glow around it. I leaned against the opposite wall, I sighed deeply. How could I have been so stupid and I didn't even know the correct turns to force the library to come into view. Suddenly, a loud thud and squeak echoed through the small room as the vault was pushed open from the other side.

"Danny?" I called in.

No one answered.

"Danny, is that you?"

Still no one answer, except the harsh squeak of the rustled oil. Blood drained from my face, sweet dripping from my fingertips as they dug into the rough cemented wall; my broken nails lined with the tiniest layer of blood. My throat felt raw even as every fiber of my body told me to scream; something held me back. Sudden silence fall around me as the door stopped opening.

Gulping, I called out again, "Danny, is that you?"

Once again no one answered. I inched along the wall and tried to escape, but the idea of the pitch black terrified me even more. Slowly, I turned around and timidly made my way to towards the vault. My hand reached out and fell open the ice cold metal of the vault, my pulse quickening with every moment.

I climbed through and paused as the old library came into view; my fingertips at the every end of the entrance. My lips pressed together as I weighed the possible options of getting inside without hurting myself. From the corner of my eye, I saw a wooden ledge sticking out just closer enough for my hand to reach. I grabbed it, but my body went forward and I flipped over onto my back.

"Ow…ok that hurt," I muttered, rubbing my back of my head.

I sat up and looked around; everything was almost exactly how Danny, Cedric and I had left it earlier, except all the books had been replaced onto the sleeves… except one.

Dusting myself off, I walked over to the table and began to examine the book. The pages were yellowed parchment with ruffled edges. A curled, educated script covered the pages; yet through age the sharp print was fading away. Carefully, I began to flip through the pages trying in vain to understand the information. I don't remember how much time passed, my mind lost in the words of the author or the instructor of the book. Flipping another page, I released it was completely blank except for little "to do" notes scattered across the parchment. Suddenly, the familiar wind blew past my ear.

"Serena….." a low, male voice whispered.

My head snapped up confusion racing through my mind.

"Hello….anyone there? Danny is that…." I trailed off and shook my head. I knew Danny's voice and that voice hadn't belonged to him.

Shifting back into a comfortable position in the chair, I turned my attention back to the book. My breath caught in my throat as my body went numb and my heart beating in my eardrums. The word was there, but I could barely read them, but fear paralyzed me. Through all the faded writing in fresh, bold, and now familiar script was my name in the center of the parchment. My fingertips reached out and brushed against it, but the writing never faded. Instantly, my fingers drew back as though it had touched fire.

I felt my breathing gradually increase as I reached out again; my palm flat and hard as it made contact with the parchment. It was firm and solid as the other pages of the manuscript had been with my name scripted in the same hand. I took a deep shaky breath as my fingers traced the familiar, yet now seemed strange writing of my name. As my eyes squinted in the dim light, I felt someone watching me. I spun around, but like every time before no one was there. Turning back around, I saw a new message underneath my name.

Danger….beware.

I slammed the book shut; fear pulsing through my body as I leapt up from the chair. Once More that firm hand tried to grab my shoulder, but I shrugged it off and dashed over towards the transporting piece that Cedric had used. Quickly, I turned it and felt myself falling through darkness before crashing down onto the marble floor of the library; my body rolling into the hard table leg. I felt my heart thump against my chest gradually return to normal; my head throbbing from the second impact. I froze as the sound of a chair scrapped the floor as it was pushed away and footsteps heading towards me. Even with my eyes closed, I felt a second presence hovering over me.

"You ok, Serena? What happened?" Danny asked, his hand slowly moving down mine in search of any injures.

"Danny, what are you doing here?" I asked, shock and anger slipping from my tone; my eyes inching open to see his face.

He didn't seem concerned about my question, but something flashed through his eyes. Concern, fear, or possibly confusion, I couldn't be certain of which or if all three played a role. He didn't say anything, but continued to silently look me over.

"I'm fine," I said impatiently after a while. He ignored me and continued to work occasionally muttering something to himself.

"What is it?" I asked, pulling away from him. My fear from earlier had completely vanished and was replaced with uncertainly.

"Can you stand?" he asked, ignoring my question.

I rolled my eyes and stood up quickly, to quickly; my feet gaze way from beneath me as the throbbing in my head came flooding back. Danny caught me, but almost fell over himself at the weight.

"Okay, lets get you looked it."

"Why? I'm fine, just my head is killing me," I explained.

He wrapped my arm around his shoulder and helped me walk back towards the door.

I pulled away and said, "Look, I'm fine really."

"Sorry for trying to help," he retorted in frustration.

"I didn't ask fro your help, Danny."

"I just thought I would help you, Serena," he said, spinning in front of me.

I sighed and looked away from him and nodded. "I know, I'm sorry."

"I am too. Sorry my parents are both doctors, so I know all that medical stuff," he admitted.

I turned towards him; there was something in his voice, a hint of not telling the whole truth. Unable to be certain, I shrugged and began the theater. At the door, I paused and turned back; a question parched on the tip of my tongue, but he was already lost in the different manuscripts again. I shuddered as I thought back to that one book, but anyone else would think I was crazy….maybe I was. Without another word to him, I quietly slipped out of the library.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter of our story. ok I know people will be disappointed about Danny not doing his trick, but fully later chapters will make up for this, people will figure out about Danny, soon. Please review and let us know what you think. Thanks oh and I'm not going to update again until I get AT LEAST 3 Reviews for this chap. So PLEASE review, even if it's just constructed Critisuim. PLEASE!!!!!!!