The next week was a little uneventful. She made a few trips for 'blood-bags' for the ever-whining guest additions to the hotel, they damn well treated Eris like a maid. Crowley decided he had a heart beneath all the gay and assisted Eris in cleaning up after 'dinner'…Eris couldn't go 3 seconds without gagging at the mutilation of the poor Homeless Man who had wandered into her alley in a town not an hour from the hotel while cleaning the intestines off of the table tops and unravelling them off the fans attached to the ceiling light…to tell the truth Crowley really enjoyed himself.

Among her little list of 'chores' she had to feed Zephyr; make sure that no humans drifted through the Hotel, ready to tell of the little ranch, left alive and do a general clean up-on top of assembling a new coffin for this 'new house guest'.

"So who'd you reckon this new house guest is?" Eris quizzed Murlough as he sipped some scarlet liquid from his favourite goblet-like glass from his favourite arm chair in his 'study' next to the kitchen. Eris lazed on the couch in front of him, skimming through the pages of 'Nightingale Hall', she had had the question circling her brain for the past 7 days and now it had started to drive her up the wall.

Murlough sipped some more blood and then smiled, "From what the fat man has told me in our brief conversations, where Murlough is treated like a little person from time to time, the house guest is to be no less than the moronic imbecile who challenged that arachnid friend of yours...but, that man rambles on so much about his love for destiny so much Murlough gets confused, and maybe it is this Darren? I don't know, Eris."

"Ooooh, the attractive one?" Eris smiled at Murlough over book and he grinned back and mimicked Crowley, "I'm already here!" He coughed to regain his usual voice, "The one known as Steve? I do believe, he is involved in some colossus joint prophecy."

"And Tiny's leaving him here? Why? He's just a weak, little human-what prophecy could he possibly be part of?" Eris quizzed absentmindedly.

"Eris, huuuni?"

"Yeeees?" Eris turned to see Crowley flit into the doorway of Murlough's study holding a paper with a few smears of blood on the front page. Eris raised an eyebrow, "What happened?"

"Newspaper boy, he got a little lost and I…found him. What a lunch that was-but that's not the point! You mentioned Tiny was interested in a young man by the name of 'Daarren'?" His Southern drawl was most amusing even when he was serious. Eris nodded in reply.

"Well, look-y here!" He unfolded the paper to reveal the blood stained obituaries.

The question of why Crowley read the obituaries section of the news paper rose in the back of Eris's mind but she decided it was best not to ask and took the paper from him. "Darren Shan…yaddah yaddah…dead…yaddah yaddah…will be missed…" Eris read the little section of the newspaper devoted to the 16 year old and then looked at Crowley and Murlough. "This can only mean that whatever Destiny Tiny has planned…has been put into play. First that Steve is put into hospital, now this. Bad things can only happen from here on, if you ask me."

"Oddly, I agree, Tiny's destinies a'ways boil da'own to the bad stuff that goes on in the worl'." Crowley twanged and then left the room in a flit taking the paper out of Eris's hands as he did so.

New House Guest…?