There was definitely a lack of Felix this week, but also it was quiet. Too quiet. It made Demetri suspicious. There was definitely a lack of twins around, which meant less screaming, madness and bugs, so nobody was complaining, but Demetri did wonder what was going on. He was also bored. He had nobody to beat in stuff because Felix wasn't around, and he was also out of magazines, and he forgot to pack his Ferrari. Summer was boring. The Ukrainian house was boring. Everything was so boring. On his 112th circuit of the house in an effort to find something to do, he saw a flick of long wavy brown hair going around the corner with a purple patterned dress, white socks, black shoes and that doll with the creepy eyes which still spooked him after who knows how long. It was Jane of course, and Demetri decided to follow her. She went past the garage and down the stairs to the basement. He heard a door slam and peered through the peephole. Ah, he should have known. It was that ridiculous movie about the wizard kid with the glasses who went off to wizard boarding school with his wizard friends and had a wizard time. Demetri hated this movie, and as usual, if Demetri hated it, Jane and Alec loved it. Typical. Only this time they recruited Santiago to their little fan group. Demetri felt like smashing his head against something, because sure enough, as soon as they had watched it another who-knows-how-many times the quoting would begin. Being a vampire, Demetri knew the entire film inside out, upside down, back to front and only had to watch it once, and that was one too many. Harry Potter quotes drove him stir-fry-crazy, because sure enough the twins would slip them into any conversation for the next two weeks to a month, depending on when they got bored of it.

He then made the very un-wise decision to wait until their guard was down or when they left the room and smash the DVD player. That ought to teach them a lesson. So he waited.

TWO DAYS LATER

Finally, they emerged from the basement, and Demetri dived behind a bush, and conveniently landed in a pile of tree sap. Once they had completely gone, Demetri ran for it, aiming to leap straight down the stairs, but accidentally tripping on the top, he tumbled down before landing in a crouch position. Sure enough, as soon as he stood up, Alec was there at the doorframe looking at him, with his head cocked to one side.

"What?" asked Demetri. But the boy didn't answered and continued staring. Demetri straightened the carpet. The doorway was blocked. Cautious that Alec could spring onto him before he even realised it, he took one step but was interrupted mid step towards the DVD player with a loud bellow of "TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!!!" And sure enough Santiago and Jane came running. Demetri whacked his forehead with his palm. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.

He was thrown out of the room of course from a drop kick by Santiago.

"Mental that one." He heard the Spanish vampire mutter, "What time is it?"

"Nine and three-quarters." Replied Jane promptly. Demetri walked away. He may as well jump off a cliff for fun. At least it wouldn't kill him or bite him or throw him out of a DVD marathon that he didn't even want to go to in the first place.

Back in the basement, while Santiago looked for the remote to continue the DVD, Alec counted his DVDs. "36," he counted, "but last year, last year I had 37!"

As Demetri walked away that stopped him in his tracks. If there was one thing about Harry Potter that really bugged him it was that Dursely kid. Jane could have sworn she saw smoke pouring out of Demetri's ears as he grabbed the spare PSP that he knew Santiago kept hidden under the basement door mat. He blasted through the door splintering the wood, which kept happening a lot lately. He chucked it right through the screen, which exploded in sparks, hissing and smoke.

"Found the remote! Wait...Oi!" yelled a stunned Santiago, which sounded odd in his Spanish accent. The twins just stood there with their mouths open in shock. Jane looked like she was about to cry, and Alec looked about to commit bloody murder.

Demetri just stood their puffing like he had run a marathon, which looked ridiculous because vampires don't puff. But he didn't need to think twice before making a run for it just as Jane sprung. Needless to say, he kept running for a very, very long time.

I'm not sure about this chapter....I'll think about it. If somebody tell's me it's terrible or take it down or something I will. I wrote it in possibly the world's most tiredest state (I have missed out on what feels like 2 weeks of sleep) and studying for a biology test. I hope it's okay, please let me know. If it's not good, then tell me and I'll fix it up or something. Thank you for reading, it's what actually spurs me on to write and you are one of my personal heroes if you have gotten this far : D