Story with long title… Do I even have to type it out?

            ~ Mage Kitty, the wanna be author…

A/N:  7 days.  Wow.  A very short time!  I must be getting better at this!...  I highly doubt it, considering that it is not 7 days now…  I'm not going to even count…

Disclaimer:  I highly doubt you don't know what goes here.  Use your most brilliant mind to figure it out.

scarletswitchblade:  Oops.  I forgot you last chapter, sorry.  For the pink limo thing, I'll use the same excuse I use for everything dealing with Fairies.  They're Fairies, who the hell knows what stuff they have?  Lol…  It's the best reason I can come up with ^^  I don't like Lili.  Lili must die.  Yes, she kissed Trouble.  Die Lili die.  Trouble is thick, and that's what I meant!  Ah well, typical guy…  At least the ones I know…  Ooo!  Nice nickname for Lili!  Could I use it?  Can't tell you what is wrong with Cedar…  Ruin the already bad plot ^^  Ah yes, I like long reviews, though!  They are fun!!  Not that I ever give them…  I can't ever find enough to say…

becca8:  You sound soooo excited ^^ lol ^^

radioactive d'arvit:  Parazonium is Latin for Dagger.  I'm terribly creative.

Radioactive Bubblegum:  (Review number 1)A person would have to be very stupid to not realize how impatient you are…  And even I'm not that stupid ^^  (Review numero 2) No, obviously it got you no where, considering you reviewed again later.  How long did you last for???  (Review number 3) Terribly creative review.  *rolls eyes*

lutefaYou know, I hate cliffies too.  But they're terribly fun to write and laugh at people complain.

fictionfanLet me clarify that.  I draw them on people, sometimes.  Crimson-dragoness draws them even more than me ^^  Yes, your email, er, dilemma (?) is odd…

Dragoness Fighter:  Yes, having nightshade would be fun ^^  And being evil is twice as fun.  I updated in 7 days, is that fast enough?  At least, I'm typing this 7 days after I updated…  now an unknown number…

Tonduil the Elf:  Nah, Lili's too much of a ditz to realise that she's actually in trouble.

*~*~*~*~* Chapter 10:  Pink rooms are a terrible eyesore *~*~*~*~*

            Night panted as she ran down the road, crap, I am so wasting my energy.  Holly will beat me for sure!  I knew I should have tried harder in gym!  Crap, crap, crap, crap!

            Night rounded a corner and the Frond manor was revealed in all of its glory.  Unfortunately, Night had no time for sight seeing, so she just ran up to the iron gate.  Dude, what are they trying to do?  Keep Sorcerer's out?  Iron blocks our magick!  Not that I have any…  Night scrambled over the gate and landed with a thud on the other side.  She picked herself up and ran full tilt to the manor.  Now, where would Lili's room be??

            "Miss, what are you doing here?" a gnome, obviously a gardener by the clothes, asked.

            "I'm a friend of Lili's from school.  Could you tell me where her rooms are?" Night simpered.

            "Right over there, miss," the gardener said.

            Damn she's rich.  A gardener! Night thought as she ran over to the rooms.  Looking around, Night saw a door leading directly to Lili's bedroom.  She opened the unlocked door and stepped into the room.

            "Night?  What are you doing here?" Trouble, the last person Night expected to find, stared at her.  Night stared back.

            "Trouble, it's not safe, go back home!" Night urgently swished him towards the door.

            "Holly, you too?  What are you…" Night knocked Trouble aside as Holly barged in, the Dagger clenched tightly.

            "Holly…  Oh crap!" Night said.

            "Uh, Holly?  Why are you're eyes red?" Trouble asked stupidly.

            "She's possessed, you nitwit!" Night snarled.

            "What?"

            "Come on Holly.  Let's just get you home," Night said soothingly.

            "Holly's not going anywhere," A deep, haunting, mocking voice said from Holly's mouth, "She's going to get rid of Lili first, isn't that right, Holly?"

            "Night?  Trouble?  What's going -" Holly asked, her eyes no longer red.

            "That's all thou can say, deary," Holly's eyes were red again.

            "Parazonium, let my friend go!" Night said.

            "And who's going to stop me?  A magickless elf?" Parazonium asked.

            "If that's what it takes, yes," Night said boldly.

            "Um, could anyone fill me in here?" Trouble asked.

            "Trouble, what's going on?  Who are you talking to?" Lili walked into her bedroom, "What are you two doing here?"

            "I'm going to kill thou, darling," Parazonium said.

            "I'm going to save you, bitch," Night said at the same time.

            "Is this some kind of joke?  It's not funny!" Lili walked over to stand by Trouble.

            "Get away from him, Frond," Parazonium said.

            "I think you should do what it said," Night said.

            "It?"

            "What, do you really think that's Holly?" Night said scathingly.

            "Well, she is very weird…"

            "You're such a ditz."

            "Well, I suppose there art a change of plans.  Instead of just killing Lili, I think I shall kill off thou as well," Parazonium nodded at Night and Trouble.

            "I think you're underestimating Holly," Night said.

            "Art thou kidding?  She is but a young, green elf.  Holly Short stands no change, even with thou on her side," Parazonium cackled.

            "Not the green again!" Trouble moaned.

            "Shut thy mouth!" Parazonium barked.

            "Shut thy own!"

            "Shut up, both of thou, grrr, you," Night snapped.

            "I think I shall start with thou, Night Shade," Parazonium turned it's red eyes on Night.

            "Try it," Night smirked.  Parazonium started stalking forward, "Er, Holls?  Th- You don't wanna hurt me, right?  Holls?"

            "Thy friend shall not help thou," Parazonium said.

            "Er, Holly?  A little help here!" Night jumped back as Parazonium swung the Dagger at her.

            "Call all thou wants.  Holly shall never hear.  She's just a stupid, young elf," Parazonium cackled.

            "Holly!" Night ducked.

            "I'M NOT A STUPID, YOUNG ELF!" Holly yelled, and flung the Dagger away from her, for the second time that day.

            "Whoo!  Go Holly!" Night cheered.

            "Yay me!" Holly said, then fainted.  Trouble moved forward and caught her as she fell.

            "Great.  Now what are we going to do with – DON'T TOUCH IT!" Night yelled at the resident ditz.

            "Like, why not?" Lili asked.

            "Just don't touch it," Night sighed, then looked around the room.  She immediately wished she hadn't.  Pink was the theme of the room.  Pink walls, pink floors, pink ceilings.  Pink bed, pink desk, pink dresser covered in pink cosmetics.  If Night cared to look, she would have discovered that nearly all of Lili's clothes were pink, "Good Frond!  It's all pink!"

            "I like the colour pink," Lili chirped.

            "I would have never guessed," Night muttered, "Trouble, as soon as I figure out what to do with the Dagger, you're coming with me and taking Holly home."

            "Uh, sure…  Could anybody tell me what's going on?" Trouble asked.

            "Later," Night then did the stupidest thing she ever did in her life.  She picked up the Dagger.  Shuddering, Night removed a dagger of a similar shape and size from her hooker boots, and she put the Dagger into her dagger's case, "Come on, Trouble."

            Trouble picked up Holly and cradled her in his arms.

            "Trouble, where are you going?" Lili asked.

            "Where ever Night's going," Trouble said.

            "But-" Lili started.

            "I'll see you later, Lili," Trouble said, then followed an impatient Night out of the door.

            "Did you find Miss Frond?" The gardener asked, peering snoopily at Holly hanging limply in Trouble's arms.

            "Yes, yes.  Thank you for your assistance.  We really must be going," Night said impatiently and swept away.  Trouble jogged a bit to catch up.  They walked through Lili's yard over to the gate.  This time, Night unlocked the gate and walked through.  As soon as she passed through the threshold, she sighed and looked a little less jumpy.

            "Uh, where are we going?" Trouble asked.

            "Holly's house is closer," Night lied, "We're going there."

            "Uh, sure," Trouble shifted Holly's weight.  The elves walked through the deserted streets with a feeling that they were being watched.

            "So, what were you doing at Lili's manor?" Night asked for conversation's sake.

            "Uh, she invited me over," Trouble said, thanking his luck that it was dark out.

            "Yeah, and she was wearing a bathrobe because?" Night asked.

            "I have no idea," Trouble said.

            "Oh, come on!  I wasn't born yesterday!" Night rolled her eyes.

            "You have a sick mind."

            "You're telling me?  Don't stall, what was going on just before I entered, Trouble?" Night asked.

            "Um, it was all her…" Trouble said.

            "Oh, come on!  You're a guy!  Don't give me that bullshit," Night said.

            "No, really!" Trouble protested.

            "Sure, Trouble, sure," Night said, then left it at that.  Trouble sighed in relief.  It's never fun to be questioned by one of your best girl friends about what you were doing with a girl that she hates.

            "Here we are, Holly's house," Night said cheerfully and ran up the pathway.  Trouble panted to keep up.  Holly may be small, but it does begin to wear on you after carrying her for a few blocks, "D'Arvit, the door's locked."

            "Ring the bell then," Trouble said.

            "Alright, but if Holly's mother answers, you're dealing with her," Night said, then rang the bell.

*~*~*~*~*

A/N:  Well, that was a crap ending.  I'm updating this at school, isn't that terribly odd?  I guess it's just because I finished chappy 10 here.  Wow, I finished Chapter 10…  This is the longest fic, chapter wise, I've ever written…  The Sask. DADA Prof. still wins, though…  Good lord, I wrote 50 pages for it…  Creepy…

            ~Mage Kitty =^.^=