Thanks to all reviewers... Here's chapter two.... Sorry for the slow update, lots of things happened.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Darren Shan. Apart from our new visitor!

From the hard stone chair at the front of the hall, I could see the hundreds of Vampire heads turning this way and that, muttering agreement and disagreement to Paris new idea's on the war of scars.

"It is important therefore, that we attack in as many areas as possible, however we cannot actually start to do this until we have an idea of where the vampaneeze are, what their mission is. The logical approach would to send out many spies, but..."

Despite the obvious importance of the speech, my mind began to wander. I blankly stared down at the Generals in the front row of the seats; listening to Paris, bruised heads furrowed with concentration. Bored, I then searched the hall for some familiar faces, but came up with nothing. I was going to have to meet some new people...

Suddenly, I felt a sharp poke in my back. I turned to see Mr Crepsley looking annoyed. "Darren" he hissed, "Answer Paris' question."

"Wha'?" I turned quickly, to see the other princes looking at me questioningly. With a hint of a smile, Paris repeated the question. "What rules shall we lay down for our new spies, shall we keep with the ones we have presently, or add a new clause about interrogation?"

I was furious with myself for not listening, and could feel my cheeks turning red, but it was a simple enough question, and I had been looking at the old charters quite recently.

"I think it would be useful to introduce a new clause about..." I tailed off listening intently.

Outside the main doors of the hall there seemed to be some kind of scuffle going on. Fights between vampires weren't uncommon in the mountain, but right outside an important meeting was a rarity. The generals, having noticed the cause of the premature end to my speech, were now listening too, muttering among themselves.

"Look, buddy, they know me in there. They'll be pleased to see me!" shouted a voice.

"No. Step back, sir. Are you cleared by the front entrance?"- A guard this time.

"I'm..." A bang echoed round the hall and the doors shook a little. The guards voice came again, though now unclear, as though someone had punched his nose. "WAIB RBIGHT HAW!"

"Let him in, let us see what this person want so badly to start a fight outside this meeting." Said Arrow, calmly.

Being nearest I jumped up to the stone of blood and placed my hand upon it.

The doors creaked open to reveal one of the guards and the legs of a small man kicking furiously over the guards shoulder. If the situation wasn't so serious I would of laughed. But held it in, biting my lip. I wondered what would be done to this small, squealing, vampire.

"STOP! PUT HIM DOWN!" I looked around. Paris was standing now, his face an interesting mixture of anger and surprise.

The guard dropped the man who landed on his back, and then scrambled to his feet.

The whole hall was silent. Many vampires were craning to see who it was. The ones who already had were whispering excitedly. I regarded the intruder. Olive skin- strange for a vampire, dark hair and small with wicked black eyes.

"It's been seventy years at least." Gasped Paris "I thought you were dead, it's.... it's legend."

The vampire spoke softly. "Seventy seven years, Paris. I'm not dead" The man paused; a small laugh escaped his lips "Obviously. Though in these long years, sometimes I have wished I was."

I was still completely lost. Even at the festival a few months back, I had never seen a group of vampires so excited. Paris smiled. "Rarven Herungy. It's good to see you. Welcome home."

Any questions I had had to wait as all the vampires in the hall rushed towards the visitor shouting and whooping their welcome.

Who is this new visitor? Wait and see. Please review!