Confused minds

'What do you mean his not a fool?' snapped Darren. 'Didn't you just hear what he said?' continued Darren. His expression was stern and yet confused. Phoenix couldn't bear to look him in the eye. She over heard Evanna and Mr' tiny argue about this topic. She felt she had betrayed Evanna by telling them but yet again she was a vampire and to help her people would be honour.

'Tell us what you know, it's important,' whispered Vancha, his voice was calm and soothing and Debbie found it hard to believe that this soft tone was indeed coming from Vancha.

Phoenix brushed her fingers through her hair and said 'I know no more.' She turned around and saw the huge grin that was fixed upon the vampets face. She grabbed his collar and knocked him against the almost crumbled wall. She pursed her lips holding back her anger. She could fell the hot blood rushing to her head as her temples started to beat refusing to stay calm. 'I liked you, I spared your pitiful life and yet you are disloyal. Hasn't your mom taught you any manner, boy!' quarreled Phoenix. Her warm breath was upon the vampets face, he inhaled and grinned sheepishly satisfied with himself for making her angry. 'All of a sudden I'm hungry,' said Phoenix sardonically. She grabbed the sharp dagger that was hidden in her cape and placed it in his pale flesh. The colour on his face drained as he saw his reflection in the sharp dagger.

'Spare him,' said Darren no emotion in his voice.

'Why?' said Phoenix.

'He might be some used to us,' said Darren his voice dryly and hoarse. Phoenix spun around still holding her victim she said 'How about we take the information from his brain, that way we don't have to carry a 5ft 10 that weighs at least 90kg.'

'I'm 6ft actually and I only weigh 87kg,' the vampet said scornfully. 'Beside as if you can do that, take my soul and that shit only Mr. Tiny can do that,' he continued, a smirk fixed his face.

'You see that's where you're wrong I can do that,' she said, a malevolence grin set upon her face and her brown eyes glowed with excitement. She bent towards the vampets ear and whispered 'you're mine.' and a soft cackle escaped from her lips and this was enough to make the vampets knee wiggle like jelly.

'Can you take ones soul?' asked Darren more shocked rather than amused.

'Yes, in a way,' she uttered, eyes still fixed upon the vampet.

'Be our guest,' said Vancha. Debbie grabbed onto Darren and closed her eyes as tightly as she could. Darren hugged her in comfort, eyes rigid on Phoenix and the vampet.

'I'll tell you whatever you want!' squealed the vampet.

'Why would we want your presence when we can just dump you now and still have all the information we want from you?' said Phoenix.

Her brown eyes beamed and she grabbed his head. She drew out a sharp needle and made a small punch on his temple. The vampet screamed but his voice was cut short as he collapsed onto the floor. Blood, red blood oozed out from his head. When the blood stopped flowing phoenix whispered 'Enniondo por ma tehgnio'. With these words white misty substance flowed out of the vampets brain she pulled out a long glass tube and left the white mist to flow into it. Within a minute the tube was full with the white mist; his memory stopped flowing out so she closed the lid and stood up. 'What now?' asked Darren.

'I have to store it in my conscience that's the only way it works,' she articulated and with that she opened the lid and the cloudy mist rushed up her nostrils as she inhaled.

As all the memory went in her noise, she dropped the tube and she fell unconscious to the floor. Darren and Vancha gazed at each other worried. Debbie turned around when she thought it was safe and found both Phoenix and the vampets' limb body on the floor, she gasped. Darren ran to Phoenix's body and checked for pulse. His fear was cut short as he found her heart beat. 'She's alive,' he sighed.

'There is something suspicious about her,' said Debbie out loud. Vancha looked at her disapprovingly. Ignoring his glares Debbie looked back at the two limp bodies.

'I think we are being tracked down,' said Vancha. Debbie and Darren froze dead as soon as they heard this.

'What makes you think that?' questioned Debbie.

'Remember what the vampet said. The vampeneze are not going to stop tracking especially after two of there members go missing,' answered Vancha. Darren shook his head in agreement and they started to pick up all their equipments that was scattered around the chamber. Within seconds every belonging they had was packed apart from one, Phoenix. Vancha, Darren and Debbie looked at phoenix's body that lay peacefully on the hard floor. 'We don't have time to carry her,' said Darren, his voice came out hoarse and dry; he almost didn't recognize that the person speaking was him.

'I'll carry her,' said Vancha, confused emotion lingered in his eyes.

'We don't have time for this...' mumbled Darren.

'Whatever decision you guys want to make can you make it fast because I'm not quite ready to be a vampeneze next meal.' Debbie cut Darren short of his conversation.

'She'll come!' snapped Vancha. He walked towards where phoenix's body lay, he bent down and tried to pick her up when a white light surrounded her knocking Vancha against the wall.

The white beam that surrounded Phoenix seemed to be some kind of shield. Darren and Debbie took few steps back and stared. 'What the hell!' barked Vancha as he stood up using the wall to lift his body up. Debbie looked at Vancha and for a split second she thought he was just an old man who had a really bad back ache and couldn't help but giggle to herself. Abruptly phoenix started to choke and cough at the same time. No one dared to go close to her not even Vancha after what had happened. Within minutes Phoenix's eyes started to came into focus. As her eyes grew accustomed to the darkness of the room, details of the room started to emerge slowly from the mist. She rubbed her hand across her eyes and jolted up. She straightened her cape and brushed the dust of it. Debbie and Darren looked at her as though she was this two headed beast that had just materialized from a horror movie.

'I see you were about to leave without me,' said phoenix disdainfully, for some body who had almost dropped dead a couple of minutes ago she was in a hell of a good mood, thought Darren. He was impressed though.

'We have to go now,' said Vancha.

All four of them ran out of the room and down the dark hall. It was almost sunrise and if they wanted to get anywhere far they had to do it now. They walked into the deserted road. Wind howled and cold crispy leaves were swept across the dismantled pavement by the wind. All four of them sprinted into the dark night until they finally managed to come into a near neighborhood. Vancha squinted to find any hotels near by.

'There's a hotel there,' said Debbie pointing at this building. They walked towards the building still keeping an eye for any out of ordinary movements. The bright sun started to rise behind the misty clouds.

As they entered the building they were greeted by the sweet smell of lavender and the building wrapped it's warmth around the intruders. They all sauntered across to the reception and Debbie spoke out first 'We need one room with four single beds,' she said. A small woman looked up from behind the reception. Her freckles perfectly scattered around her pale small face. Her curly bronze hair sat neatly on her shoulders and the silver bangles she wore rubbed against her face. She wore a stripped brown suit and a white top underneath making her status higher than she actually was. The woman took their names. 'I'm Jinx,' said phoenix. 'These are Sofia, Mikey and Rick,' she continued. 'Cash or debit?' asked the women.

Before anyone could say anything phoenix replied 'Cash.'

'How may nights?' the woman continued her usual questions.

'We'll tell you when we are due to leave so until then will be paying every day,' said Vancha. The woman looked at him by the look on her face Darren figured she didn't seem impressed by his dirty and scruffy look. When it came to washing yourself Vancha was out of the list. It was as if trying to mix water and oil perfectly. The woman picked up a key form the wooden board behind her that had varies of keys stacked neatly, each one had a number in carved on it to identify which room it opened.

'Room 14, floor 3,' she uttered. Vancha grabbed the keys off her hand and they all loitered up the stairs. The hotel didn't have a lift so they had to walk all the way.

Vancha opened the door. As they walked in, in front of them was the living room. Two brown leather seat facing the black TV. To their right was the kitchen and to their left were two bedrooms and a bathroom. Debbie closed and put the lock on the door behind her. Phoenix walked towards the double glazing window and closed the burgundy curtains. Phoenix walked into the bedroom and took of her cape. She opened the mahogany wardrobe to find a night gown wrapped in clear plastic.

'This is one fancy hotel,' she said.

'Why?' asked Darren.

'They have night gowns in here,' she replied. Phoenix changed her clothes and fell into the soft bed. She hid underneath the warm duvet and closed her groggily eyes. The furniture's in the room started to become blurry and darkness hauled her in......

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Now that i have read the 11th book of Darren Shan it seems i can not be bothered to finish this story. Yes i know it seems lazy but i'm going to start a story continuing from the 11bk which shall be called Sons of Destiny. So do not read it if you haven't read all the saga up to the 11th. Oh and another thing, i love the story, steve is so evil!!!!!!!!!