Heeeeeylooo! I am sorry that I have not gotten around to starting another chapter of this, but I had it written a looooong time ago and I lost my old note book! Oh joy! But then I found it. So, yay! And I have messages to all my reviewers!

S-A: Alan is teh shpingehnesh

High-On-Marshmallow-Fluff: Yes, there is a meeting with Darren planned, trust me. It wouldn't be a good fic without it.

Raye Sun: I know I sound like a n000000b, even though I'm not, but I have no $&ing idea what AU means. XD I'm so stupid. I hate abbreviations. And, if you read HOMF (XD HOMF!) little comment thing, there is a meeting chapter, late in the story. And that will probably lead to a sequel! Yay! w

Amanda: Do I know you IRL? O.o. And yes, I am looking for a theme song for Dana. Cause she's my funnle cake.

Sakura Fate: I'M SOOOO SORRY FOR NOT HURRYING!

SalsaGirl: I know that it did seem a little to fast, but I had a little short story I wrote a while back about Dana, and her clues about her vampireness. And that was when Darren was "alive".

Now, on with the story, and keep guessing about the moreness, so get some warheads and a bottle of diet cherry vanilla Dr. pepper!

Chapter 2

I was sitting with Annie in "her room" Well, it really wasn't "her" room. It was Darrens. Well, it was Darrens. I guess to relieve herself of the trauma was moving into his room. Maybe, to her, Darren had just grown and left for college and would be back soon.

The room hadn't changed. Darrens posters were still on the wall, his clothes were still in the closet, and I bet even some of those graphic comics of his were still hidden under his bed.

Annie was a lot different in appearance. She used to always have her hair in pigtails or in another cute style. But now, it's super short and frizzy. She used to always be a neat freak, and always avoided sports, but now, she was always playing soccer and hockey and there was always a little dirt on her face. She was even wearing Darrens clothes.

It's a pure evolution of the Shans. Heh, Dana laughes.

"So..." Annie said plopping herself down on what used to be Darrens bed. "Why's you stop by for the first time...in...well a while."

I sighed. I didn't want to just come out and say it, but I had to. Me, Darren and Steve grew up closer than anyone could imagine. I had to know what really happened. Annie would be the only person to know.

"I wanted to know some things about Darren." I asked. I should put a little tazer on my head, so it can stop me from saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Annie didn't respond immeadiately. She just looked down at the floor, like a deer looks at a oncoming truck.

"Steve told me he's alive." I said. Damnit, Dana! Quit being such a ditz!

Annie smiled at me. And it wasn't the newly acquired boyish smile. It was a cute innocent one that she had when she was maybe, five years old.

"Yeah," she said laughing. "Steve told me that too."

Yay! I'm not alone with being crazy! Someone else is just as insane as I am!

I quirked an eyebrow at Annie and sat in the middle of the floor. "So, do you believe him?" I plopped my three year old L.L. Bean bag next to me and looked up at her.

She was grinning still. I miss that innocent Annie, burried deep within her. I miss that Annie so much...I tear.

"Do you?" Annie said jumping off the bed and looking out the window. She fell to the floor and began to rummage around under her bed.

I shrugged. "I don't know." I opened my bag and pretended to look for something. She better still have the childishness to believe I'm not doing anything. "Steve's a little...quirky."

Annie pulled out an old looking box from under the bed and open it up quickly. "I found a lot of Darrens old things." she said pulling out an old notebook.

She thrust it into my hands as if it was some flesh eating virus. Flipping open the cover she let me look at it.

"You can read it if you want." she said, like the little Annie I used to know. "It's kinda disturbing."

I flipped a head a few pages and nearly screamed...Algebra.

I'm so stupid.

I looked at Annie, and back at the notebook again. I had a look of confusion on my face. Annie grabbed a fistful of the pages and flipped near the back.

I nearly stopped breathing.

Darrens handwriting.

Dated after his death.

According to Annie.

There was a name on the page that caught my eye.

Crepsley

"Go to the last page." Annie said grabbing another fistful of the pages. Jeburs Annie, you could just do it yourself then.

Normally, it wouldn't be all that scary. Unless you were experiancing what I am. But when you see things in my view, you get scared shitless.

It was something simple, nothing too bad. Just four words. Nothing bad at all.

But it was.

"I am not dead."

When you read something like that, you expect to be reading an excerpt from a horror novel. But this isn't a horror novel. This is real. And it's scary. Especially when the date is from only a few days prior.

"Oh...my god..." I said. "This is from...not that long ago..." Annie took the book away, tossed it in the box and shoved it under the bed again.

"Shh!" she whispered. "My mom's coming!"

I closed my mouth and waited patiently. Maybe her mom had forged it or something, eh, I don't know. I'm only a teenager.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it!" Annie called. And as I suspected, long before she had (Duh) it was her mom.

Annie got up and opened the door. Mrs. Shan looked like...well, bad. She looked miserable! Her normally cheerful eyes were all sad and baggy and her hair was nothing better.

"Oh good, Dana, you're here." she sighed. "You're father just called and he wants you home as soon as possible." She pushed some of her matted hair behind her ears.

Damnit. Steve...or Tommy or Alan...told my dad! DAMNIT! And other such explesitives!

I decided to leave right then and there. I scooped up my things and ran out the door. I only saw my dad angry while blooded once, and I don't want to see it again.

I ran into my house, screaming and pleading, my bag only half way on my shoulder. "I'm sooooooooooorry!"

My dad was awake early. Not very normal for him. Nope, nope, not normal at all. But he was sitting in the kitchen with a few bags.

"What're you sorry about?" my dad said as he pulled a red liquid filled pitcher from the fridge. I shivered.

"They found out." I said. "Not about just me, but about you too!" My dad was laughing.

"It's about time!" he said. "I would have thought it obvious! Especially for Steve!" I walked into the kitchen and heaved a sigh of relief.

"You're not pissed?" I asked looking at the pitcher.

"Not at all." he chuckled. "As long as Steve doesn't plan on killing me, or you for the most part. Dad reached into an overhead cabinet and pulled out a series of vials. My dad grabbed the pitcher of his "life juice".

"You're not leaving again, are you?" I asked as he started to fill the vials, one by one. He shook his head slowly.

"Sadly no." he sighed. "I got a phone call from Steve about Darren."

I felt myself stop breathing. "And," I started. "Do you believe him?"

My dad fell silent. "Yes." he said corking a vial. "Because the vampire, who blooded him, blooded me."

"But why are you filling bottles?" I asked.

My dad had on a twisted grin. "Because you, are going to find Darren Shan."

A/N: Um, yeah, note...I am in the US! And, the thing about the notebook in Darrens room...well I haven't fully thought about why that is. I guess Darren and Crepes, my nickname for him, are still hanging around.