Author's Note: This one takes place at the time when Mr. Tiny arrives at vampire mountain in the beginning of Hunters of the Dusk in order to give the 'good' news to the vampires, and the song is to the tune of the Violet Bearagarde song.
Mr. Tiny strolled through the many tunnels of the mountain, followed closely by the two little minions he'd brought with him as well as Darren Shan and the Little Person Harkat Mulds. The latter two were terrified to find him in their presence once again and wondered what kind of doom would be brought upon them.
Mr. Tiny, meanwhile, was humming some kind of cheerful little tune to himself. Darren noted that he was sort of strutting as he walked. There was a drip-drip-drip sound like water dripping from hidden source in the mountain, but it seemed to be following them. Any vampires or guards they passed would stop what they were doing and stare open-mouthed at the procession, immediately recognizing Mr. Tiny, and most even trailed behind.
As they neared the Hall of Princes and the crowd of vampires grew bigger, the dripping sound was joined by a curious and rhythmic flapping, like batwings, and soon after some kind of procession. Mr. Tiny grinned to himself and whipped out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere in his coat, placing them over his eyes. The sounds were beginning to sound more like a funky beat of some cheap human music, and it was playing Mr. Tiny's song.
They entered the hall of Princes, Mr. Tiny climbed up onto the platform where the Princes sat (Mika and Paris were present at the moment and watched in surprise as events unfolded) joined by his two Little People who removed their hoods and grinned down at their audience. Darren and Harkat also stood upon the platform, uncertainly.
The call of the music could hold them no more. Mr. Tiny, with one Little Person on either side of him, strutted forward like they were the Backstreet Boys or something and they began their song.
"Yeah!
Listen close; every man, the tale of the vampire clan.
This dreadful bunch, they see no wrong,
Fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting all night long.
Fighting, fighting, all night long
Fighting, fighting all night long,
Fighting, fighting all night long."
Harkat couldn't resist – he remembered all the nights he and his brothers spent practicing their songs and dance moves (it was what the seemingly zombie-like Little People were most proud of) – and joined them, standing a little behind the trio so that the four of them together formed a sort of diamond. He picked up the words and dance from the mental signals they gave off for him and quickly picked up the routine.
"Yeah!"
"Their rivals go on searching till at last, their prophesy has come to past.
And from their ranks a great leader,
Spells out doom for the vampires…
Fighting, fighting, all night long
Fighting, fighting all night long,
Fighting, fighting all night long.
For years and years he trains away,
His troupes get stronger everyday,
And with one great tremendous war,
The vampire clan is no more.
And that is what is prophesized
Unless three hunters find the prize.
Fighting, fighting all night long,
Fighting, fighting all night long,
Fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting, fighting all night long.
Fighting, fighting all night long…"
The Little People's song ended and they strolled of the platform, finishing with a very quiet chorus that trailed away as they replaced their hoods. The vampires watched, dumbstruck from the song, as the Little People left the hall (except for Harkat, who looked rather disappointed that the fun was over and had to let the meaning of the words sink in.)
Mr. Tiny remained standing near the edge of the platform. He removed his sunglasses, folding them neatly and slowly before sliding them back inside his jacket. To the vampires, he said only,
"And you can take that to the back."