I was super bored so I felt like updating today. You will also get a chapter tomorrow because I don't have lessons as it's my birthday (I'm homeschooled). I didn't get a single present and most of the people at my "party" didn't even know it was my birthday. But that's enough complaining. Here are a few people I would like to thank:

Ozuma thy Awesome

ferretgirlsz

sandy162

LartenCrepsleyForeva123

Queen NekoChan

You people are the best. Your reviews make me feel like I'm not such a loser afterall. Also, thanks to anyone else who reviews, or adds this to favourites or alert. Even you people who read and then run off like ninjas without reviewing or anything.

Disclaimer:

SL: *Is cuddling Holt in the background*

Steve: *Growling*

Evra: What's the matter, Stevey-poo? Jealous cuz you're not SL-nee-sama's favourite anymore?

Steve: No! I still am! *Walks up to us* Hey, SL-nee-sama!

SL: Oh, Holt! You're so hot! (This is actually a really bad joke, look up Holt Hyde if you don't get it)

Steve: *Growls*

SL: Oh, sorry, Steve. Did you say something?

Steve: Nothing, just that SL-nee-sama doesn't own The Saga of Darren Shan, any of it's characters or Holt Hyde.

SL: Oh, okay. *Goes back to swooning over Holt*

Evra was sat on the grass with his arms folded. He was pouting like a child who hadn't gotten his way. Daryl and Xan were watching him. Daryl looked concerned; Xan was trying her best not to laugh.

"Evra, what's wrong?" Daryl enquired.

"Well, first of all, I kissed Steve yesterday," He made a gagging noise. "Plus I miss Xina."

Xan face-palmed dramatically but she was ignored.

"You really liked her, huh?" Daryl was grinning but Evra could see the look of jealousy in her eyes that most people would've missed.

"Yeah, but I like you more." Evra winked, only half-joking.

Daryl blushed and giggled. "I like you too, honey."

Now it was Evra's turn to blush.

Xan made a gagging noise, similar to the one Evra had made earlier.

A few seconds later, Steve approached them – walking as if he were drunk. He had a black book in his hand and he looked as if he was about to collapse. Then he did. Right in front of them. No-one moved for a while, until Xan nudged him with her foot. Then he sprang to his feet and cried out,

"They're coming for me!"

"Who are coming for you?" Daryl questioned.

"The sparkly vampires!" Steve replied. "They're coming! They're coming!"

Daryl eased the book out of Steve's hand. She gasped in horror when she saw the cover. There were a pair of hands cupped around a red apple and at the top of the book in white letters, it said 'Twilight'. Daryl nearly collapsed herself.

"What's wrong, Daryl?" Xan asked.

"It's…it's…" She stammered. "It's Twilight!"

Evra and Xan gasped just as Daryl had. Steve just looked frightened. His eyes were wide and he kept looking around him, making sure that there were no sparkly vampires trying to sneak up on him.

"Maybe we should take you to Mr. Crepsley," Daryl said, trying to grab Steve's arm.

"Is he a sparkly vampire?" Steve asked.

"No, at least I hope not."

"Just as I thought, it is BDDTTD," Mr. Crepsley announced.

"BDDTTD?" Daryl echoed.

"Brain Damage Due To Twilight Disorder," Mr. Crepsley explained. "It occurs when one reads a Twilight book or watches a Twilight movie."

"Oh, God!" Evra cried. "There are movies too?"

"It has a different effect on everyone," Mr. Crepsley went on. "Some go crazy like Steve has, others become obsessed little wannabe Goths and start screaming about whether they are Team Edward or Team Jacob."

Xan finally looked up from the book she'd been reading for the last couple of minutes. "Did someone say Team Jacob? 'Cause I think I heard someone say Team Jacob."

"Oh, STFU, Xan! It's all about Team Edward!" Steve retorted.

Daryl gasped. "Oh, no! They've both crossed over to the dark side!" Then she turned to Mr. Crepsley. "What do we do now?"

Mr. Crepsley shook his head. "There is no hope for them now. Our best bet is to run and save ourselves."

"Come on, Evra! Run before they get you too!" Daryl yelled.

"I'm right behind you!"

Mr. Crepsley turned to the poor damned souls. He shook his head pityingly and muttered something about how glad he was to be illiterate before residing to his coffin.

"Jacob is so much sexier than Edward!"

"How dare you? Vampires are better than wolves!"

"He isn't a vampire, he's a fairy!"

"Oh, no, you didn't!"

"Oh, yes, I did!"