Haaaahhhhh yeaaahh! Upadation! proof that there is ALWAYS more time left in a weekend. If woulda posted sooner, but things got a little busy out here. But immmmm back!

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Here we gooooooo.

"Seba, how could you?" Darren groaned.

"It was not my fault!" Seba howled. He had managed to get his finger hopelessly trapped in the side of his chair. The gang was currently chilling out in the waiting area, raising just a little hell.

"Who's fault was it?" Darren inquired with skepticism.

Seba's eyes darted back and forth suspiciously.

"Harkat." he decided. Harkat was in fact sitting 5 seats down, innocently reading a magazine.

"Uh. Huh. Well you stay put, I'm gonna go find some grease or somthing to kinda slide you outta there so the chair doesn't have to come to Florida."

"Try looking in Kurda's hair." Mika contributed. He was currently lying stretched out across 7 chairs.

"When we get to Florida, if he wears those shorts he got from eBay last week, I swear I'm drowning myself in the shark tank." Arrow declared

"If we even get to Florida." Paris grumped, looking out the windows. Snow was coming down by the shitload, and the planes outside were barely visible.

"Don't even think it." Darren begged.

"If our plane was...cancelled, we would...know by...now." Harkat comforted.

"Okay, well I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't let Seba panic, I don't wanna have to pay for that chair."

With that, he departed. Feeling strangely empty with the abscence of 6 retards and a Little Person, he skimmed the nearest airport convenience store. He found nothing that could be used as lubricant to free a stuck finger. Not feeling very good about the current situation, he hopped on the moving sidewalk in the direction of the janitor's station. No one was home, so he creeped in and made off with a can of WD40 oil, reccomended for use on wheels, doorknobs, and other metallic surfaces. That should suffice. He pocketed the can and continued down the terminal on the moving sidewalk following the scent of cinnamon buns. He'd be a nice parent and bring some back to reward his "children" for being so patient. They'd appreciate and love him for it, and maybe even get through the flight incident-free. The idea made him smile, until-

"Last call for boarding, Flight 247 to Florida now departing."

He'd felt that feeling before. But the fact that he was completely seperated from his posse made it about 11 times more heart-stopping. With any luck, they woldn't be able to figure out how to to properly present their boarding passes, get left behind and rejoin Darren to find another flight, that was the best-case scenario.

So Darren Shan ran like no one had run before, dodging people, carts, bags, dogs, and babies. All he needed was some epic background music. He was almost there, so close, gonna make it, gotta make it, almost-

He'd made it, all right, made it back to the departure gate which was completely empty, out the window, a massive jet was driving out towards the runway.

Ohhhhhh shit.

***

3 hours later and 8000 feet up. Flight 247, row 23, seats D, E, F...

"Mika, Miiiiiiika, Mikaaaaaa, Miiiiiiiikaaaaaaa!" Kurda wailed.

"Dammit to hell and sonnovabitch, Kurda. What do you WANT?"

"I don't like this moviiieeee."

"Do I look like I give a shit?"

"Can I watch your movie with you?"

"No."

"But mine's borrriiiiiinnnggggg."

Mika glanced at the poor blonde's screen and quickly realised why Kurda's movie was so dreadfully boring.

"Congratulations, genius, you've managed to turn on your seat TV. Welcome to the friggen menu. What movie do you wanna watch?"

"Ummm?"

"Okay, there's Failure To Launch, Cannibal Corpses Go To The Beach, Jackass #2, Nightmare On Elm Street, season finale of Grey's Anatomy from 2 years ago, Halloween, Twilight, the Arthur Christmas special, The Little Mermaid, and The Hannah Montana movie."

"Ummm...kay...ummmm.....Twilight!"

However, barely 5 minuites into the movie, Kurda declared Twilight "Eeeewwwwwwyyyy" and demanded Hannah Montana instead. You see, Kurda is actually smarter than he looks/acts/walks/talks/etc.

Across the aisle, Seba was perfectly calm and happy. (However he still had a chair attached to his finger.) Meaning he had no idea they'd taken off. He'd been asleep for takeoff and hadn't bothered to roll up his window. Beside him, Harkat was looking at the pictures in a fishing magazine. Beside him, Larten was skimming through a Florida travel information package. He was on page 22 when he felt a strange and naggy feeling in the back of his mind. Like he'd forgotten something important. He re-traced the steps he'd taken before leaving Vampire Mountain...he'd locked his coffin, locked his room, fed Madam Octa, put parental control on the TV, turned off the oven...he was sure Vampire Mountain had been perfectly secure. They hadn't been persued by any cops on the way to the airport, and Harkat could always be trusted to make sure the Essie was locked. He'd double-checked to make sure he nothing fell out of his bag before he boarded the plane...he had his passport with him...so what could it possibly be? For a second he thought maybe he'd lost it when Seba crashed into him as he tried to run back down the walkway away from the plane in blind panic. Or when Mika bodychecked him in a rush to get the window seat...or when Paris tripped over a stray toddler...or when Arrow yelled a YOUR MOM! joke out the window at the baggage handlers...or when Kurda asked the airline attendant what kind of mascara she used...or when Harkat climbed up into the luggage rack...hmm, nope, his passport was in his cloak pocket where it always was. He observed the seats around him. Mika over by the window on the left side, Kurda in the middle, Arrow in the aisle. Harkat beside Larten, and Seba by the window on the right side. Paris directly behind Larten, all by himself. Some thing was wrong here but Larten couldn't quite place it...Mika, Kurda, Arrow, Harkat, Seba, Paris... Mika...Kurda...Arrow...Harkat...Seba...Paris... 1...2...3...4...5...6...

Slowly, he reclined his chair to converse with Paris.

Paris...count us up, how many are there?"

"Seven, Larten, what is the matter with you?"

"And...is that the right amount? How many are there supposed to be?"

Paris slowly looked around at the gang, then again, and again... His eyes widened to an unhealthy proportion. Paris and Larten made eye contact, and screamed simultaneously:

"DARREN!"

Its not easy being Darren. I feel bad for the kid sometimes. Then i laugh and write another chapter.

I tried to make the last bit like the movie Home Alone. Love that one.

Oh and i think many of you have, but make sure to check out VAMPIRE MOUNTAIN IDOL! its doing way better than i expected and it's barely begun. i hope people continue to review the way theyve reviewed the prologue :) thanks so much

and SERIOUSLY, do NONE of you have facebook? like Twitter i can understand, but FACEBOOK? COME ON!!!!!!!!! fan page link on my account! theres PICTURES now!!!! as in TVF GOODIES GALORE! COME ON?!?!?!?!?!?!

heh, love you all.

*Roxxy,