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Okay, so I had two choices: Run, or kill this thing once and for all. My fingers brushed against my sword, and my heart pounded as I thought I was really going to do this. Yet I found my legs running through the crunchy leaves, being my typical self. Why should this time be any different from all the other times?

Sometimes I wondered why I was even here. I couldn’t fight to save my life. I mean, I had taken karate a couple of times, but that was so long ago that all I knew now was that white belts meant you sucked and black belts meant you had mastered everything. I knew that I didn’t belong here, and everyone else knew I didn’t belong here, yet Ambrose insisted I stay here at the castle. For what though? All I was good at was disappointing people.

As I neared the castle gates, I thought of how angry Sal was going to be. I clenched my fists, because I was actually pretty angry with me too. Just once, why couldn’t things go right?

I reluctantly opened Sal’s door to find him muttering things to himself again, and the lights replaced by candles. Startled, he turned around, ink from the quill he was holding splattering onto his paper.

“So,” he said, setting the quill down and leaning forward. “Did you bring me my vampire fang?”

I only gave him a crooked smile, and watched as his expression changed to frustration, just like I knew it would.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered, fiddling with a stray curl.

~Coralie:)

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