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A tired and unkempt Jansen was sitting in his room, huddled over the computer, all other lights turned off.

Jansen: (thinking) Well, Livi, I might not be in love with you as your friend says, and you might not love me as the letter said, but the least I can do is take down the fellow who got us both into this mess...

Jansen has been at his computer, searching facts about the one called Evan, for three days with no food, water or rest.

Jansen: (quietly) I'll show you not to mess with a vampire. You'll regret this one, Evan. Heh heh heh...

Jansen checks his email, and gets an idea. Why not try to team up with Livi to get revenge on Evan? He thought it was worth a shot...

I'm sure you've had enough of me for a while, but if you aren't doing anything, would you care to join me in capturing Evan, and teaching him a lesson for messing with us? I'm open to new ideas, and whatever cruel and unusual forms of punishment you can think up. If not, I understand as well.

Jansen hit "send" and leaned back in his chair, relaxing for the first time in three days. This was most certainly going to be fun...





Talia: Hey Ced, whats up with Jansen?

Cedric: What do you mean?

Talia: He hasn't come out of his room for three days. I'm worried about him...

Cedric: He's a vampire, he can handle anything.

Talia: But he still has to eat...

Cedric: Just leave a goat or something tied up outside the door. I'm sure he would appreciate that.

Talia: This isn't funny, numb nuts! Something is seriously wrong. Ever since he got that letter in the mail, I haven't seen or heard from him at all.

Cedric: Wait, what letter? He never gets letters...

Talia: Exactly! And I didn't recognize the name on the letter either. What do you think it was?

Cedric: Maybe he's behind on his mortgage payments...

Talia: Cedric....

Cedric: Yeah?


Cedric: Oh yeah...

Talia:...If you aren't going to take this seriously, I'm going to find someone who will.

Cedric: Be my guest....

Talia goes upstairs and knocks on Dax's door.

Dax: (behind door) Come in!

Talia: (peeks in) Are you busy?

Dax: Not at all, now whats wrong?

Talia: I'm worried about Jansen. He hasn't come out of his room in three days. He hasn't eaten either, since he got a letter from some stranger.

Dax: Hm, that is rather odd, but still, I wouldn't worry about him. Jansen is a smart guy. He wouldn't do anything stupid.

Talia: (smiles) Thanks Dax. You're the best.

Talia leaves the room, leaving Dax deep in thought.

Dax: (to himself) I sure hope he doesn't do anything stupid....


Lookit! I was talking to Caleb Cox, and he made me the secretary of his Jazz Band. Which means I have to do more work than everyone put together! YAY!

And it also means, Moolatte, if you don't do the jazz band, I might have to rip your forehead off. No offense, of course.