I hadn't grown any fangs, id been expecting them to sprout and had been checking my teeth in the mirror every night for three weeks before Mr.Crepsley caught me.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Looking for fangs," I told him. He stared at me for a few seconds, and then busted out laughing.

"We don't grow fangs, you idiot!" he roared.

"But . . . how do we bite people?" I asked confused and starting to cry since he yelled at me.

"Don't cry it's just we don't grow fangs and we don't bite," he said, still laughing, holding me in his arms.

"We cut them with our nails and suck the blood out. We only use our teeth in emergencies."

"So I won't grow fangs?"

"No. Your teeth will be harder than any humans and you can bite through skin and bone if you wish, but it's messy. Only stupid vampires tend not to last very long. They get hunted down and killed."

I was a little disappointed to hear that. It was one of the things I liked about the vampire movies. The vampires looked really cool when the bared their fangs. But after some thought, I decided I was better off without the fangs.

The fingernails making holes in my clothes were bad enough. I would have been in real trouble if my teeth had grown and I started cutting chunks out of my cheeks as well, I started to enjoy being with Mr. Crepsley, as if he was my father.