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Chapter 1 of the Discarded Endings File
Mistress of Pain: It didn't sound offencive. Glad you liked this last chapter.
This starts from the beginning of chapter ten, sort of, and will end differently... yeah...
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I sneak into the kitchen. Igor isn't around, and Dracula is 'sleeping'. Opening drawers, I search nearly the entire kitchen.
"Come on, there has to be one in here somewhere..." I mutter to myself, rummaging through a particularly full drawer. "Here we go. Perfect." A thick wooden spoon.
In my room, I use the stone floor to sharpen the non-spoon end into a point. It takes a while, seeing as I am very tired. And, have you ever tried to sharpen a wooden spoon? It takes a long time.
Looking out the window, the sky is just starting to lighten. I don't have much time. Grabbing a heavy book, I look at the point. This will have to do.
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"Haha! I win again!"
"No fair, you cheated. I don't know how, but you did." Igor is easy to beat at speed. We found a deck of playing cards in Dracula's desk.
"You just don't want to admit that my hand eye coordination is better and faster than yours." He just sort of snorts at me.
"Cassie?" I spin my head around.
"Papa!" I get up and run down the short flight of steps to him. "Mama!"
"Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, Papa."
"Are you sure? Where is Dracula?"
"It's alright. I took care of him, he's gone."
"You took care of him?"
"Carl, you're here too? And Yes, I took care of him with a sharpened end of a wooden spoon."
"A wooden spoon?" He asks, slightly amused. I nod.
"Oh," I turn to look at Igor, who is, in fact, cheating. "Igor! Come here." He looks up and walks, or, limps over. "Can we keep him? Please?" I laugh at the absurdity of what I'm saying.
"Of course. I don't see why not. Do you, Gabriel?"
"No, I don't see any reason you can't."
"Thank you!" I hug Papa. Sounds like I am asking to bring home a puppy.
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Yeah, pretty odd.