"Amber do you have a plan B?"

"Well no...there was only plan A, but that back fired," Amber smiled sheepishly.

"Well if you ask me, THAT WAS THE DUMBEST IDEA EVER!" "WELL IT WAS THE ONLY ONE I HAD!!!!"

Jenna crossed her arms and frowned. Dracula would be very, very angry if they saw him again, but they had to get rid of the book first. Amber had been taking notes on it to see how the doctor did it all, but there was too many figures, too many numbers. "This is all too confusing." Amber sat on the rock that was their meeting place, while Jenna just stood there, looking up into the night's sky. Things weren't going well, a lot of things weren't. Amber was afraid something was going to happen to them, so threre was really one other thing left to do. Either give the book to Dracula and beg on their knees to not be killed, or somehow destroy the book.

"Whatever you are thikning Amber, please let it be a way to destroy the book."

"Well we can either give it to him and beg to not be killed, or figure out another way."

"I'll go with the second one. Maybe we can burn it at my house."

"No, it's too risky. How else can we destroy a book?"

Jenna sat next to her friend and pondered to herself, while Amber still jotted down notes. Nothing was making any sense, nothing they ever got into did.

"I got nothin'. Let's face it, we're screwed."

Amber had to agree, but still she remained silent, still taking notes when she got to the last page. When she did, everything made sense. Amber had finally figured out how Victor was able to do it all. She took her notebook and tucked it into her jacket, while she held the journal. There was the old windmill that still layed untouched.

"Jenna, I got an idea."

"I'm listening."

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Daniel sat on the stairs of his house, head in his hands once again. He heard footsteps and he stood up, for it was Dracula with his brides and they were not happy. He gulped as Dracula came closer to him, and grabbed him by the throat.

"Did I not tell you that that book was important?"

Daniel smiled, but then Dracula tightened his grip. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"I need that journal Daniel. My brides have been defeated by your adoptive daughter and her friend with the help of a damn door! Do you honestly expect me to let you go?"

"No...but it would be nice so we could talk about things," he smiled sheepishly.

Dracula dropped him to the dirty ground, as he walked over to his brides. Danile stood up and brushed the dirt of his cloths. He had had it with Dracula telling him what to do, even if he was the man who saved his family from being poor.

"But hey, it's not my fault they can kick your ass, Dracula."