Hello. I am here today to tell a story no-one would find pleasant. If you don't want to hear a story of vampires, death, sick little kids, and a cruel brother, turn off this blog.


Chapter ONE

Danté was sitting on the front porch-step, which he thought was very cold and uncomfortable, yet a great thinking spot. He had had a rough day at school, and was resting on the porch, when his mother shouted, "Danté Jerone Danezen!" and he suddenly knew he was in HUGE troube. He went inside. "Yes, Mom?" She didn't answer. Insted, she sighed and pointed to the kitchen chair, motioning him to sit down. Danté was thinking `Oh lord. Is she gonna' give me "the talk"?`