As I watched Alastor charge towards me, I decided to go for broke, and smacked him on the nose, like I would any dog, granted, this was my brother, but he was still a dog. I must show dominance. The look on his face was priceless. I then told him "sit boy", and he sat. I had to chuckle, because he looked harmless when he was obedient.
Nowadays he is the family pet. I have vampire bride, with two children. The children love their uncle Alastor, and even more so when he plays fetch with them... One night, I asked my brother, "would you still try to break this curse?" "No", he replied. "Sometimes you have to know when to quit. Life is good enough for me, I have no responsibility, everything is taken care of for me, and it seems I am popular around the goth girls these days..."
150 words, something like this peeps
Oh, and let me make it clear that ambassadors can write their own stories, but again, we're NOT entering.
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