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An explanation ... I wrote the end of the story right here right now. Okay not the whole ending but the really climactic climax ... so why can't you see it? Well, its a first draft and very raw and honestly, you've all been with me and with this story for so long I couldn't bear to give you that. You all deserve better.
Its all going to explode very soon ... otherwise I wouldn't dare even think about pulling out this song ... Seriously. My post must be worthy of this song ... cuz this song is just ... awesome ... *cries* Awesomeness must be met with awesomeness ... Bonnie wouldn't have it any other way. Neither would Clyde but ... so my apologies for this not being a very long update ... but I will update really soon as I am really psyched at what's going to happen.
I love what I wrote but I need to sleep on it and expand it and make it a million times better and it wouldn't be half as much fun if I posted it and then just reedited it.
So ... I love you all for your patience and time and Droo I'll get on fixing that last post so it has a song ...  I love my readers you all deserve the best so I'm working on it. For now ... a hint. Yes, I can introduce new characters this late in the game its what I'm famous for   Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need ...
~Bonnie Tyler (Holding out for a hero) Clearly the situation had reached what in some circles would appropriately be called a snafu (can I say that here?) and the whole thing had become something synonymous with a word rhyming with food bar.  Normally this mean finding the nearest exit but this was a favor, a very important favor and it was likely going to get him killed. And the worst part was he wasn't even fond of this Ottery kid, he'd heard so many things about. But some favors could simply not be ignored anymore than some loves and blood debts were by nature bloody. Still a vampires nest. Honestly, lately life had really been wanting to kick him in the tenders. This just wasn't fair.
So there was a werewolf running around the castle, someone was slaying vampires, and Ottery and his sidekick were about to get turned. Was this the eleventh hour? It sure as heck felt like it. But would it be too soon to act.
"Only in gravest circumstance ..."
But Ottery was famed for his grave circumstances, everyone knew he lived on that edge. He sighed he would wait to play his hand, as he watched from the shadows, perhaps now was too soon. 
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