Note: We're back! This is a surprisingly short chapter as we're not going into the harvest quite yet. You'll see what I mean in about 13 lines down. Enjoy!
Edited: February 2023
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The next morning there was a crash. Kyle and I were up early in the garage as I had him kick and punch a punching bag that we'd found around.
"Not a bad roundhouse kick," we both stop and saw Marcel step inside the garage.
"Can I kill him?" Kyle asked.
"Kyle," I warned him.
"Easy buddy we're all friends here."
Kyle shrugged. "Not really."
"I don't think we've been properly introduced," Marcel said.
"No we have, you're Marcel," Kyle replied. "Vampire sired from Klaus. You have all the witches scared in the city and got rid of all the werewolves. You call yourself king and yet hide from a fight like a coward. You can't defeat Klaus," Kyle walked back over with a dagger in his hands. "Or Elijah."
