Dear readers,

My apologies once more for the lack of update. I am having a major examination this year as such I would not be posting another chapter till the end of the year. Sorry. I would very much appreciate your understanding.

Another reason for the lack of update is that I have decided to rewrite it. I find it unsatisfactory and too draggy, especially the initial chapters. In addition, truth to be told, I have not yet finalise any plot. Ideas keep slipping in here and there throughout my writing process. Thus, you would notice slight discrepancies and endless confusion in the plot. Also, I lost the original copies of many writings when my software died on me. It disheartened me greatly.

Thank you very much for reading Vampire Fangs. It gladdens me to know that people do actually read my work and my somewhat outlandish writing. Till next year, with a perhaps better plot and writing. Do anticipate. :D

However, I would still be dropping in several short stories if I am free. A warning for you though, not all stories I write might be appealing to you. You have been warned. :)

With much love,

Ashe16/Ancr

p.s. I am aware that this goes against the rules of fanfiction, but I have no other way to convey this message...so...I shall add a small segment of something I was working on. .

SCARLET

They are here. The bringers of death are finally here to claim another. "Soon, soon very soon," they sniggered sinisterly as they swarmed impatiently around their current prey – an old bald man.

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The old man fidgeted uncomfortably in his old durable wooden chair. He had once carved the chair out of an ancient oak when he was still a fine lad. Indeed, those were the days he cherished. Ah, those days of his youth still remain fresh in his memory, but time waits for no one, especially not for an old, feeble man who bids the days go by.

'I'm going to be died by today' the thought surfaced in his mind as he heard the pesky little devils chanting the same old irritating phrase at him. How he wished he could just reached out and strangled them, so they could leave his ears in peace, but then again the dead cannot die again, can they? Laying back in the chair for reassurance, he stifled a silent laugh at the wicked irony of it all. He did not wish to meet the god of death now, but a few years earlier, he would give anything to join his beloved wife. How heaven had played a fool out of him!

Glancing at the child who was the reason for his change of heart, he couldn't help but suppress the sympathy he had for the child. What powers she possess he did not know, but the child could practically be the one who would change the whole world. He first found her at the doorway of the cottage, wailing at the top of her lungs with a note attached to the thick bundle of cloth. What a grand entrance she had made. After studying the note he was sure the child was "hers", entrusted to him to bring the innocent child up.

The child grew up incredibly fast, ignorant of the harsh world around her. She was five now. Though slightly sensible, she was still childish and irritating, always making her love ones worry about her. But there was always something about her that had attracted him to this young wilful creature and made him determined to protect her. Somehow he knew he wasn't the only one feeling this way. 'What was it?' He wondered. Was it her cheerful and playful personality? Her joyful nature? Or is it her innocence and ignorance that made her so vulnerable? He did not know, but with this quality he was sure she would become a fine lady one day, protected from all harm and having her own little rascals to take care of, though, of course, he would not live to see that faithful day.

"Ji-chan?" she spoke, her chocolate brown eyes containing a mixture of puzzlement and surprise. He raised a brow in question as she rose and leaned forward towards him. Her tiny fingers brushed softly against his cheeks, wiping away the glistering tears that fell uncontrollably from his eyes. The old man's eyes widen in surprise. He blinked, alarmed that more of the tears had roll down the sides of his cheeks. Once more, the child leaned her face forward and placed her crimson lips against his cheek, attempting to kiss his sadness away. However, the tears just kept on falling to the poor child's dismay. The child frowned in distress and seemed to be in deep thoughts. Chuckling, the old man lifted the child onto his lap. He ran his wrinkled fingers down his granddaughter's silky auburn hair to calm his nerves, but was immediately reminded of his dead wife and daughter. Sighing, he turned his attention to the window. He could not help noticing how warm the waning afternoon sun was though he could feel no warmth but the coldness of his heart instead. Judging by the sun, he knew his time was up. Ah sweet were the days he had spent with his granddaughter, but gone are those days. Gone...From a far, he could hear the ominous galloping of horses...