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Evan I open my eyes, but this isn't reality. I'm inside my father's study room, and the old vampire stands with his arms crossed behind his back. He is peering out through the window. It's raining, but I get the sense this is another illusion he created. "So here is a vampire that doesn't want wealth or power. Neither does he want to live forever or drink blood," he turns around, smiling at me. "So, what do you want, Evan?" I stare at him with a deafening silence. It goes on for a good minute before I answer him. "Is that a trick question?" He laughs. "Son, I'm about to go, but I need to hear your answer before I do. I've been waiting for this." I hold my breath, blinking at him. "Waiting for this?" I shake my head at him in confusion. "I have no clue what you're talking about, b