To die or not to die, that is the question a vampire always has

After I was told that my race could not die I spent my hole Junior High year trying to get a hearing at the Concil of Elders. Now after 5 years of waiting and hoping for the mail frog to irive with that letter the day has finaly come. I had just goten out of bed and had seen that the thing-e that tells you when you have mail on my mail-box was up I , once agian, got my hopes up to high and when I got there turnes out that there where three items in my mail-box:
1. My monthly BLOOD DIGEST mag
2. My new Vamgo set that I had orderd trough the internet
and
3. The Letter of meating apsentance from the Concil of Elders
I tried and fly (like any ordinary Vampire of my age is sopused to do(but then again I wasn't one)) but as usual I could not. I got very frustrated but reluctantly went back into the house and put on My Dress cape and went to were the Concil of Elders Head Cuarters were. And here I am 20 hours later and still waiting on them to let me in the Desision Room. When the doors finaly opened a little sprite came out and said to me
"I'm sorry there has been a mistake and you're metting has been changed."
I got so mad that aperently I lost control and grabed the little sprite by the neck asking:
"WHAT DID YOU JUST TELL ME!?!?!?!?!?!?"
After that little moment I disided to go back to my house and started mounting my new and improved Vamgo set.