Jhonny had never been so sad in his entire life. Ever since Dennis transformed into a vampire, the time the two spent together had diminished, even reaching the point where both wouldn't see each other for days. Even Mavis had grown distant to him (although she didn't seem to notice that). Drac had gotten so protective of his grandson, that it was uncommon to see him farther than 3 steps away from him, and Mavis kept following them in order to make sure Dennis didn't get hurt. However, this wasn't the reason Jhonny didn't get to spend enough time with his family. The main impediment was that he was human, no less. This fact not only meant that he didn't have the powers his family had, but also that keeping up with their pace of life was almost impossible. Sometimes Jhonny would spend days awake in order to be with his son, only to be told off by his wife, while others he wouldn't even be able to wake up. Mavis had even tried to force him to sleep with hypnosis, and even if it worked the first couple of times, it ended up creating symptoms of insomnia on him. Jhonny's life was a complete mess.
Mavis, on the other hand, was elated. Despite of all the times she had told herself (and her father) that Dennis turning up to be a normal human wouldn't be bad, she had internally wished that her son would develop vampire powers, so that she could teach him like her mother did. The day of his birthday, she had already given up the idea, when suddenly "the incident" happened. As soon as she saw her son transform into a bat, an overwhelming feeling of pride invaded her. She couldn't recall any other moment in her life where she had felt any better than then.
However, the person in which Dennis's fangs growth had had a bigger impact was definitely Drac. The old grumpy man had transformed into a completely different person (or vampire; whatever). His usual sad and melancholic face now displayed a permanent smile. The usual mental breakdowns he would have whenever one of his employees did something wrong, were nowhere to be seen. Even the dark aura that always surrounded him had been replaced by a brighter one, and he seemed to have partially forgotten his wife's tragic death. Drac's life couldn't be better.
Dennis was happy. As simple as that.
3 months had passed since his birthday, and he had spent most of the time training with his grandfather. He was having the time of his life figuring out all he could do as a vampire, and he didn't mind not being able to go into the sunlight, as he could always go out at night. Still, something was bugging him. Since he had got his powers, his dad seemed to be somewhat off. Every time they would spend a familiar day out (at night, of course), his dad would simply pretend to be alright, but he could sense that something was wrong with him. Sometimes, he would use his vision to spy on him (even when his parents had told him to use his powers responsibly), only to find him looking at the nothingness, all by himself. He even saw him cry once, but he supposed it was because of an argument he had had with his mother about sleeping habits.
What none of them now, was that the whole situation was about to change.