I've really been wanting to do this story for a long time now. I was going to wait until something happened later, but I think this fits a bit better. You'll all see why later though. I feel very bad for Thatch too...


Dusk smiled as Makenzi nuzzled against his arm, the woman smiling lovingly up at the vampire. Thatch felt his lips curve in a bit sadly before turning back to the movie.

It was a late Friday night, and the child and the Ramirez family were all watching a movie. It was Wreck it Ralph, and it was at the point Ralph was falling to his doom. But he was dying heroically, so it was ok. To be honest, Thatch was losing focus on the movie. He had been focusing on Dusk and Makenzi.

The blond haired angel woman had been included in many of the recent family nights, and it honestly bothered him greatly. He didn't hate the woman- she seemed nice beyond belief. He was just... not quite ready to share Dusk yet. He knew how selfish that sounded, he just didn't want Dusk to forget about him just yet.

The child turned and looked at the twins, who were both leaning against the other and smiling happily at the movie. He could tell they were getting tired, yet they seemed happy just to spend time with the family. Turning again, he saw Fatch curled up in a ball beside Dusk, cuddling his Flippy bear close, sleeping soundly. It was honestly adorable to Thatch. It wasn't often he slept like that.

He turned once more, finding Midnight and Katie laying their heads on Marco's lap, Marco himself watching the movie intensively. It honestly made Thatch happy to see the older male seem so happy. He was almost like Fatch when it came to emotions. Or... how Fatch used to be.

The credits to the film began to roll, getting the creatures in the too squirm and get to their feet. Except Fatch, who was still asleep. It wasn't a problem though. Fatch often slept on the couch. Slowly Thatch rose to his feet as well, closing and yawning a bit loudly. He heard Dusk giggling at him, reopening his eyes to see the older a mere few feet in front of him.

" Looks like someone's tired. "

He said softly, carefully scooping the child into his arms. Thatch blushed brightly at this, but didn't squirm this time. He'd gotten used to this. It was just Dusk being Dusk.

" Come on. It's bed time. "

Thatch nodded, closing his eyes gently. He rested into the icy cold skin that he'd grown so used to feeling with Dusk and his family. They all had naturally cold skin for some reason. But there were days where Thatch really appreciated it.

He felt one of Dusk's arms shift, followed by a lone door creak, signaling they'd reached his room. His room wasn't very extravagant, but it still had everything he could possibly want. A coffin in the top center of the room, a small fish tank to the right of it, a nightstand to the left of it with an alarm clock on it, a red covered windowsill where he could sit and star gaze with two drawers below it to hold his stuff (mostly his ducks), a closet in the back of the room, three grey shelves on the right wall and dresser beside the closet on the right wall. It was a pretty nice room for Thatch, as he loved having room for things and he loved taking care of the goldfish in his tank.

He felt Dusk shift again, lifting the lid of the coffin with his foot. Carefully he was laid down into his bed, laying flat on his back with his hands folded to his stomach. He simply stared up at at Dusk blankly, watching the older smile at him.

" Would you like Noir, Thatch? "

Dusk asked softly, turning to the black teddy bear sitting on the window sill. Thatch sat up with his arms for support before smiling, blushing a little.

" Yes please. "

The older smiled brighter before walking over to the bear and holding it close to his chest. Slowly he walked back over, kneeling as he was at the side of the coffin, handing the boy the bear. Thatch gratefully accepted it, hugging it tightly.

" Aw... "

Dusk cooed, ruffling the others hair.

" See you in the morning kiddo. "

" 'Night... "

The older stood up and started to head towards the door. As he reached it, he heard a soft, timid sounding voice call to him.

" Um... Dusk? "

Dusk froze, his hand on the door knob, turning to the child once again.

" Um... d-do you think you'll ever... um... marry Makenzi? "

The prince was a little taken back by this question. In truth, he'd been thinking about it. Makenzi was kind, sweet, fun, sassy and she loved kids. She was pretty much everything he searched for in a woman. She was perfect. He could really see himself living with her.

But why was Thatch asking about it? He knew the child always seemed a LITTLE uneasy around the angel girl, but he didn't think the boy HATED her or anything. Why would he be wondering about marriage? It just didn't seem like something he'd ask about. Maybe he was worried about Dusk not having as much time to spend with him? He remembered Thatch had been worried about this before, so it'd make sense.

Slowly Dusk smiled again, much softer this time as he sat down in the coffin. Although, due to his superior height, his legs stuck out kinda funny, and it got the child to giggle.

" Thatch, I'll admit I've thought of it. "

He said honestly, disregarding the child's frown.

" But even if I do, you know I'll still be here for you. And I know Makenzi would be DELIGHTED to be your mother. "

Thatch looked down, poking his index fingers together nervously.

" W-well... I-I think a part of me knows that... "

He said softly.

" But the other part of me can't help it... y-you gotta understand I wasn't raised right, s-so I DO get doubts about family... "

Dusk smiled a bit and placed a comforting hand on his head.

" Trust me, I get it. Fatch used to be the same way. "

" He DID?! "

Thatch jumped, amazed when Dusk stayed calm.

" You gotta remember Fatch never even knew we existed until he was eight. It took him such a long time to trust us. Don't worry. I know just how you feel. "

The older squirmed, getting to his feet with a slight struggle, to which Thatch laughed at again. Maybe Dusk shouldn't have even sat in the coffin to begin with...

" Get some sleep kiddo. "

Dusk said softly, reaching the door again as the child laid back down in the coffin.

" I'll see you in the morning ok? "

" Ok... "

Thatch muttered, reaching up and pulling the lid down.

" Good night Dusk... "


" Hit the deck! "

Two demons and a dragon immediately hit the floor as an explosion sounded the room. A vast amount of hot liquid spilled on them, and if it had been water, then it would've been very, VERY painful for one of them.

Slowly the leader, the blue winged orange haired fire demon, stood up and began wiping the gooey liquid off his shirt. The dragon was not far behind him, although he attempted to lick his substance off his fingers, only to be stopped by the dark looking psychic demon.

" Blitz, don't lick that! "

He yelped, forcing the drakes hands down.

" G-geez Aries! "

Blitz mumbled, shaking a bit.

" Why? "

" Because it's a powerful potion. "

The fire demon responded calmly, moving back to his caldron glumly. He twirled a clawed finger around the now burnt liquid, frowning.

" Strange ain't it? "

He mumbled, glaring down into his failed experiment.

" I can possess freakin Flash himself, yet I still have problems making freakin potions. "

Aries frowned, placing a hand down on his shoulder, ignoring the burning sensation in his hand.

" Don't worry Septimus. "

He said softly.

" You probably just added too much nightshade. "

Septimus sighed, closing his eyes gently.

" Probably... "

The fire demon plopped down on his knees, lighting his hand on fire and restarting the fire below the caldron.

" I hope I can get this potion to turn out. I'm running out of ways to slow down those stupid kids... "

" I'm sure you'll get it sir. You're very creative. "

Septimus blushed softly at the compliment, looking away and slowly standing up.

" What does this potion do anyway? "

Blitz asked gently, hopping up and looking at the substance. Septimus scratched the back of his head, looking at the liquid in uncertainty.

" I'm... not to sure myself really. "

The demon answered honestly, grabbing the knife on the edge of the pot. He pulled up his sleeve and ran the blade along his arm, letting the blood drip into the concoction. As weird as it sounded, he needed demonic blood for this potion. And he couldn't take it from Aries.

This is about where he messed up last time. Everything was here, and he added the right amount of nightshade this time, and he needed to figure out the last ingredient. Something tough, yet breakable. Something that wouldn't agree with a creatures stomach should they ingest it.

The sound of scratching filled the room, and Septimus looked to find Blitz scratching his arms. However, bits of his scales were falling from his arms and into the potion. Septimus was about to stop him, when it hit him. Scales were perfect. Grabbing the drake when JUST enough fell, the potion sent out a puff of smoke in the form of a red skull.

Septimus panted a few times before cheering, hugging Blitz and spinning him around in a circle in the air.

" BLITZ! "

He cried.

" YOU'RE A GENIUS! "


Very calm first chapter. Hope you all enjoyed!