Hey everyone! Alright, so here's the new chapter that I've yet again procrastinated on. I'm not going to apologize again since I doubt you guys want to hear that again. Now before I get started, Nebulon asked a few pretty good questions.

1. What are the vampyre rules? I'm not going to really answer that since I hinted at one of them in the last chapter and more will be told later in this chapter.

2. Are vampyres immortal? Sorta. To human standards yes, but technically not. Vampyres just have a really, really, REALLY, extended life span. Most vampyres live between the ages of 7,000-10,000 years old. Like the stereotypical vampyre stories, they do stop aging at some point; however, in my story, they stop aging when their body begins to die, which is when the body's cells start dying faster than they are dividing. That is usually around the age 18-25. More about vampyre ages will be put at a later point and it's not necessary to know any of this but just in case you want to know.

3. and 4. Double D's parents are also vampyres? No. His mom was a human who did not believe in vampyres until she got together with Alexander. He, on the other hand, knew about them since he was a toddler, but was also not a vampyre. His parents a actually his adopted parents. His biological ones were close family friends that died in an accident. It was offered to change Alexander, but he refused.

Also, as a side note, in one of the first chapters, Double D stated that he does not get all the necessary nutrients from blood and must still eat real food. I had decided that vampyre the red blood cells (rbc) do not have any hemoglobin, which is how the rbc carries the oxygen. So, the blood they drink blood to allow themselves to breathe. Their digestive system absorb the rbc into the blood stream but ultimately destroys anything else in the blood, hence why they also eat regular food, though it isn't completely necessary.

Now if anyone else has anymore questions, just put them in the comments and I will answer them when the next chapter comes out.

It was 9 in the morning when Mr. Vincent woke the boys up. Ed and Eddy both complained but still got out of their sleeping bags. Double D, on the other hand, was already wide awake, showered and dressed in his everyday outfit.

Jaheem was downstairs working on a lot of pancakes, eggs, bacon and toast. Even after seeing how Ed ate the night before, he was still skeptical about the amount of food he could eat.

Mr. Vincent, followed by Double D, were the first ones' downstairs. While Jaheem finished making breakfast, Mr. Vincent poured himself a cup of coffee while his son began preparing some strawberries.

Just as Jaheem finished the last batch of eggs, Ed and Eddy walked downstairs, still trying to rub the sleep from their eyes.

Once everyone sat down, they ate in almost complete silence. At one point, Jaheem was shocked to see Ed finish two buttered toasts, a full plate of eggs, five pancakes, and six pieces of bacon and still get more. He was even more surprised to see no one was fazed by this. After the boy's third helping, of toast, Jaheem even questioned whether there was a black hole in his stomach, to which Mr. Vincent smiled and said, "For all anyone knows, there very well could be one, despite all the science against it."

Eventually, Ed did get full, and when Double D and Eddy finished eating, they helped clean the kitchen (upon Mr. Vincent's request). Once that was all said and done, there was still two and a half hours left before they need to leave, which was spent packing stuff for if/when they got bored and some snacks and drinks. Double D had wanted to take some school work for just in case they did not make it back in time for school, but his father said to leave it, saying, "Just because you are a vampyre does not mean you are immune to car sickness. Your grandmother could not enter any vehicle without emptying her stomach at least once."

The rest of the time was spent trying not to stress about the upcoming meeting, or in the Eds case, not stressing about losing their memories.

Depending on who you ask, it either took forever or what felt like only a few minutes for 12:30 to come around. Everyone quickly piled into Jaheem's 2012 Ford Expedition. No one questioned when he had gotten it or even where it had come from, just that it was there. Once everyone was buckled up, Jaheem pulled out of the driveway and sped down the street, ignoring Mr. Vincent's protests to slow down.

Unbeknownst to them, a certain red head was glaring their way through a small gap in the curtains.

The trip had only taken four hours and had been quite uneventful. Around half way thought the drive Jaheem had to stop to get gas. The younger boys had also convinced Mr. Vincent to let them get more snacks since Ed had apparently eaten all the ones they had packed. Other than that, the ride had been quite boring. Surprisingly though, Jaheem never got pulled over for going break neck speeds, resulting in Mr. Vincent losing fifty bucks.

Once they arrived, though, that was a different story. It had turned out that Jaheem was the only one of the group that had been to Seattle, albeit it was about thirty years prior. Somehow or another, he managed to find a place to park that was just ten minutes from the Space Needle, and after everyone got out of the car, it became the general consensus that was where they would go.

And in less than ten minutes, that's where they were. Both Ed and Double D gaped at the shear height, remembering how only a few years ago, Ed had built something that -while not as sturdy- had gone up that high, making them imagine they were in space. Mr. Vincent stared at it in a sense of nostalgia since this was the first time in ten years that he had seen something that rivalled the skyscrapers in New York City. Eddy was watching the people milling about in fancy suits and forming a new scam idea not that dissimilar to the restaurant scam three years prior. Jaheem was standing to the side, smiling and watching as his closest friend seemed to finally relax, no matter how temporary it may be.

After a few minutes of gawking and getting looks from passersby, they finally went to find an Italian restaurant that Jaheem recommended called La Vita E Bella. Apparently, he had met the owner overseas a few years back and managed to get free meals for him and any friends or family he brought, which included Mr. Vincent and the boys.

By the end of the meal, Ed had managed to eat eight plates of chicken alfredo and four baskets of bread. It was fortunate that it was only 5:30 by the time they left, otherwise there may have been a quickly walked down the street with Ed and Eddy complaining how long they had been walking for when in reality it was only about fifteen minutes.

Finally, Jaheem stopped. "There it is," he said, pointing to the building across the street, surprising both Mr. Vincent and the Eds.

It was a large building, the right half being two stories while the left was only one, that seemingly was without windows. Along the walls were ten bright purple lights that stretched from the ground to the roof and at the center of the building, hanging above two doors was a sign that said 'The Scenic Route'. Stretching along the wall was a huge line of people wanting to enter and at the front was a large man, assumed to be the bouncer who would lift the velvet rope that allowed the clubbers to enter the right side. Every once in a while, someone would show him a paper and he would allow them in the left door.

"We're meeting the counsel in a…nightclub?" Mr. Vincent asked, a look of disbelief on his face.

Jaheem chuckled. "It's owned by one of the council members. Originally, it was used as a gathering place for any creature of the night but to remain conspicuous, he made a new section for humans to enter." He began crossing the street and while the others followed, he continued. "The right side is form anyone but humans cannot enter the left."

"Then what about us?" Eddy asked.

"Don't worry, I got it covered."

Some people began to notice they were walking toward the door and started to shout at them, causing the bouncer to look their way. At first it seemed like he was going to yell at them until his face split into a large grin.

"Jaheem! Heard you were going to here tonight!"

"Yep, Tom, but for business only this time."

Frowning the man, Tom, said, "Too bad. And what about them?" pointing to Mr. Vincent and the Eds.

"Same thing, and…" Jaheem reached into his pocket and produced four small papers, handing them to Tom, "I have the necessary paperwork."

While the man flipped through the pages, a woman near the front of the line yelled, "Hurry it up! We don't want to be out here all night, Tom!"

Sending her a menacing glare, Tom growled, "You will either shut up or I will remove you from the damn line. Understood?!" When she shrunk back and nodded, Tom turned back to Jaheem and gave him back the papers. "Anyway, it all seems in order. The boys back there are not allowed in the night club or any alcohol."

"Don't worry," Jaheem said as Tom moved the rope on the left. "Me 'n Al can keep an eye on them."

The group walked through a dimly lit hall and when they turned to the left, they were greeted by a wooden door that Jaheem pushed open without even stopping.

Inside was a lounge with an odd assortment of people. There were round tables scattered throughout the room. Along both the left and right sides of the room was a series of rectangular tables, separated using a type of waterfall glass. On the back wall was a bar that had over a dozen shelves behind it with a large arrangement of alcohol. On the bar itself was beer taps and what looked like four taps for bloods- A, B, AB and O.

Jaheem quickly walked through the center of the room. A few people looked their way, probably noticing the three humans. Trying not to pay attention to them, (except Ed, who looked like he was about to explode from excitement) they walked faster. Jaheem continued toward a door next to the bar which said 'Appointments Only'. Without even breaking a step, he walked through the door and began walking down a set of stairs that were also dimly lit.

"Why is it always so dark?" Double D asked as they neared the bottom.

"There are many creatures that hate bright lights, so this helps to accommodate for that," Mr. Vincent answered.

"Why do ya keep sayin' creatures 'stead of vampyres?" Eddy asked.

Before anyone could answer, the group stepped off the stairs and was greeted by two bulky men. The taller one was in a three piece suit and seemed without a hair out of place. The other was in a white dress shirt and black pants. Unlike the other man he seemed to be covered from head to toe with fur and had a wolf's tail hanging behind him, leaving both Ed and Eddy to gape at them.

Looking back at Eddy, Jaheem smiled. "You didn't really think there were only humans and vampyres in this world, did you?"

With a general look of disinterest, the furry man said, "We are here to escort to the council room."

The two men quickly turned around and began to walk down the hall with the mix match group hastily following them. They continued down a series of halls, seeing many wooden doors every few feet. Some doors had signs on them saying 'Do Not Disturb'. Eventually, they stopped in front of a set of double doors with three wooden chairs on either side of it.

The furry man walked though the right door and held it open to his counterpart, who said, "Jaheem, you come in with us. The rest of you wait until it is your turn."

Jaheem nodded and followed the two men who shut the door behind him, but not before hearing Eddy ask, "So. Are there mermaids?"

Jaheem smiled lightly before walking to stand in front of the council. The room was fairly large but almost completely bare. The only things it held were stone busts of former council members under large rectangular tapestries that represented the clan they were born from. There was also a large table that on a raised section of the floor that forced anyone who stood in front of it to have to look up. At the table currently was six people, four of which were women and two were men.

On the left side of the table were two of the women who appeared in their early twenties though it showed in their eyes that they were much older. The first had long platinum blonde hair that cascaded around an angular face. She wore a simple black dress which went down to her knees. The other woman had chocolate brown hair that was pulled into a braid. Her face, while obvious an adults, was still round and looked like it still held some baby fat. She wore a low cut red shirt and dark blue skinny jeans.

Next to them was a man then a woman that looked in their fifties. Just looking at them, they seemed human but Jaheem knew that they were both werewolves. The man had shoulder length, dirty blond hair that surrounded a wrinkled, yet handsome face. He was dress somewhat causally in a blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans with slight rips on the knees. The woman next to him looked like she could be his sister, only she had hair that was barely passed her slightly pointed ears. She wore a long sleeved, forest green shirt and black jeans.

On the right side was a female then male witch. The woman seemed to be in her seventies with graying hair pulled in a bun. Her face was fairly wrinkled and had a scar on her left cheek. She wore a long blue dress that went to her ankles. The male witch seemed slight younger but already had completely white hair which appeared to be thinning. He wore a red and green plaid shirt and brown khakis.

"Welcome, Jaheem," greeted the male wolf. "It has been a long while since we had seen you."

"Likewise, Abraham," Jaheem replied.

"We only wished to ask you one thing before we talk to the others," the female witch said. "Do you trust those boys?"

Jaheem pretended to think for a moment before nodding. "Yes. Alexander told me that they had known for seven years now."

"Seven years? So that would be when they were eight, I suppose," muttered the blonde vampyre, though her words were clearly audible to everyone.

"Most children their age would have said something by now," Abraham said while the others nodded.

The male witch then said, "That's all we needed to talk to you about. So, please send in Eddward Vincent."

Surprise only showed for a moment before he said, "I wish to say one thing before I leave."

"And what would that be?" the female witch asked.

"Those boys are quite smart," Jaheem said. "It has also become apparent in only the few hours that I was there that they would help protect each other."

"Thank you, Jaheem," the brown haired vampyre said. "We will take that into consideration."

Nodding, Jaheem said, "That is all I ask for Lyra," before toward the door.

When the doors opened, he heard Double D say, "They will try to kill you!"

"If it's about those mermaids, keep way from them," Jaheem said, surprising the four outside. "The ones near the surface like to drown their victims then eat ya."

Ed decided to pipe up and, in a scary voice, said, "Oh and if you're really pretty, they'll keep you 'til your body rots away."

"Ed's right," Jaheem said, leaving Eddy trying to determine if he was lying. Jaheem then looked toward Double D. "The council wants to see you now."

The young vampyre gulped but nodded and walked into the room. He was met with the same sight as Jaheem, but felt far more intimidated.

"Eddward Vincent. It's a pleasure to meet you," said the blonde vampyre. "My name is Anita Cowl."

"I'm Lyra Alphramis," said the woman next to her.

"Abraham Zeram."

"Gilda Zeram."

"Hi, I'm Emilia Quintin."

"Evening, I'm Hiroshi Miller."

Double D stared at them for a moment before saying, "I-it's nice to meet you, too."

Emilia chuckled. "Don't worry. We're just going to ask you a few questions, then you can leave."

When the boy nodded, Hiroshi asked, "So, can you tell us how you were turned?"

Double D took a breath and recounted the same story he told his friends only a week prior. Every once in a while they would make a comment like, "Yeah, that's normal," or "That's where he went."

When he finished, the group each had somber looks, except for Gilda who had tears in her eyes.

Lyra sighed. "Unfortunately, we know of the man that you spoke of."

Surprised, Double D said, "You do?"

"Yeah," Abraham said. "We promise to tell you more after we talk with the others."

When the boy nodded, Gilda cleared her throat and said, "Now can you tell us how your friends learned you were a vampyre?"

"W-we were eight years old when they found out," Double D stated. "I had grown thirsty and went into the woods behind our house for a drink. When I had found a rabbit and began to drink its blood, I became distracted and did not notice Ed or Eddy walk towards me until it was too late. "

"How did they react, son?" Hiroshi asked.

"Well…" he hesitated. "They were scared at first. After I told them I did not drink human blood, Ed thought I was cool. Eddy tried to pretend he was not scared. After I cleaned the blood of my face, Eddy seemed calmer."

"Is he homophobic?" asked Emilia. When the boy nodded, she continued. "What does he think now?

"I do not think Eddy cared that I was a vampyre but only about the blood."

With a scrutinizing look, Anita asked, "So he never felt any sort of fear for you during any time that you knew him?"

Double D looked to the side. "T-that is not exactly true. When Mother and Father told him about bloodlust and bloodscenting, he did become a little scared."

Abraham nodded and said, "Alright. We have one last question. Do you trust them with your secret?"

Immediately, Double D answered, "Yes."

"Thank you, Eddward," Gilda said. "Please send in your two friends."

"Are you going to erase their memories?" Double D asked.

Each of the members looked at each other before Anita said, "We are not positive quite yet but we should know after we talk to them."

He nodded and left the room. When he opened the door, both Ed and Eddy jumped up. Eddy asked, "How did it go?"

"They seemed understanding."

"That is good," said Mr. Vincent. "Who do they wish to see next?"

"They want to see both Ed and Eddy."

Ed immediately grabbed Eddy and dragged him into the council room saying, "C'mon Eddy. Let's see the council people."

Eddy just grumbled until he was let go in the middle of the room. Ed was beaming with excitement while Eddy, once standing up, attempted to look calm and collected, though it was obvious he was nervous.

The questioning went in a similar fashion as it did with Double D's. They were asked how they found out Double D was a vampyre and how they felt about it, to which Ed said, "Double D's a nice vampyre, so it's ok" while Eddy said, "I wasn't even scared."

When they were asked about bloodscenting/lusting, Ed said, "I was scared Double D would die like the vampyre in Revenge of the Evil Bloodsuckers." Surprisingly, Eddy was truthful and said, "I was a teeny, tiny bit freaked out but after we talked I was fine."

They had also explained how they had helped Double D get home after he started bloodscenting in school.

When they were asked if they thought Double D would ever hurt them, without even missing a beat, Ed and Eddy said, "Never."

After they were sent out, Mr. Vincent was brought in next.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Mr. Vincent said.

"It is likewise, Alexander," Anita responded.

Abraham said, "Now, we aren't going to ask you the same questions as we did the boys since we already made our decision. But we are going to let you know a few things."

"That is alright with me."

"Now your son probably told you already," Hiroshi started, "but we are aware of the man who attacked your son and changed him."

"Yes, I was quite surprised when Eddward told me."

"Normally we would not offer protection since there are others that he is after," Lyra said. She put her hand up when Mr. Vincent went to speak and continued. "However, the A.N.E.C has offered to help since they owe you so much."

Mr. Vincent was surprised. He knew he had helped aide many vampyres in his former hospital in New York, but he never thought the American Northeaster Council to want to repay him.

"That is quite generous of them," Mr. Vincent said, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.

"That also brings us to our other business," Anita stated. "While we know it has been a long time, but we were hoping that you would become one of our doctors again."

"Surely there are others that would be willing to do so," the human said. "I do not understand why you would ask me for this."

Sighing, Gilda said, "Many of the doctors we had for this region were killed recently in an attack." Ignoring the surprised look on Mr. Vincent's face she continued. "We have asked others for help, but they have refused saying that they cannot leave of that they are afraid they will be killed."

"Then why would you ask me?" Mr. Vincent exclaimed. "I am not strong like you are."

"We understand, Alexander," Lyra said. "But those that have died were only vampyres or werewolves. None of the human doctors have been killed."

"What happened to them if they are not deceased?"

"They ran away," Gilda growled.

"Alexander, please," Anita pleaded. "With the various flu seasons beginning next month, we are in a desperate situation. We have already agreed to pay for you living expenses if you decide work here."

Mr. Vincent brought a hand up to his face and thought about what they were offering. If there have been no human deaths, then I shouldn't be in any danger. And based off of what they have said, the city, no, the entire region is short on qualified doctors for any mythological people.

Feeling his conscience weighing in, Mr. Vincent sighed. "Fine, I shall do it. However, I do have one condition."

"And what would that be?" Abraham asked.

"Unless there is an emergency situation, I wish to be given any major holiday off so that I may be at home with my son."

Shocked by the request, Lyra asked, "You are not going to ask for those boys to keep their memories?"

Alexander smiled, "I do not believe that is something I must worry about. You have no doubt already made your decision and nothing I could say will change it, whether it is for or against."

At this Abraham outright laughed. "Yes. I suppose you're right."

"I would also like for you to not pay for my expenses as I am fully capable of doing it myself."

"If you are sure," Emilia said. When the man nodded, she said, "Then if there is no other matter you wish to mention, please bring in Jaheem and the boys so we may tell you our decisions."

"Yes, ma'am," Mr. Vincent said as he walked toward the doors. As soon as he opened the doors, he said, "The council would like all of us to come forward."

Everyone -including Ed this time- was nervous. Would they keep their memories, or would they have the mentality of an eight year old? Could they still be friends or even live normal lives? Would Double D and his family have to move again to get away from the man after him? They were about to get these answers and needless to say, they were all freaked out.

"We thank you for being patient with all of this," Anita said. "We have already made our decision about both situations."

Hiroshi said, "Firstly, on the subject of two humans knowing about us, we shall allow you to keep your memories." After a large sigh of relief, he continued. "The only condition we have is that someone will visit twice a year for mandatory evaluation until each of you turn eighteen."

"Evaluation?" Eddy asked.

"Every vampyre, werewolf, witch, etcetera, etcetera must be visited by a member of the councils clan to determine if they are both safe and following the rules of our society," Gilda stated. "Alexander had to go through it too when he was young."

"So long as it does not interfere with their schooling, I do not see any problem with that," Alexander said.

"Now, for the matter of protection," Lyra started. "We cannot give it to you, but as we told Alexander, the A.N.E.C has decided to send Charlie Goldstein, head of the Goldstein clan and one of their council members."

"They want to send Uncle Charles?" asked Double D.

"Well, it was more like they had to send him," said Abraham. "He would not stop pestering them until he could go."

"Along with him will be his son," stated Gilda.

"Ugh, that guy. Isn't he the same age as us?" Eddy asked.

Answering for them, Mr. Vincent said, "Yes but Nathan is considered the strongest in the clan, second only to his father."

"Alexander is correct," Anita said. "It has already been determined that the boy will be the next clan head should something happen to his Charlie.

"Now, they should be arriving on Wednesday. Jaheem, you must leave to return to your original duties Tuesday night. Is that understood?" Anita asked to which she received a 'yes ma'am.' "Then if you do not have anything else to discuss, you may leave."

As the small group walked out the door, Gilda said, "I wish you boys good luck."

Once they were escorted back to the lounge, Double D asked, "Ed, are you alright? You hardly spoke."

"I'm okay Double D," Ed reassured with a large smile. "I'm happy we can be friends."

"Of course we can Ed," said the young vampyre as they walked toward the front door of the lounge. "Even if you lost your memories we would still be friends."

Sticking his tongue out, Eddy said, "Gag. Sappy much Double D."

Before Double D could retort, Jaheem said, "C'mon boys. We gotta get you to bed."

"But its only seven!" Eddy exclaimed.

"Yes and it will be almost midnight by the time we arrive home," Mr. Vincent explained.

They walked out the doors and waved goodbye to Tom as they began their trek to the car.

"We must hurry home," Mr. Vincent said. "I promised both of your parents that you would go to school tomorrow and I need to leave for work."

After about a twenty minute walk and a year's worth of complaining, they found the car and piled in with Eddy and Double D on either side of Ed.

Jaheem drove again and got them home just before any clock struck midnight. When both he and Mr. Vincent looked in the back, they saw Ed, Eddy and Double D each asleep and no matter how much Eddy would deny it later, they were cuddled together.

A quick fun fact before I leave. I copied each chapter without the author's notes and this story is 70 pages so far.

Also, Charlie Goldstein is not related to Double D, but he is a close friend of Alexander.