AN: Gabriel's sister Lucy will hereafter be referred to as Little Lucy, Lucy Jr., or by some other means to indicate that she is the younger one, in order to avoid confusion.

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Lucy slid off her coat and sat down with her son and grandson. She smiled at Gabe. "It's okay, honey. We'll find a way to make everything right again."

Gabe arched a dark eyebrow. "Grandma. I don't have a boo-boo. I'm a vampire. I'm supposed to make boo-boos."

His grandmother gave him the look that always straightened him up when he was boy. "Watch your tone, young man. Your father got all moody when he was a vampire, too. I didn't take any crap off of him either."

"I'm guessing this must be the gist of the "wild teenage stories" you always threatened Dad you'd tell me?" Gabe asked.

Lucy laughed. "Part of it."

Star walked in the kitchen and sat down between her husband and mother-in-law. "Michael's already filled him in on the whole thing with David, Max, and the rest of them."

Lucy snorted. "David. Somebody should have strangled that kid, not given him fangs. Did your father tell you that David and his friends were so out-of control, Max went after them so that I'd be a vampire mommy to all of them? He thought it would help to keep them in line."

Gabe drew back a bit. "So you were actually the "prime target," so to speak?"

Lucy couldn't help herself. She preened a bit. "Well, I've always been considered quite the catch," she said.

Michael yawned loudly. "I think that it's probably in everyone's best interest if we try to get some sleep. Mom's just gotten off a flight, so I know she's tired. I can guarantee Star and I are. You're going to be awake all night, but the rest of us can't handle that. We're not vampires anymore. So I'm going to put Grandma in your room for the night. Don't bite anyone."

Gabe shot him a dirty look. His parents and grandmother headed up the stairs. Gabe could hear his father asking his grandmother, "How did you manage to get a flight that quickly?"

By this time, it was already in the very early morning hours. Only an hour after the three of them had left, Gabe was asleep on the sofa. His grandmother woke that afternoon, and his parents a few hours after her. They had been exhausted, between their trip and the events of the previous evening. His grandmother had closed the curtains for him, blocking all sunlight from the living room where he slept. It had been hard to convince Lucy that she couldn't wake her brother. The fact was, she truly couldn't have woke him no matter what she would have tried. Before Gabe awoke, late in the evening, the doorbell rang. Michael, Star, and Lucy had all been in the kitchen eating dinner. Michael sighed heavily and said, "Great. Why do Witnesses always manage to come during dinner?" He missed the small grin his wife and mother passed as he headed for the door.

Opening it wide, Michael's jaw dropped. "Hey, Mike! Heard you had another vampire problem! Don't worry, I'm here to help, and I brought backup." Michael was shocked to see his little brother Sammy standing at the door. Behind Sammy stood three straggly looking young men. Sammy, now a comic book writer, still had yet to achieve the maturity of an adult. He'd managed to have a few minor run-ins with the law when he was younger, mostly of the drunk-and-disorderly type. Although Sammy had cleaned up his act and was doing well in his job, Michael tended to prefer to keep their relationship to a holiday-visit minimum. He loved his brother. He would die for his brother. It was tolerating him in close quarters that tended to cause a problem.

As Sammy and his cohorts filed in, Star and Lucy walked in. Star told her husband, "Oh, by the way, I didn't just call your mother. I called your brother too."

Michael frowned. "I can see that. Why didn't you tell me?" he asked. "Because I didn't want to hear you complain about it all night," Star replied. Michael sighed and turned back to his brother. "And who might these three be?"

Michael watched all of their jaws drop at once. The one with the light brown hair, about Sammy's age, answered in a raspy, throaty voice. "Well, then. I guess our services aren't appreciated like they once were," he said to the dark-haired man on his right.

"No...it can't be," Michael said. "Edgar and Allen Frog?"

"Took you long enough," Allen told him. "But do you recognize the third guy here?"

Michael had almost placed him when Star screamed. "Laddie!" She ran up to the man whom she'd protected as a child, throwing her hands around him. Laddie grinned and hugged her back. Now reunited, the group that had once taken out an entire gang of vampires and the head greeted each other and played catch up.

Standing back from the six of them, Lucy's eyes welled up in tears. The last time she'd seen all of them together was 15 years ago. They had all attended her father's funeral.

Remembering the day, she tried to dry her tears. Dad would have hated that. His heart had given out one day, and he was gone. Every single one of them came to the funeral as a sign of respect for the man who had once saved all of their lives.

Lucy was snapped out of her reverie by Edgar's next comment. "So, I hear you have a vampire in the house?"

"Well, yes, and it's a long story," said Star.

Edgar pulled a sharp wooded stake from a long cargo pocket on his jeans. "I couldn't care less about his story." he said. "Just tell me were he is and I'll stake 'em."

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Michael and Sam sat alone in the living room after Sam pulled his brother off of Edgar Frog. "That guy was always annoying as hell," Michael informed him. Sam laughed. "Hey, he's entertaining. At I know I'm a jackass. He has no concept of his own jackassery and that's hilarious." Michael frowned at his brother. "You aren't a jackass. Don't get me wrong, a few years ago, you were a jackass and an idiot. You've straightened yourself out." Sam appeared uncomfortable at the compliment. "You still don't look too thrilled to see me," he told him. Michael sighed. "Look, I'm happy to see you. You'll probably make me want to kill you, but that's kind of how our brotherly dynamic works. I'm glad you're here," he told Sam. "What I'm mad about is that my son is a vampire, and I don't know what to do. The only idea we have of who could be the head vampire, the girl who got him into this, he has on a no-staking policy." Sam chuckled. "Boy, does this story sound familiar." Michael's hand shot out to smack Sam across the head, but he ducked the blow easily. "This is my son. I don't even have any clue of who the head vampire is or how to find him." he said sadly. "I'm afraid that I'm not going to be able to say him." Sammy looked at his brother sympathetically. "Well, then...it sounds like this girl might be a good place to start, huh?"

Michael looked at his brother. Finally, they agreed on something. "One question though," Michael asked Sammy. "How the hell did that guy get a stake through airport security?"

Sammy laughed. "Would you believe he had more trouble with the little bottle of holy water?"