A/N: Sorry this took so long; I really need to study for my algebra midterm. Sorry. Anyway, I have a few spare moments now, so here's the next installment.

After Candace's short-lived reunion with her childhood room of stress-relief, Candace finally calmed down enough to go back to her brothers' room, in which they were again arguing. "...What, so suddenly it's my fault that I 'look too scary', as you put it?" he said, putting air quotes to good use.

"Well, you didn't have to pull your hood down, I mean, what was your logic there?"

"Yes, rather than the efficiency of pulling my hood down then and there, we debate with her for hours until she has somewhat reasonable idea of what we are? That's a great idea!" Ferb commented sarcastically.

Then Candace interrupted, "Can you two shut up?!" after which they finally acknowledged that she was in the room.

"Oh! Candace, I uhh..." Phineas tried to look for a reasonable thing to say.

"Alright, I admit, it's a little odd to see my brothers as monsters- (er, no offense) but what really surprises me is that you two are arguing like crazy! I mean, when was the last time you've argued before you guys changed?

They thought for a moment.

"Never, am I wrong?" Candace broke the silence, "I mean, I guess you could kind of count that geek convention six years back but..."

"Naw, that was all Buford and Baljeet," Phineas corrected, "But I catch your drift."

"Then don't you two have the ability to stop?"

Phineas looked at Ferb. Ferb returned the glare with a red-eyed stare. Then they both turned to Candace.

"Alright," said Phineas.

"Alright, one last piece of business. Ferb, why are you talking so much?"

"That's kind of been a thing of his ever since you left for college this past year," Phineas replied while Ferb just shrugged.

"Alright then, I suppose it's not the oddest thing I've seen this past hour. I guess I'll unpack and leave you two alone," Candace remarked. She then walked out of the room.

"You know, she has a point Ferb, you have been acting out-of-character lately. Anyway, I guess..." Then Phineas looked up at Ferb to see a strained expression, Ferb not so much as breathing (of course, Phineas remembered, vampires don't exactly need to breathe unless they wanted to talk). Then, suddenly, he remembered the meaning of that expression. At first he thought that Ferb's target was him, then he recalled his sudden onslaught of monstrosity that left his blood smelling like a dog's. No, Ferb was not after his blood. But this only made him panic more, because it could only mean one thing: Ferb was going after Candace's blood.

Slowly, calmly, Ferb rose. He started walking as if in a trance out of the room, only to be thwarted by Phineas. Anger rushed through his veins; he would not be kept from blood by some putrid mutt. He lurched toward the door, but all he found there was a flash of red hair and a punch in the stomach that was obviously not given by a human.

Phineas had no idea what the heck he was doing. It seemed pretty reckless just running up to some bloodthirsty demon and trying to knock him out. Especially when he had no experience with actual fighting. He decided that since vampire-fighting wasn't exactly his strong suit (well, unless it happened to be the right time of month), he should probably try something he had more experience with: appealing to people's better nature.

He tried to think his way through this, 'Alright, so I know Ferb's got to be in there somewhere. Perhaps if I shut him up in here long enough I can talk him back to, uh... Ferbness, I guess...' So, going through with his plan, Phineas tangled his way around Ferb and locked the door. Then he tried, keeping in front of the door, to talk Ferb into sitting down on his bed- er, coffin. "Sit down right there and I'll go get her, okay?"

Ferb responded with a growl that probably meant something along the lines of "Really? Since when do I take orders from you?"

"Look, if you'd just sit down," Phineas said whilst gently pushing Ferb toward his coffin, "She'll be right here." He knew it wasn't going to work; even though Ferb was in animal mode, he wasn't an idiot.

"You're talking to me like I'm five! Now let me go before I behead you!"

"Do you even know who you're talking to?" Phineas asked. It was a longshot, but perhaps it would work. Perhaps.

"An idiotic, flea-ridden little creature!"

Phineas bit back what was going to be a rather rude comeback and instead said, "No Ferb, it's Phineas. Don't you remember me?"

Ferb seemed to contemplate this for a minute or so, then the strained expression turned into one of confusion. He mumbled in a barely audible voice, "Phineas?"

"Yeah?"

"What the heck just happened?"

"Truth be told, you really don't wanna know. Just don't ask."

"No really Phineas, what just happened?"

"Well..."

A/N: Was that long enough for you? Good. Anyway, see you!