This will just be a nice little chapter. I will do some back ground chapters later, but for now, it'll be nice and simple. Hope you like!

A week had past since Richard had been sent to the hospital, and the boy was on a speedy road to recovery. His chest wasn't bleeding anymore, his ribs weren't hurting anymore, and his head was clearing up nicely. He also seemed a little more cheery than he normally was. It was refreshing to see really.

Thatch was also in a better mood. He was talking to the table group heartily, and his nose was even healing quickly. And when the school day was over, he'd rush over to meet Richard at the park. Sometimes Richard insisted on taking Jimmy with them, which Thatch greatly disapproved of, but allowed it anyway since Richard WAS his best friend.

It was strange... but every time Thatch went off to see Richard, he seemed to get happier. That was how everyone knew that Thatch actually DID care about the boy. That, and the fact that he was willing to save his life. No one had ever thought Thatch could care about a human. At least not this much.

Casper had to try his best not to tell his friends what he'd seen. After all... Thatch might end up wanting to murder him if he did. But he didn't know how much longer he could keep it a secret. It was eating him up to no end. He HAD to tell someone. Someone who was close enough to Thatch not to have Thatch freak out.

But that was the problem! The only person close enough to Thatch was Fatch, and he freakin DESPISED humans! He'd freak out!

The ghost turned to the two vampires across the way, finding the younger scribbling in his notebook, while the older stole glances at him. It was obvious he was wondering why. Thatch was so cheerful. But Casper assumed every creature was wondering what was going on.

Turning over to look at Ms. Heady, Casper found that she was wrapping things up, much to his relief. He couldn't take it. He had to tell Fatch what was going on. Besides, it's not like Fatch would kill Richard. The vampire may hate humans more than anything, but he'd never kill one. He said it was because he didn't want to attract a hunters attention.

The bell rang, the little creatures rising from their seats. The ghost rushed over to the older creature, gently tapping his shoulder. Fatch jumped slightly at the physical contact, turning towards the ghost.

" Dude. "

He said, smirking a bit.

" Please don't touch. I'm in attack mode right now. "

Oh great. That meant Fatch was in an extra violent mood today. Now Casper was second guessing telling him...Fatch's expression softened, smiling at the ghost.

" Really Casper. What's up? "

" Well, eh... "

Casper was so unbelievably nervous. What if Fatch freaked out...?

" Thatch met up with his old friend Richard. "

To the ghosts surprise, Fatch smiled.

" That's why he's been so happy lately? Cool. "

" But... Richard... isn't... a creature... "

Casper had been right to worry about Fatch freaking out. The vampires right eye was twitching horribly, and his fists were clenched so tight his crimson claws were digging into the palms of his hand, drawing blood.

Slowly, the vampire drew a shaky breath, sighing and forcing himself to grin.

" Good for him... "

Casper flinched, hands lifted in defense.

" Fatch? Are you ok? "

" Just... fine. "

Before Casper could say anything else, Fatch zipped off, to fast for Casper to follow. The ghost was seriously hoping nothing bad would happen because of this...

" Remember that time when you climbed up that tree and you were too scared to climb back down? "

Thatch laughed, looking straight at the human.

" Yeah I remember. "

Richard responded, crossing his arms and glaring playfully at the vampire.

" I also remember how you flew up to get me, but ended up getting caught in the branches. You wouldn't fly for weeks! "

Thatch blushed as the human laughed, crossing his arms in frustration. Yet he still had a smile plastered on his face.

The duo were wandering around the park, just talking about things they remembered. Mostly they were embarrassing, such as the tree thing. It was kinda nice to just hang out again. It HAD been four years after all.

" So. "

Thatch asked, trying to change the subject.

" How was Twilight Town? "

Richard quickly stopped laughing, actually looking a bit terrified by the thought.

" Eh... it was a pretty little town, but... the creatures there were so violent. Werewolves and vampires often tried to maul people. So, uh, yeah. I'm kinda glad I came back to Deedstown. "

" Oh. Well... were the creatures really that bad? "

" No. Some were nice. They were mainly just violent. Nothing could ever make me hate creatures. "

Thatch smiled brightly, trying to keep his fangs hidden.

" Loyal little human. "

" I have a question for you now. When did you enroll in scare school? I never took you for a scary type. "

Thatch completely stopped walking, looking almost mortified by the memory. His whole body shook, the pain from that day actually coming back. Luckily for him, Richard noticed and frowned.

" N-never mind. Forget I even asked. "

The vampire sighed in great relief.

" Let's get going. "

He said softly.

" It's getting late. "

Richard made a face, clearly worrying for his vampire friend. Why did he react so poorly when he asked that? It's not like enrolling in scare school was a BAD thing... was it?

A bit of a boring chapter... sorry. Hope you liked it though! :D