Disclaimer: I only own Heather Dunbar and her side of the family.

(Total Insanity helped with chapter! Thanks buddy!)

Take this as tomorrow

The table was set beautifully.

Heather and her friends marveled at the exquisite cherry and mahogony wooded dining room.

Mr. Dunbar had spared no expense in making his wife and children comfortable.

Hannibal Lector graciously pulled the chair out for the ladies, earning a kiss from Georgiana, and a kind smile from Heather.

Mr. Dunbar and the rest of the party sat down, said grace, and filled their plates.

"So, Frederick, on one of Heather's rare calls home she informs me that she's pregnant by a wonderful man...I take that to mean you..." Mr. Dunbar glared over the table.

Freddy's blue eyes were nervous.

Heather squeezed his hand under the table for reassureance.

Mr. Dunbar, smelling trouble (and something burning), asked the first question.

"Where did you and Heather meet exactly Frederick?

"Well I..."

Georgiana snorted, "At that strip club, you know, the one Heather works at? The one Hannibal has seen you at when you tell your wife your working, and your actually hit'in it with..."

Hannibal grabbed her knee causing her to shut up.

Freddy's eyes grew wide as Heather's father glared at him.

"No, I swear I didn't! She was my assistant in Hollywood..."

Candy, Heather's sister was a total Daddy's girl in everyway... It was sickening.

Candy was staring at Freddy with moderate intrest.

"So you chose to get laid by an old guy...why?" Candy asked prissily.

"And Dad isn't old?" Heather quipped.

The Dunbars ignored the comment.

The sisters were always argueing.

"Who did Josh Marchon take to prom?" Candy yelled back.

Heather was turning an annoyed shade of pink.

Freddy squeezed her hand under the table.

She smiled at him.

Mr. Dunbar wanting to make Heather's fiance feel unwelcome, began a speech.

"I hope you realize you have broken a strict family tradition of no love-making until after marriage..."

Dispite Hannibal's pleas, Georgiana again intercepted, laughing:

"Ouch, Freddy, you have got a lot of explaining to do there! See Mr. Dunbar, Freddy has 'control issues' and can't keep his..." (Suggestive pause) "In his pants for more than fifteen minutes when he's around Heather. I'd evacuate the room in eight minutes-the fifteen minutes are almost up!"

Hannibal's hand creeped up.

Silence fell on the table once again.

"Heather?" Freddy whispered urgently.

Heather's head turned to him, her brown eyes full of concern.

"Yes Darling?"

"I think I'm turning back into..."

With a blink of an eye Freddy was his old claw bearing self.

" A Dream Demon?" Heather finished.

Hannibal had his head in his hands, and the Dunbar's were staring in gruesome fasination at Freddy.

"Charming." Candy squeaked, toying with her potatoes.

"Is it just me, or do you smell something burning?" Candy asked cruely realizing Freddy was self concious.

Freddy flexed his hand muscles, used to getting rid of annoyances.

Heather knew how to really relax Freddy, for a few minutes anyway.

She leaned forward and licked Freddy's cheek.

He felt her warm breath.

He restrained himself from going any further.

"Nope. Not Freddy this time."

The Dunbar parents gasped.

Candy's eyes bulged from her head.

"DADDY?!"

Mr. Dunbar found his voice.

"Heather?!"

Heather smirked at her father and sister, but did set herself right in the chair.

Georgiana took up for the couple at the end of the table.

"No, that's just me and Hannibal after one of our...lovey sessions together. Yummy! Right Hanny?!"

Mr. Dunbar found his voice after nodding at Hannibal, who was shrugging.

"I'm the owner of over fifty estates all over America in Hyde Park, Hollywood, Costa Verde, Baltimore, L.A., and Los Vegas...Not to mention my numourous yachts, and finally my car garage...What do you own?"

Freddy thought for a moment.

Georgiana was silent.

"You want to answer?"

She snapped to attention.

"Oh, He owns nothing but the sweater on his burned back, and Fifteen or so little girls in night gowns, and a delapidated old house on Elm Street!"

Heather's mother changed the subject.

"Isn't Heather a little older than what your used to? Don't you rape small children?..."

Heather gasped.

"MOTHER?!"

Freddy put his arm around her.

"Heather, let the woman finish, I'm interested in what she has to say."

Heather looked at Freddy.

"You can't be serious..."

His silence screamed that he was.

With his left hand he motioned for Mrs. Dunbar to continue.

"Or does Heather look so young that you've mistaken her for one?"

Freddy glanced at Hannibal who (reluctantly) let go of Georgiana.

"Puh-leeeeeesea, Heather? To old for him?..."

Georgiana leaned over toward the Dunbars.

"Well don't tell anyone, but, Heather dresses up as a school girl while doing role-play with Freddy."

The Dunbar's gasped collectivly.

"I'm so blogging about this!" Candy squealed.

Freddy nodded appriciativly at Georgiana.

"I enjoy your perverted sense of humor...Carry on."

"I'm not perverted!" Georgiana cried.

"Come on Hanny! Let's go spy on some sexy guys through windows..."

Hannibal shook his head.

"What did I do to deserve this?! Coming love...Freddy help me!" Hannibal hissed.

"Some movie star guy lives next door, I mean he must be stud of the year...Did you see his abs?! He's so hot you could bake cookies on him." Heather admonished.

"Well fine then..." Freddy said folding his arms across his chest.

Heather leaned over resting her head on his shoulder.

"Your my Dreamy Demon and you know it! Besides, I really could bake cookies on you."

Freddy smiled.

"Come on guys, I love cookies!"

The procession made their way to the door.

Heather jumped up looking around at her proper family.

"Guys, don't leave me here alone with them!"

Everyone sighed and returned to the table.

"And I wanted cookies..." Freddy sighed.

Heather grabbed his hand.

"There's chocolate and vanilla pudding for dessert, is that better?"

Freddy blushed looking at Hannibal.

"Funny, thing about that, I'm going to save myself the embaressment of explaining why, just don't eat the vanilla."

Candy snorted unlady-like.

"Heather's fiance was freaking the bowl."

Hannibal went white.

"FREDDY?! I wasn't being literal!"

Freddy winced,

"My bad."

Heather began laughing uncontrollably.

Candy glared daggers at Heather and haughtily spit at Freddy:

"Bowl Rapist."

"Bra Stuffer!" Georgiana and Heather shouted together.

Candy scoffed.

"I paid good money for these just so I wouldn't have to stuff!"

A chick fight followed suit.

During the ruckus Freddy and Mr. Dunbar rounded the table to Hannibal who had his cell phone out.

Whispering, Freddy asked: "Tell me your getting this?!"

Hannibal held up the cellphone.

"I'm getting it okay?"

Heather, meanwhile, had Candy locked in mortal combat, and was sitting on her.

"You should be ashamed of yourself! And our parents encourage this behavior?"

She smacked Candy in the head.

"Ladies don't beat the crap out of one another...unless necessary."

Freddy and Hannibal were cracking up.

Mr. Dunbar was seething mad however, his face contorted with rage.

He jumped up and slammed his fists against the table.

"I invited you all here for this family get together, so I could meet my eldest daughter's fiance, and I get a bunch of perverted teenagers...with the exception of Freddy who is just as bad as the rest of you, and he's a grown man!"

Heather cut in.

"Daddy, I'm nineteen so don't say eldest...It makes me sound like I have wrinkles."

Heather's mother cut in just then blinking at her husband.

"Just because they want to spy on hot men through windows? That doesn't make them perverted...I do that all the time when your away at the strip club..."

Heather winked at her mother who she was beginning to like.

"Sorry to burst your bubble Dad; your out numbered."

From the livingroom Georgiana yelled:

"Sperm Bubble!"

Hannbal's groan was heard as they staggered to the doorway dishevled.

"You ain't lying sister."

Candy latched onto her Father's arm.

"Tell them to get lost Daddy!"

"Yes, Tell us to get lost Daddy!" Freddy mimicked.

Mr. Dunbar was at wits end, and in a desprate attempt to restore order to his home...

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

The guests scurried from the house.

Heather turned around to yell a hurried goodbye to her mother.

Once they were in the shelter of the trees lining the side walk they began talking.

Georgiana first as always.

She let out a low whistle.

"Damn I'm horny."

Freddy looked over at her keeping his arm around Heather.

"True to that Bitch!"

Freddy pulled Heather to a stop and fully wrapped his arms around her and was hungrily kissing her neck.

Hannibal took Freddy's lead and hungrily bit Georgiana's shoulder.

"Anyone hungry? We didn't get to eat much..."

Freddy stopped after Heather pushed him off.

"Am I getting carried away?"

Heather nodded yes.

"Give me your cell-I wanna post the video to hellonyoutube."

Hannibal pulled the phone away.

"I want all the credit for the perverted girl and annoying girl fighting, and finally the cute girl finishing off the annoying girl."

Hannibal winked at Heather who blushed slightly.

It warmed everyone to see her happy like this.

Again Freddy was himself, blonde hair and everything.

He pulled out a pack of cigerettes and a lighter.

Heather looked at them with disgust.

"I'm not kissing you if you smoke..."

He put it back in the pack.

"I'll try to quit."

Hannibal couldn't resist.

"I'd be best for all of us smoky."

Freddy chased Hannibal around the girls and up the street screaming:

"Hannibal get back here! I'll only kill you!"

The girls hung back laughing.

"Boys will be boys..." Heather choked.