The last chapter was a little bad, and I apologize for that. But it had to be told. It's part of Fatch's life. Hopefully this ones better. Enjoy!

P.S. This is after Dusk saved Fatch. I don't wish to rewrite it, and if you don't remember, read chapter 10.

Fatch clutched at his waist line with his good hand, trying not to whine. The child had spent the day in bed after the attack, and was on a steady road to recovery. The worst he had was cuts on his back and waist, burnt feet, and a broken arm. How that last one happened, he wasn't sure. It must've happened when he was fading out of consciousness. But now he was on Dusk's upper right arm, and being carried to his house. Dusk had been TRYING to explain the significance of his red hair, but Fatch just couldn't seem to grasp it. But he did get that it meant they were related. Apparently only one specific family had red color in their hair, or something. So, basically, Dusk was his big brother. Which was MORE than ok with the other.

" Um... "

Fatch murmured.

" ... I-I can walk... "

Dusk merely snorted at this.

" Not with those feet you can't. What exactly happened yesterday? "

The child blushed furiously and shook his head.

" Ran away... got caught... got attacked by Charlene and Frost. That's about it. "

Dusk obviously didn't believe him, but seemed to drop the subject. Finally the two reached a door, which was to a rather large but low key house. Fatch kind of liked it to be honest.

" This is our house Fatch. "

Dusk explained softly.

" I told mom and dad you were coming. "

Fatch whimpered a bit, nervous to say the very least. What if they didn't like him? What if they didn't believe he was their son? What if they were just as bad as Frost and Charlene? Well... that last one wasn't really a problem. Dusk lived here and he turned out fine. He gulped as the other opened the door.

" Hey mom! "

The tall one called in a kind way.

" We're home! "

Within a matter of seconds, five vampires had raced up to them, three of them being children. Fatch looked up at the taller female (as there were three) and simply stared in curiosity. She looked kind... the woman seemed to be tearing up and soon rushed forward, bringing him into a tight embrace.

" Oh Fatch! "

She cried.

" I'm so glad you're safe! "

Fatch choked a bit, unable to breath properly. Though, he really did enjoy the strange, choking affection. He slowly wrapped his arms around her neck, hugging her back just as affectionately. The woman-no, MOM- pulled away and stared him in the eyes, tears clinging to her eyes.

" Oh I'm so glad you're ok! Did they hurt you to much?! Did they feed you right?! Did they- "

" Dawn! "

A new voice arose, sounding deep and kind. Fatch turned to stare his father right in the face. He seemed nice as well. The father smiled and carefully scooped him up in his arms.

" You're smothering him. "

Dawn blushed a deep crimson and folded her hands behind her back. The male then carried Fatch over to the white clothed table and sat him down on it. He appeared to be inspecting his injuries.

" Hmm... "

He hummed.

" Dusk, where are his injuries? "

Dusk seemed all to willing to point them out.

" His back, torso, arm and feet. He didn't mention anything else. "

" Hmm... "

The older hummed again, his ruby eyes narrowing. He then knelt down and placed his hands on his shoulders.

" Did you get hit anywhere else my son?"

Fatch could feel his face heat up at the question and as all eyes fell on his. There was many places where he got hit, some more embarrassing than others. Some he'd rather keep hidden. But these people were his family. According to Dusk, that is. And they were being so kind. The least he could do is tell them something. No one had cared about him this much before...

" ... My... head and eyes kind of hurt... "

The second one seemed to alarm the other. The older stared deep into his child's eyes, trying to see if anything was "off". And indeed there was. His eyes were a darker shade of red than a normal vampires. Which was a pretty obvious sign he'd been hit in the face a lot. It wasn't very serious, just concerning. The older shook his head, placing a smile on his face.

" You'll be ok. It doesn't look bad. "

Fatch smiled warmly. These people were so kind... he knew he was going to like having a REAL family.

The child-no, PRINCE-was getting settled in his room, a smile refusing to leave his facial features. He was just so... happy. People actually cared about him here. It was late now, and he was getting ready for bed. He just loved everything about this place. His sisters Midnight and little Katie, his brothers Dusk and Marco, and his parents. Everything just seemed so perfect here.

Now, he wasn't gonna lie, he WAS afraid that this was all a dream and that tomorrow he'd wake up to face Frost and Charlene's wrath. He knew they were dead now, but he just couldn't help worrying about it. The boy sighed and crawled under his covers. Now was no time to be paranoid. There was a whole new life in front of him now. And he was looking forward to embrace it. He was even going to get the chance to go to school on the seventh. That was only two days away! He'd always wanted to go to school. One, it gave him the chance to be normal. And two, he wanted to learn. He'd known for a long time that he'd had a photographic memory. He figured he'd do great in school. He was ready... ready to get some sleep. Thinking about this now would just make time seem slow, and that was the last thing he needed. Fatch yawned and pulled the covers up close, snuggling into the sweet lull of dreamland.

Sorry if this is short. I kind of ran out of ideas for this chapter mid way through it. ^.^' But it was still a necessary chapter! Hope you enjoyed though!