A/N: Whoooo! I finally update mwahahahahh!

All characters belong to their respective owners. Only the name "Bein Kin Seung" belongs to me.

Chapter 4:

Ben tilted his head, confused. It was strange that a man that young would know his grandfather. Stranger still was that he somehow knew of that night's incident.

"Who was at the door, Ben?" he heard his grandpa ask from inside the RV.

"No one, sir. Just someone called Bein saying he was sorry," the boy answered as he made his way into his little bed. Max stared at the sleeping child and let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm getting too old for this," he said to himself while he headed inside. As he fell asleep, he began to hear a piano play.

Funny, the RV doesn't have a piano, he thought while drifting into his dreams.

The next morning, everything was as it should be…well most of it. Grandpa was eerily quiet that morning and it frightened the kids. Gwen was already used to chatting with him and Ben was accustomed to his wise words. Then the boy thought of the previous night's mishap.

"Grandpa, who's Bein?" he dared to ask.

"You remember him?" Grandpa asked with worry thick in his voice.

"Well, yeah. He came over to apologize for what happened with those men yesterday.

Grandpa looked down on to the floor and rubbed his temples. Everything was happening too fast…at this rate, the prince wouldn't live to see another the next Red Moon, the prince being his own 'grandson'.

"Ben, Gwen, Promise me this. You will stay away from that man and anything related to him. He is a dangerous and person and nothing good will ever come from him. Do you understand me?" he warned with a grave tone.

"Ok grandpa…"they both replied with some disappointment. The elder man smiled and got the engine running…but to no avail.

"Hmm…I could've sworn that I filled that tank at the last city," Grandpa thought out loud while walking towards the outer container. He noticed that the reservoir had been slashed open by what look like claws.

"How dare you spread lies about me," the all too familiar voice of Bein growled behind him.

The old man turned around to face his old partner glare at him and sighed.

"I have no choice. One, he doesn't need to find out. Two, we were attacked remember? I can't--" he began to explain.

"Lies. Name the traitors so that they are properly punished," Bein cut off, raising his thumb and touching his chest with it…the old Roman sign of execution. He then softened his expression and mumbled, "As long as he doesn't see the Red Moon, then there's no need."

"What if he already did?"

"…"

"What then, Bein! What will happen to my grandson?" Max urged with terror at the possibilities.

"…"

"Answer me please!"

"He will…" the vampire overlord began, but a sudden attack from Hotshot knocked him into the floor.

"Hey you! GET AWAY FROM MY GRANDPA!" the walking inferno demanded as the vampire struggled to get up. Hotspot poised for another attack but the vampire had already gained its unearthly balance and in a split second, was comfortably poised between the fire creature's neck and wrist.

"What the heck are you doing!" it cried out.

"Disabling you, that what," he answered as his claw slit a certain part of the magma and his fang dug into a main artery.

"BEIN, STOP! You don't know what you're doing!" Max yelled out, but it was too late.

Hotshot fell limply on the vampire's arm. Just as Bein closed in for the final bite, the Omnitrix powered down, transforming Hotshot into poor Ben.

Bein gasped in horror while the blood trickled down the boy's fragile neck and wrist…

…He had nearly killed his own child!

A/N: Dum Dum dum! Cliffhanger:D