I know its been a while… hope you enjoy! :)

Day three.

Fatch growled deeply from the back of his throat; his stomach felt as if three sharp knives were digging into it. Burning his very flesh and ripping him apart. It was all to clear the vampire was having a hard time of things. The creature was lying on the floor of Casper's room, on his right side as he was tightly clutching his stomach. He knew what was wrong. It was more than obvious. He was hungry.

This wasn't the typical hunger, however. He didn't need food, heck; he ate not even an hour ago. His stomach hurt long before that, mind you, but the food had managed to sooth it a bit. He hungered… for blood.

It was not abnormal. It had been three days now since he'd gotten a proper meal, which explained his good mood the day before. On the second day without his creature-based need, he'd feel great. Like he could cast a spell without it blowing up in his face. Like he could fly as a bat for hours without getting tired. Like he could hug Charlene! ... Ok, maybe not that last one. Charlene was the mother of his first adopted family, her and Frost. They had been his foe parents before he had met his real family. And lets just say… Fatch was more than relieved when he'd gotten away from them.

But back to the point. After the second day, that extra energy he had turns sour, causing his whole body to seemingly shut down. He'd feel weak, tired, powerless. His very insides would be in an intense pain from the lack of its needed nutrition. He knew he needed to hunt. And he knew it had to be tonight.

He also knew that, if he absolutely needed to, he could go a week without blood. But he couldn't risk scaring his ghostly hosts. They were kind enough to take him in for a week. The least he could do- the very least- was to keep himself in check. Under control. Not completely insane. And trust him when he says: you do NOT want to be around a vampire when it's hungry.

Fatch groaned and forced himself to sit up. He felt terrible, to say the very least. Though, he didn't want his mood to ruin anyone's day. He wanted to do the exact opposite. Maybe there was something he could do for the ghosts? He'd be willing to do anything to take his mind off this pain that kept biting at him. It was beginning to grow rather unbearable.

The creature child slowly stood up, and turned to head downstairs when his high tuned ears picked up on the four ghosts voices. Curious, he leaned forward to listen better.

" What do you mean we have no food? "

… Ok, that was CLEARLY Fatso. The ghosts were out of food…?

" You heard me. There's nothing left. "

That was probably Stretch.

" We'll have to be in Deeds town all day to get all those supplies back. And that won't be easy… we ARE ghosts, after all. "

Casper. Definitely Casper. Fatch couldn't really argue with what he just said. Ghosts weren't very camouflaged when around the humans. They were transparent, easy to spot. Getting groceries without being spotted was a difficult task.

" And what about our guest? "

… Stinky? The way he said that… it sounded like he didn't trust the vampire enough to leave him here alone.

" We can't exactly leave him here. Who knows what he'd do? "

Fatch had to fight off the urge to just match downstairs and rip the ghost's head off. Sure Fatch looked like a tough guy or a punk or some kind of freak, but it's not like he was gonna burn the freaking house down. He worst he'd do was is leave a few patches of blood on the wall. And even then the chances were slim.

" Uncle Stinky, what do you have against Fatch? "

Clearly Casper. The word "uncle" kinda gave that one away.

" He's got a nasty demonic aura around him. He's not what he seems. Perhaps he's even the long lost vampire prince. "

Immediately Fatch's eyes dilated at the last part. The prince... this was not good...

" He can't be Stinky. "

Was that Stretch...?

" The entire royal family has red in their hair. Fatch doesn't. Maybe he just has an unnaturally dark aura like Kibosh. "

Oh thank goodness Stretch thought of it that way. Fatch breathed out a soft sigh in relief as the other ghost seemed to drop the subject.

" Well... we still need to go shopping. We should probably get going before all the good food is bought. "

Fatso. Heh...

Fatch staggered back to his make shift bed on the ground and say down, his sore stomach beginning to bother him again. It was clear he needed to watch out for Stinky. He was a little too in touch with the vampire culture. Once false move, and he was history. He'd be forced out of hiding...

~An hour later~

The ghosts had finally left, meaning Fatch had until 6 when they came back. The creature walked into the living room, and made a rectangle with his thumb and index fingers, peering through them. He could see the lay out the ghosts had. Messy, to prove the house was haunted, yet clean, and free of bugs and rodents. Fatch smiled to himself and went off to find a broom. Once he found it, he grinned widely, grabbed it, and headed back to the living room. Raising the cleaning tool up high, the creature grinned deviously at his plan.

*Whack!*

Fatch huffed, slamming the broom to the ground again, trying to scare the rats outside. He was used to cleaning houses with rats. Or bugs. And slamming the broom around helps him relieve stress. Raging at the house was better than raging at a living person in his mind. One cannot physically hurt a house, but a living being is another story.

Fatch panted not, smiling weakly at the sight of being done with the house. And he did a pretty darn good job, if he did say so himself. Now to mow the lawn... Fun.

~With the ghosts~

Stinky looked around the milk isle as he remained invisible. He was trying desperately to keep his mind off the vampire, but couldn't for more than a minute. There was just something off about the boy. His very aura made him feel powerless. Why was that? Kibosh had once said that the underworld actually belonged to the vampires, not him, and that he was only ruling because of the absence of the royal families only known living heir to the throne. Why, Kibosh hadn't told him. He hadn't told anyone. But he did say that the vampire had an otherworldly power. A power that could very well lead to the destruction of the world.

And that was why Stinky couldn't shake the strange feeling he got from the vampire child in his house. The ghost shook his head and silently left the store. Maybe all he needed was some fresh air. At the very least it would calm him down for a little bit.

~With Fatch~

Fatch glanced up at the clock. It was five thirty now, and dinner was almost ready. The ghosts should be returning home soon as well. Perfect.

After the vampire had mowed, he came inside to cool off a bit, and start dinner. As he's probably said before, he enjoyed cooking. And he wasn't half bad at it either. He should be good, considering he's cooked for himself his whole life. The creature brought the spoon for the soup closer to his mouth, cooling it off a bit to prevent a burning tongue, and took a rather graceful sip.

" Hmmmm… "

He hummed softly.

" Maybe a bit more salt… "

Heheh… stupid perfectionist.

~30 minutes later~

Fatch set a small candle down at the center of the table and smiled at his handy work. Now that his chores and his excessive cooking was done, he could finally sit down and relax before the ghosts came home. Even if it would only be for a second. The creature had actually considered dressing nicely for the occasion, but almost immediately decided against it. He'd remembered that he hated dressing formally. Despised it, really.

The vampire slowly perked up upon hearing the door open; the ghosts were home. Heh… he'd been right about only sitting for a second. The creature slowly, and a bit painfully, stood up and went over to greet the others. Upon seeing the ghost's faces, he smiled. It was priceless seeing their gawked expressions.

" Welcome home. "

He said in a gentlemanly voice.

" May I escort you to your seats? "

The ghosts merely followed due to their lack of words.

The meal remained rather quiet as the four enjoyed their meals. How Fatch had done this, they'd probably never know. But what they did know was that this was one of the best meals they'd ever had. The vampire was, again, a really good cook.

" This is really good Fatch. "

Casper finally said, breaking the silence. Fatch smiled in a small form of thank you, blushing a bit at the sudden attention.

" How did you do all this? "

Casper asked gently. The vampire just looked down and twiddled his thumbs a bit.

" I just… did it… I guess… "

They'd accept that. It was much better than nothing.

~Later that night~

The ghostly trio all sat around the living room, each reading their own individual book. Fatch and Casper had gone to bed a few hours ago, about two maybe (it was midnight now) and the three had nothing better to do. And besides, reading wasn't a BAD thing. Reading was actually wonderful to Stinky in-particular. He'd always liked reading. Ever since he was a little boy. He never truly understood it, but it wasn't a bad habit. And it definitely beat cleaning the toilet, or something.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Stinky blinked and put his book down. Who on earth would be here at this time of night? The older ghost flew over to the door and quickly answered it. And was he ever shocked by who was there. It was the green ghost, and the ruler of the underworld: Kibosh himself.

His face was so serious... was something wrong? Unable to talk for whatever reason, Stinky motioned him inside.

Kibosh floated in the middle of the living room, his eyes not leaving any of the ghostly trio.

" To what do we owe this visit, Kibosh sir? "

Stretch asked gently. The powerful ghost merely frowned in response.

" I have come to speak with Fatch. "

Uh oh...

" Whatever for? "

Fatso questioned.

" Is he in trouble? "

" No. But it is of grave importance that I speak with him. He is not what he seems. "

Wait. So Kibosh could sense it too? Stinky shook his head, his curiosity getting the better of him.

" How? "

Kibosh sighed, motioning for the three to sit down. He knew this story might take a while. He himself sat down, ready to reveal the truth.

" ... You all know the story of the royal vampire family, correct? "

" Yeah. "

Stinky answered.

" They were the descendants of the very first vampire ever to exist. "

" And they had a very strange power. Though only a select few people know what it is. "

Stretch added, turning to Fatso who'd decided to finish off.

" They were killed inside their home about five years ago, and it's rumored that one of their children survived. "

Kibosh nodded. They were all correct.

" I believe that Fatch is the prince we've long been searching for. "

He concluded. At the others blank expressions, he continued.

" His aura is darker than a demon's. Heck, it is THAT of a demon's. He has all the signs of being of royal blood. I didn't want to believe it at first, but there really is no other explanation. How else could he be so fast and strong? How else could he be capable of using both magic and regular hunting instincts? "

" But sir... "

Kibosh turned to Stinky once more.

" Didn't the royal family have red in their hair? "

That was truly a good point. But also a simple explanation. The child more than likely dyed it white to remain hidden. Kibosh said exactly those words as he stood up. Or rather floated up.

" Where is he? "

Stretch pointed up to Casper's room. The green ghost wasted no time floating up there. Once up there, however, they all gained a serious fright: Fatch wasn't there.

Part two will be here soon! Reviews are deeply appreciated. Sorry I've been so slow with my posts to. I try not to rush them... :'(