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Fatch rubbed his eye tiredly, slowly turning off the water from the sink and bringing the cool glass up to his lips to drink. It was midnight of the next day now, and the creature was having trouble sleeping. His mind was doing flips, trying to think of a way to keep his identity hidden.

Five ghosts knew who he was; Stretch, Stinky, Fatso, Casper and Kibosh. The first four he wasn't too worried about. Who were Casper's uncles going to tell? Honestly? And Casper was too nice to tell if he didn't want him to. But Kibosh... he was a completely different story.

The green ghost was the current fill-in ruler of the underworld. He might kill him for trying to take his rightful place on the throne. Fatch was only seventeen, going on eighteen in winter. He was NOT ready to die anytime soon. The vampire growled, his fist clenching in slight aggravation.

The sound of shattering glass filled the room, causing the creature to look down at his feet. Glass was scattered across the floor... along with a few spots of blood. Fatch quickly looked at his hand, finding the blood was coming from him. The crimson liquid was dripping off his hand, forming a tiny pool of it on the ground. Funny... he hasn't even noticed the shards pierce his skin. He slowly unclenched his fist and began pulling the shards out of his flesh.

" Didn't that hurt? "

Fatch jumped and turned around to face the LAST person he'd expect to see in Lexi's house: Kibosh. Though, he was relieved to find it was no one of significant importance.

" ... No. Not really. "

Truth was, even after he'd figured out there was glass on his hand, it STILL didn't hurt. Was that a bad sign? Fatch then crossed his arms, glaring daggers at the older ghost.

" Why are you here? "

Kibosh merely smiled. Which was the exact opposite of what the other thought he'd do.

" It's been years, Fatch Eliuh Ramirez. "

Fatch immediately began to panic upon the mention of his full name. No one knew his LAST name, let alone his middle name. Especially not his middle name. How did Kibosh know who he was? He hadn't even knew who the ghost himself was until he came to school...

" H-how do you...? "

" Heh... I'm not surprised you don't remember me... "

The green one said with a small smile. He floated over and placed a his shoulder.

" After all... the last time I've seen you was when you were a baby. "

The creatures eyes dilated; Kibosh had met him when he was a baby? Be-before he had been kidnapped? The older creature knelt down and took a firm hold of his shoulders.

" I know you don't remember me... but I've known you for a while. "

He explained.

" Your mother- "

This immediately caught the vampires attention.

" -had been so upset when that woman stole you out of your crib. "

Fatch had to try his best not to snort. He had a hard time believing his word. The only member of his family that had ever given him the time of day was Dusk. Dusk was the one who had protected him... when Frost and Charlene tried to kill him.

" Tell me Fatch. "

Kibosh continued.

" What was your opinion on your family? "

Why that question hurt his heart so much, he was a little unsure. He knew his family loved him. Well... except for Marco... they just hadn't shown it until it was nearly to late.

" Who were you closest to? "

" ... Dusk. "

He finally answered. Kibosh seemed satisfied by this answer.

" And why is that? "

" ... He... he saved my life... "

THIS answer seemed to concern the ghost.

" How? "

Fatch fell silent, truly not wishing to remember that day. It was still burned in the back of his skull. Why did the ghost even care? Kibosh lifted the younger ones chin up a bit to get his to look at him.

" Can you tell me about it? "

The child sighed, realizing the other wasn't going to drop the subject. Slowly, he began to speak of the day.

Fatch gave out a muffled scream as the hot, thorny whip made contact with his back again. The poor child, who couldn't be more than eight, was suspended from the ground, mouth gagged with an old cloth. Charlene, the black haired vampire with a little blue dress, was grinning like a maniac as she whipped him.

" You ungrateful little brat. "

She hissed.

" We've given you a nice roof over your head, and you repay us be running away?! "

If Fatch could, he would've said its because of the way they treated him that made him run away in the first place. Who in their right mind would continue living in this hell hole? Most kids wondered what was their next birthday present. What was the latest trends. What was the coolest available video game. Fatch... he wondered when his next beating would be, and what kind it would be.

The child let out another muffled scream as Frost's claws made their way across his waist line. He could feel his grip on reality beginning to fade away, and was sure death was beginning to claim him. So, naturally, what happened next surprised him greatly.

Dusk kicked down the door, holding what seemed like a gun in his hand. The creature still wore the similar attire he wore when he died, but he wore a red hat that held his hair in place under it.

He wasted no time shooting Frost and Charlene through the head. The tall one then rushed over and cut Fatch down, catching him with ease and laying him on the ground. He placed his hands on the child's pale cheeks.

" Fatch?! "

He said in a panicked voice.

" Come on Fatch, stay with me! "

The child's unfocused eyes cleared up a bit, turning to look at Dusk before he smiled weakly.

" ... D-Dusk...? "

Dusk sighed in great relief and brought the other into a tight embrace.

" Dusk hadn't even known I was his brother... "

Fatch concluded.

" And he saved me anyway... "

Kibosh could only stare in shock as the prince was finishing up.

" I really consider him a close friend and a great big brother... there isn't many people I can say that about... "

He now looked the ghost in the eyes, a glare that kept the other frozen in place sending shivers down his back.

" Now answer me this. How did you know me when I was younger? "

Kibosh relaxed a bit as the question seemed rather harmless.

" I make a point to keep contact with the first created creatures and, or their descendants. "

That made sense. Kibosh WAS a powerful being himself, so being friends with the alphas (first ever of a certain species to exist) and their descendants was a rather strategic move. Fatch then sighed as a thought crossed his mind. Now that his identity was for sure out of the bag, what was the ghost going to do with him?

" ... So what now? "

He questioned.

" Are you gonna kick me out of scare school? "

Kibosh made a face, as if he found the idea absolutely absurd.

" Goodness no! Having the vampire prince at our humble little school would be quite the honor! "

He blurted out.

" Even IF you are a little too old for it! "

Fatch tried not to laugh at the others joke.

" Well ok then! I guess I'll stay! "

" Oh, but you have to wash the dye out of your hair first. "

This statement frightened him. He DID love the red in his hair, but what would the others think of him...?

" ... I'll think about it then. For now though, you should probably leave. "

Kibosh nodded in content.

" Fine. See you when school starts back up again, Fatch Ramirez. "

Once the ghost left, Fatch made his way back to bed. This whole evening felt a little crazy to him. Pulling out his journal, he sighed and scribbled out a poem.

The past is catching up

I can say I hate my past life

My current one is changing

But will I like the new life?

Aw... things are getting intense. R&R!