Pete was back in the warehouse. Their homey, old warehouse. He had his arms wrapped around himself, so he must have been cold, but he really didn't know. He was looking around at the place they had lived in for years. It felt like he had just woken up there after a normal day's sleep.

But The Baron was right there in front of him. He was clapping his gloved hands and laughing, his white, fanged, eerie grin shining from under the brim of his fedora.

Pete bared his teeth as his breathing quickened. "Go away! This is my house!"

The Baron stopped laughing and clapping to just smile at him. "You wish."

"AAagh!" Pete jolted upright. He was in the RV, he was on his uncomfortably small sofa bed, and the blinds were, as usual, closed. At the moment, a painkiller or six also sounded really good for about ten different reasons, but he first considered waking up the others. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning with a family still sleeping. Except there may not be any presents under my tree. Thinking about how vaguely sexual that sounded, he swung his feet out of bed and landed on Andy.

"Uuuuhn!" Andy gasped. "What? What's happening?" He shook his head as Pete stumbled away. "Get your Pete feet away from me… oh hey, wait, you're awake!" He grabbed his glasses from the table and put them on as he got up from under the quilt he wrapped himself up in on the floor. "Are you okay? How do you feel? Did it work? Can I see your teeth? Do you have a pulse? What's up?!"

Pete stared back at him with wide eyes. He just stared, then said, "Why are you lying on the floor next to my bed?"

Andy rolled his eyes. "Well, Pete, I'm sorry. You didn't just undergo some huge transformation that involves you gaining life back in your body."

Now that Pete's being difficult had been responded to with sarcasm, he couldn't just back down. He crossed his arms over his pale bare chest. "That doesn't explain why you're sleeping next to me. Maybe more happened to me than I thought after I took that mixture."

Andy smiled and gave a little happy hop in the air. "Hey! WHY are we arguing?! You're not a vampire anymore! Wake the others! We need to celebrate and-" He stopped short. "You're not a vampire anymore, right?"

Pete was back to wide-eyed staring. "I-I-I don't know. I think. I should. I should, I mean, not be… I haven't tested it. I don't know!"

Andy thought about it for a second. He took out his cell phone and checked the time. "Well, it's about nine A.M. I know one way for sure we could check."

"No… wait, don't-!" Pete shrank to the floor as Andy whipped the blinds open.

Nothing happened.

Pete remained curled in a little ball.

Andy laughed. "Stop that! You need to get a tan! Starting now!"

Pete remained curled up in the middle of the patch of sunlight, but murmured. "Hooollllyyy shittuh."

"WHAT is that friggin' LIGHT?" Joe took a long time and a lot of noise getting out of bed. He finally did and walked up to where Pete was. Sleepy as he was, Joe spent a while looking at Pete and the window. Finally, it clicked. He smiled, pointed at Pete, and shouted, "MORTAL!"

Pete finally straightened himself up. "That wasn't the first word I thought of, but-" Interrupted by a tackle-hug-assault from Joe.

"That was a tackle glomp!" Joe announced a few seconds after he got up. "I read about them online! I always thought to myself, 'Oh, it would be funny to tackle glomp Pete just to see what he'd do!' But then I knew you'd beat the crap out of me because you're a vampire! Now you can't, 'cause you're NOT, and I wasn't going to do it anyway, but I'm just…" Long breath. "EXCITED 'cause you're mortal and normal now."

Pete got up. "Well, I also can't HEAL like normal anymore, so keep that in mind. But that was a pretty good monologue otherwise."

"I'm gonna squeal like a little girl!" Andy said.

Patrick joined the happy circle. "Congratulations, Pete!"

Pete made a face at his mellow congrats. "Nice buzz kill, Patrick."

Patrick looked offended. "Sorry."

Pete suddenly looked horrified. "Wait… wait… this isn't right… I still have a fang!"

The offense on Patrick's face turned to confusion. "Only one?"

"You've also got a little red on you," Andy said.

"Huh?"

"On your chin."

Pete rubbed at it. "That's… that's blood."

Andy turned to Joe. "Why'd you tackle glomp him?!"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time!"

"I'm going to the mirror!" Pete pushed past them, but stopped and grabbed his foot. "OH, what the fuck?!"

Patrick bent down. "This is… your other fang." He showed it to him. There was some blood on it.

"What the fuck?" Pete repeated.

Patrick didn't respond for a second. He thought about it, then nodded. "Wait, oh. Ohhh. I see what happened." He raised up his hand. "Open your mouth."

Pete opened his mouth.

Patrick quickly reached in and popped out the other fang with ease. He smiled while he looked at the fangs. "You want to keep these for nostalgia's sake?"

Pete went over to the mirror anyway. "No fangs! It looks so… weird!" His look turned to another one of horror.

Patrick grabbed his hat (of course he was wearing a hat this entire time). "What?! What is it now?!"

Pete blinked. "I'm shirtless!"

"…What?"

"Did you guys UNDRESS me after I passed out?" He gave them a look that said I'm severely violated.

Patrick didn't say anything. He looked at the other two for backup, but Andy looked away and Joe actually said, "You are so on your own with this one."

Patrick gathered his defense and said, "Well, sorry, I didn't know how horribly uncomfortable you were at the time. I thought you might be more comfortable, I don't know, shirtless. I left your pants on!"

"And you took of my shoes and socks!" Pete continued. "You touched my feet! No one should ever touch my feet!"

"Once AGAIN, I'm SORRY, I didn't know you were such DELICATE SPECIMEN and that I did not proceed with PROPER HANDLING."

Pete gave him a last look, mumbled, "Friggin' taking my shirt off," and turned back to inspect his teeth. The other three watched him. After a moment or so, Pete went to the little closet to find a t-shirt while he decided to just be honest and ask, "So what the hell do you want to do now?"

"I want breakfast," Andy said.

"No, I meant for the rest of our lives."

Andy's mouth dropped. "…Oh."

"Well, what do you have in mind, Pete?" Joe asked.

Pete put a purple hoodie on next. "I don't know. You guys have been spending a lot of time doing stuff for me. Like getting me a cure and stuff. What do you want to do?"

"It might be a little late to do something like go to college," Patrick said. "The only other things that come to mind are settling down in a small town and starting a little business, or we could move to a big city and live a fast-paced urban life."

"Or we could continue vampire hunting!" Andy said. Then he man-giggled. "And one of us might get bitten and vampirized and start the whole crazy thing over again." He sighed with a hint of nostalgia.

"Hey! Guess what! We should get breakfast!" Joe said.

"I really want an egg sandwich thing," Pete agreed.

"I'll drive," Patrick volunteered. "I'll drive us out of the middle of semi-forested nowhere."

Joe nodded and grinned. "You drive! We'll eat!"

"Holla!" Andy said.

"Did you just say 'holla'?"

"I might have said 'holla'…"