Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who has read and/or reviewed! Thank you! The epilogue is a bit long so I broke it up into two chapters. Here's part one.

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"This is nice."

"You like?"

"I like. I'm just curious about one thing…"

"Yes?"

"When do you think we'll stop levitating?"

Trish and Dave experienced one of the most emotional and physical connections ever. The lovemaking has always been top-notch but with Trish being a vampire, it was better than ever. From her flexibility that put an Olympic gymnast to shame to Dave's incredible virility, it was a wonder that the mansion didn't fall apart.

From a standing position to floating missionary, Dave and Trish made love throughout the night. Dave particularly loved to pleasure Trish when she was bent over backwards. All he had to do is get on his hands and knees to feast on her while her body stretched. He made sure he licked and kissed her slowly. The last thing he wanted was for her to fall flat on her back.

"We'll come down eventually." Dave assured her as he rubbed her arms. "Unless you have somewhere to be?"

Trish shot a look at Dave. "Nooooo...I was just wondering." She paused slightly. "So you going on for a few hours…should I get used to that?"

"Unless I just want to dip it in and pull it back out." Dave shrugged.

Trish pushed Dave off her. "Okay, I think it's time I come down now."

Dave and Trish slowly lowered their bodies down to the bed. Putting on a robe, Dave went to London's room. He found London and Nevaeh sleeping in an open casket. They both had headphones that were connected to the portable DVD player. Dave reached over and picked up the DVD case. "Big Titties 4?" He wondered.

"He made our three-month old watch porn?" Trish shook her head.

"Get pissed off at him tomorrow, Trisha." Dave picked up Nevaeh and they walked back to their bedroom. "Right now, we have a sleeping baby."

Hours later…

The Family became so accustomed of having a full night's rest, any disturbance immediately caught them off-guard. Therefore, it was quite unnatural for them to be awakened in the middle of the night by a wailing infant. No amount of milk, diaper changes and slow walks could quiet Nevaeh. Oh how Trish and Dave missed their sleep.

"Is she sick?" Nitro asked as he yawned.

"No fever." Trish kept comforting her daughter.

"Hungry?" Melina yawned.

"Trish fed her twice." Dave shrugged.

"Then what is it?" Nitro asked.

Everyone shrugged as they each tried to comfort Nevaeh. After an hour, it was to no avail. Nevaeh was not calm and the Family were still wide awake. Everyone except one vampire. "Where's London?" Dave looked around.

The other vampires looked amongst themselves. "I don't know." Melina answered. "I haven't seen him."

Dave gathered Nevaeh, headed to London's room, with the Family in tow. As he opened the door, he was stunned to see London in his casket—snoring. On the screen was one of his porn movies. "I have an idea." Dave mentioned. He carefully placed Nevaeh inside London's casket. He slightly rolled over and kissed the side of her head. Nevaeh soon fell asleep in London's arms shortly afterwards.

Nitro was astounded. "Please don't tell me that the princess here…fell asleep…listening to porn?"

Melina shook her head. "Well, I'll be damned."

"He's not going to hump her, is he?" Trish asked.

"No," Dave shook his head. "She's not long enough."

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Over the next several years, the Family grew accustomed to having a precocious child in their mix—which wasn't too unusual since London and Nitro paved the way for Nevaeh. While London and Rock taught Nevaeh how to play touch football, Nitro taught Nevaeh new words from the dictionary.

"Blue's clues! Blue's clues!" Nitro, London, and Nevaeh sang along to the screen. "We gotta find another paw print; that's the second clue! We put in our notebook because it's who's clues? Blue's clues!"

Melina and Trish watched from the distance as they set out dinner. "Okay, you three. Time for dinner."

Five-year-old Nevaeh jumped off Nitro's lap and hurried to the dining room table. Over the years, she has grown into her features. Depending on what angle one saw her, she resembled either Dave or Trish. But it was never doubted she was a beautiful child. And a smart one at that. She then sat in her custom-made chair that had lifters so she could see over the table. She sniffed the air and sighed. "This food is causing great euphoria in me, Mommy."

Trish chuckled as the other vampires smiled. "Oh really? And you know what euphoria means?"

"Yes, Mommy. It's happiness." Nevaeh smiled. "You-four-eeee-ahh."

"Euphoria, I got it." Trish smiled.

The house phone rang and Dave picked it up. As everyone gathered around the table, they could tell that Dave was not happy about what was told to him on the other end of the phone. "Alright. We'll meet with you tomorrow, sir. Thank you." He hung up the phone. He then walked over to the table and sat next to his girlfriend and daughter. "We have a parent-teacher conference."

"Oh?" Trish looked down at Nevaeh. "Something you want to tell us, Nevaeh?"

"Uh-uh." She shook her head.

"You're sure?" Dave asked. "Mr. Striker says you've been acting up in class."

"Uh-uh!" She protested. "I've been a good Nevaeh."

"Okay." Trish looked at Dave. "What was the conference regarding?"

"He wouldn't say but it said it was urgent that we met tomorrow." Dave shrugged. "I guess we have to wait and see."

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Matt Striker was Nevaeh's kindergarten teacher. He was astute and muscular man, with a penchant of showing off his Harvard education. Yet, he was also great with children and his classroom was known to be the best. He also had a tendency to rub the parents of his students the wrong way by being characteristically condescending to them.

However, there was a set of parents Matt feared: Dave and Trish.

Matt was more than a little apprehensive when he decided to call them for an urgent meeting. Dave was over six and half feet tall and appeared menacing. Trish seemed to have a forever scowl on her face. And Matt wondered what their reactions would be when they found out Nevaeh was in trouble. Just…fucking…great.

Gulping down some ice cold water, Matt ran a hand through his hair as he saw Dave and Trish approaching his classroom. Easy, Striker, just be easy with them.

"Nice for you to join me so quickly." Matt said as he motioned for Dave and Trish to sit.

"Not a problem." Dave looked over at his daughter, who was sitting in a corner. "Nevaeh, come here, baby."

Nevaeh got up and walked over to Dave and Trish. She sat in between them and kept her head down.

Matt sighed as he began to speak. "There's been a slight problem with Nevaeh." He began.

"Yes?" Trish and Dave said together.

"You know we encourage our students to be the best and use their imagination whenever possible." Matt nodded. "But we also encourage them to tell the truth."

"What's the problem?" Trish asked.

"Nevaeh has been telling everyone that her mommy and daddy are vampires." Matt frowned.

Dave's and Trish's eyes widened as they looked down at their daughter. Nevaeh's head was bent down and she was drawing an invisible line with her shoe. "Nevaeh…" Trish started.

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Look up at me."

Nevaeh slightly raised her head. "Yes?"

"Have you been telling everyone that mommy and daddy are vampires?'

"Uh-huh." She nodded.

"Why?"

"Because it's true."

Matt shook his head. "Nevaeh, could you go in the corner and play with some toys while I speak to your mommy and daddy?" Nevaeh got up and went to the corner as Matt prepared his speech. "Mr. and Mrs. Batista…"

"Ms. Stratus." Trish clarified.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Batista and Ms. Stratus, I'm a little concerned with Nevaeh's imagination. Is everything alright at home?"

Trish and Dave looked at each other. "Yes, everything is fine. Why do you ask?" Trish asked.

"Well, usually when a child has an overactive imagination, it is because there are problems at home she doesn't want to face." Matt nodded.

"There are no problems at home." Dave reiterated.

"Has Nevaeh ever asked why Mommy and Daddy aren't married?" Matt questioned.

Dave and Trish looked at each other. "Not really, no." Trish shook her head.

"That could be root of her bad behavior…" Matt said condescendingly.

"Bad behavior?" Dave questioned. "She's just been telling her friends we're vampires. She's not acting out."

"I know it's a bitter pill to swallow but maybe if you have a more stable home environment, Nevaeh would perform better in school and she would stop all these silly fantasies." Matt grinned.

As Matt kept talking, Dave and Trish felt a boiling anger rise in both of them. It was only a matter of time before Matt was going to meet the same fate as their other victims. Do you want to finish him off? Trish asked Dave through telepathy.

Meh, I'll let you do it. I think I need to talk with our daughter.

Alright.

Honey?

Yes?

No sex.

Pssh…you're no fun.

I know. I'm no fun.

Fuddy-duddy.

That's it. I'm a fuddy-duddy.

"I'm going to have you and Trish talk." Dave said to Matt. He then turned to Trish. "Nevaeh and I are going to wait in the truck, honey."

"Okay." Trish smiled as she watched them leave. She then turned her attention to Matt. She unbuttoned her blouse and walked over to him. She then straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "So what's the real problem here?"