It was a cold night towards the end of February. The clock's hand had just skidded past the seven thirty mark when both Jerry and Ed awoke. The sun had already sunk beneath the hills of Nevada. Jerry leaned against the kitchen counter as Ed was busy pouring blood into two sippy cups and three bottles. "Hey, you wanna hit Vegas?" asked Jerry, eyeing Ed's every move. "I hear stripper blood to a young vampire is really zesty."
"Shouldn't I stay here and prepare?" asked Ed, peering over his glasses at his father-in-law. In the first week of March, Lilith was ready to nest again. In simple terms, Ed was going to be a new daddy multiple times in March.
"That's the mother's job and besides, if she needs help, she's got Peter and Adam here," said Jerry. He really wanted to go to Vegas.
Ed weighed his options until little Cherry came teetering in the kitchen. Jerry smiled a big fanged grin. Ed smiled and crouched down. He held out her bottle filled with blood. "You hungry Miss. Cherry Lee?" cooed Ed, shaking the bottle.
Cherry opened her mouth and pointed at her gums. Ed and Jerry were both quite confused. Cherry knew she wasn't getting through to either man and fell to the kitchen floor and screamed. Ed put the bottle down as Cherry spoke. "Ow!"
Ed picked her up. Ow? What was hurting? He was in a panic! Until she opened her mouth again to scream, he saw a little white fang poking out of her gums. He pressed her close to his heart. "Poor baby, she's fanging."
Jerry walked over to Ed and stroked Cherry's cheek with a clawed finger. "Awwww but at least she is growing up to be such a beautiful vampire lady," cooed Jerry and grabbed her bottle. "You want your baba? Baba?"
Cherry reached out to grab the bottle of blood. "Baba Gampa!" she said as Ed and Jerry laughed.
"We can always go to Vegas some other time," said Jerry as he watched one of his granddaughters suckle the blood.