Okay, I know the plot seems rushed, but I just had to get back to some real action! ...Especially when there's some suspense in this chapter! (hope you can handle it)

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Fangface the Second: Always full of ideas, I once again thank you for your influence. Now, get ready for what's in store for you!

Disclaimer: I. Own. Nothing. .... Except Brielle, Kiff, myself, and some new OCs ;D

Everyone gathered into a small room with a long table and chairs, with nothing else in it except a plasma-screen Satellite tv. Everyone sat down, except for Edwin and Tracker, who stood at the front of the room (well, actually Tracker had to stand on the end of the table, since the furry-orange creature was so small...).

"Guys, what's this all about?" Kim asked, looking 'his' son in the eyes. "You were just on your way to England... Is something wrong?"

"Well, we were on our way to England," William explained. "But Martin called us and told us some... (ahem) surprising news."

Martin was Kasandra's brother, and was a field agent working for Tracker so he could both keep an eye on their family and keep a lookout for any suspicious activity. "What kind of news?" Kasandra asked, arching an eyebrow at 'his' young cousin-in-law.

"Well..." Tracker said uneasingly, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at his feet. "It's about... your son."

"My son??"

"You guys have to be joking," Hunter scoffed. "We don't have a son!" 'his' face turned sad, recalling something from the past. "At least... not anymore."

"Oh, you're talking about the one who shot himself, right?" WG asked, and Kasandra began to sob, giving Puggsy a reason to punch 'him'. Again. "Ow! ...Sorry..."

"Ah, my friend, that is where you're wrong," Tracker said matter-of-factly. "As we've recently heard, young Timothy is still alive!"

"It turns out Marlow had captured him in his attempt to get rid of Fangs' family," Edwin explained, turning on the plasma-screen, showing a picture of a young teenage boy who looked like Fangs, only with shaggy-orange hair, freckles, and deep-blue eyes. "He was going to kill him, but when he found out he didn't have a werewolf half, he decided to use him for something else: drain Fangface's spirit,"

"What a jerk!" Fangface snapped, 'her' voice in a diva-tone. "Kidnapping my little boy just so he could drain my spirit! (grr) I don't think so! ...(snarl) Um, what do you mean by 'drain my spirit'?"

"It means to harm someone you love very much. That's why he separated you from Kasandra and Hunter-- fortunately they were able to escape and find Martin and tell him..."

"Yeah, but by the time we got there, Marlow was already defeated!" Hunter scoffed, then turned to Kite. "(grr) Thanks for hogging the fun, dude."

"Hey, someone had to stop him!" Kite scoffed back, rolling 'her' eyes.

"Anyway, back to the point, he kidnapped Fangs' entire family, planning on finding a way to drain his spirit. When he found out Timothy was his son, he decided to do something drastic to him, right in front of Fangs' eyes."

Fangs closed 'her' eyes tight, the terrible memory flashing before 'her' eyes: Marlow dragging both of them into a room... Handing Tim a gun... telling him to shoot himself... Tim pulling the trigger... breaking down and sobbing, holding 'her' son close to 'her', blood from his head staining 'her' white T-shirt...

"....Figured once he drained his spirit completely, he'd have the complete ability to split his werewolf half from him." Tracker was saying, and Fangs was too involved in the flashback that he missed out on what he was saying. "But, what he didn't know was that Fangs had transferred Fangface out of him---"

"---With the help of me, of course," Edwin boasted, remembering how he had helped Fangface 'escape'.

"Yes, but even though Fangs couldn't transform into him, they were still together by soul, and once Kite gave Fangs his hat back was he able to turn back into Fangface..."

"Okay, this whole 'transfer of the wolves' thing is confusing," WG said, rubbing his temples. "Could you explain it in simpler terms, please?"

"Later. Anyway, getting to the point..." he turned to Kim, Biff, and Puggsy. "Remember how you guys saw Fangs shot Marlow, but it only turned out to be a copy of him?" they nodded. "Well, it's the same thing here. Marlow trapped Fangs' family, but made an oath to never kill a human unless he had to, which-- since Fangs couldn't transform and was therefore 'human'-- he kept the family locked up instead so they couldn't rat him out----"

"GET TO THE POINT!!!" Everyone demanded.

"ALRIGHT!!! What I'm trying to say is, Marlow only made a copy of Timothy just to crush Fangs' spirit! Once that was done, he must have erased his memory because he didn't know what was going on when Marlow set him free..."

"Well, that's stupid!" Brielle scoffed. "Why didn't he just erase everyone's memory, then, and release them?!"

"Memory-erasing takes a lot of energy, and if he were to do it to the whole family-- well, he'd die."

"I ask again, why didn't that moron do it?"

"Wait, you mean..." Kasandra gasped.

"MY BABY-BOY IS ALIVE!!!" Fangs squealed, leaping into the air with joy. "Ooh! Ooh! Where is he??"

Tracker rubbed the back of his neck again. "Weeeellllll.... that's where the 'troubling' part of this discussion comes in---" he said, nervously.

"Oh, for heaven's sakes!" Edwin scoffed. "Fangs, your son is being chased by a vampire!"

"WHAT?!?!" Kasandra, Fangs, Hunter, and Fangface all yelled at once.

"Oh, great, more vampires!" Puggsy scoffed, then turned to Kiff. "Um, no offense, son."

Kiff shrugged. "None taken." 'she' said.

"Yeah, um, Puggsy, this is where the 'surprising' part of the news starts..." Edwin said. "You see, the vampire is, well... Oh, just look!" he clicked the remote, showing a new picture. This one was of the vampire and... holy crud!

"Oh. My. Gosh." Brielle gasped, 'his' eyes side.

"You've got to be kidding!" Kitefang said.

They all stared at the picture. The vampire had slick black hair, a well built figure, piercing black eyes, and wore a black outfit. ...Oh, yeah, and he looked exactly like Puggsy (er, as a guy...).

"Oh, great..." WG muttered. "Another Puggsy look-alike,"

"Pugs, meet your long-lost relative." Tracker said.

"Oh man..." Puggsy gasped.

"You mean..." Kiff said, stunned but grinning. "I have a vampire cousin?? Sweet!"

"It's not sweet if he's stalking my brother!" Anna snapped. "Where are they?"

"We sent Martin and a few others after them, they should be---" Tracker began.

Just then, Martin came into the room. "We've got 'em!" he declared.

In a stampeding rush, everyone ran out the door (running over Martin) and down the hall to see Timothy and Puggsy's third twin.

WG and FF2 were right behind them, but were stopped by Tracker and Edwin. "Hold on, guys, we've got news for you, too." Tracker said.

WG rolled 'his' eyes. "Oh, great. Now what?" 'he' asked.

"Um, Tracker, I think we should catch up to the others and um..." Edwin said, holding up a wand. "'Fix' a few things?"

Tracker looked at WG and FF2, realizing their genders were still switched. "Ah! Of course," he said, then ran off down the hall after the others. "Hey, hold on, guys! We've got to change you back!"

"Thank God," WG sighed with relief. "I don't think I could stand being a guy. I mean, it's nice-- at least I can wear boy clothes with no criticism-- but it still feels wrong..."

"I don't mind so much," FF2 said, looking at 'herself' in a mirror. "I've wondered what it would be like to be a girl... I'm an open person like that."

"Well, now that you've had the experience," Edwin said, handing them their wands. "Now you have the liberty to change back."

"Hallelujah!" The two authors exclaimed, zapping themselves back their original-born-to-be genders. They then ran off down the hall to meet their friends' long-lost relatives.

Once the girls were back to being girls and the boys were back to being boys (if that makes sense) they followed Martin down the hall to a room. When they walked in, they saw Timothy, who was sitting in a chair, looking a bit frightened (he must take after his dad). He looked up and scowled at Martin.

"Where am I?!" Tim demanded. His hardened expression softened when Fangs, Kasandra, and Anna walked in. "Wh-who are you?" he turned to Fangs. "And why do you look like me??"

"Tim, I'm..." Fangs tried to say, but he was too worked up to get the words out. "I'm... your fa--- your f-f-fath-ther..."

"My... father? ...But, that can't be! My parents died in a plane-crash a long time ago!"

Kasandra shook her head. "That's a lie. Someone erased your memory and told you that, just so you would never meet us. We're your parents, Timothy."

"My name isn't 'Timothy'." Tim said, irritably.

"Oh? Then what is it?" Anna asked, crossing her arms.

"It's Buckwheat."

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter from the hallway. "He honestly thinks his name is 'Buckwheat'?! Ha ha!"

*SMACK!!*

"Shut up, Kiff! That's my brother you're talking about!" they heard Blackrose snap.

"Who... was that?" Tim asked.

"Um... 'Buckwheat', this may come as a shock for you, but..." Kasandra began to explain slowly.

"You come from a family of werewolves." Anna said, blurting the words out. Fangs gave her a look. "What? He had to find out sooner or later, didn't he?"

"Werewolves?" Tim repeated questionably, but didn't seem that shocked. Actually, his eyes showed he was a bit eager. "Let me see."

Fangs sighed. "Okay... but brace yourself. With you being my son, you might develop a heart-attack." he said, then opened the door. "C'mon in, guys."

Fangface, Hunter, and Blackrose walked in. Tim jumped out of his seat. "NO WAY!! This is freakin' AWESOME!!!"

Fangs looked at Martin, confused. "Are you sure he's my son?"

"We ran a DNA test, and it proved positive," Martin replied with a shrug.

"Oh, man, I can't believe this!" Tim was saying. "I'm a huge FAN of werewolves!" he turned to Fangs. "And if you're telling the truth about me being your son... *gasp!* Does that mean I'm a werewolf, too??"

"Um... not really," Kasandra said. "You see, the Fangsworth family only has a werewolf member every 400 years--- up until Kite altered the birthright and now we have werewolves at any random time now... but that happened after you were born. You're just human."

Tim frowned. "I guess I should have figured. I mean, I would have super senses if I were a werewolf."

"(grr) Darn right you would!" Fangface boasted.

"But, what I don't get is, how did we get separated?"

Hunter sighed. "It's a long, sad story," she said, then told her son about Marlow, and how they met Kite.

While Fangs was being reunited with his son, Puggsy, Brielle, and Kiff were about to have a little 'family reunion' of their own. "This is creepifying," Puggsy said, shuddering. "How could I have a vampire relative? Mom said it only happened every 100 years."

"Maybe it was a leap-year," Kiff guessed.

"Either that, or he got the trait from someone who married into your family." Brielle said. "That's how Fangpuss was born."

"Here we are," Edwin said once he led them to the room. He was about to open the door, but paused and turned to Kiff. "Be prepared to use your skills, Kiff, just in case."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Puggsy demanded.

Edwin sighed. "Unlike me, Alyx, and Kiff, this vampire isn't so quaint around humans. ...At least, that's what Martin told us. ...Just be careful, and call me in if he does something rational."

He opened the door, and they cautiously walked in. Unlike the other rooms, it was only lit by a single lamp (since the lightbulb in the ceiling was burned out), giving the room a dim appearance. In the corner across the room, there was nothing but shadows... and a pair of bright eyes that seemed to glare at the threesome.

The vampire Puggsy-twin walked out of the shadows, a hood-less cloak covering his arms and legs, and he seemed to 'slink' over to them. "Ah, so we finally meet," he said to Kiff, speaking with a Romanian accent. "It's about time I met the young Vampire Prince,"

"Vampire King," Kiff corrected, and Puggsy gave him a nudge in the arm to keep quiet on the boasting.

"You're not a king yet, my dear cousin," the vampire sneered at Kiff. "You're still quite young," This time, Kiff sneered at him.

"Who are you... and how do you know about my son?" Brielle asked.

The vampire turned to her, giving her a nonchalant look. "My name is Lamone Vandeguarde, the recent vampire member... Or should I say, former-recent, now that the trait has been passed. I heard about your son on the news, about how you stopped those vile vampire-wannabes." he turned to Puggsy. "I then visited your mother, Barbara, and asked her about it. It appears the news said something true for once,"

"You know my mom??" Puggsy asked, stunned.

Lamone rolled his eyes. "I am your relative, you twit. I'm supposed to know my family members!"

"But how can you be a vampire? It only happens---"

"Every 100 years, yes. I told you, I'm the recent member to bare the trait. Add it up."

Brielle's eyes widened. "Wait... does that mean you're---" she began to say.

"You're 100 years old??" Kiff asked in awe. "Cool! ...But, you don't look that old."

"We vampires age differently than humans." Lamone explained. "For us, 100 years is nothing. We only age 1/16 that of a human, making me 16 in vampire years."

"So, if I'm 16 in human years... Holy crap, I'm only 0 in vampire years!"

Lamone slapped his forehead. "PLEASE tell me he gets his stupidity from his mother's side..."

"HEY!!" Brielle snapped, offended.

"Who are you calling stupid?!" Kiff snapped, then turned into his vampire form-- blue hair and glasses (plus fangs and wings)-- and snarled at Lamone in anger.

But his cousin only arched an eyebrow at him. "Odd..." he said, walking around Kiff, looking him up and down. "I've never seen a vampire who changed his image like this, unless to don a disguise."

"What do you mean?" Brielle asked.

"Vhen vampires turn into their vampire form, they only sprout vings and grow out their fangs... but our hair color stay the same--- and we don't suddenly wear glasses." He circled Kiff again. "Very peculiar..."

"Would you quit circling me like that?!" Kiff snapped, backing away from Lamone. "You act like you're about to suck my blood!"

Lamone scoffed. "You actually think that, just because I'm a vampire, that I'll suck your blood?" he turned to Puggsy. "Did you let him watch Dracula movies, or something?"

"But, Edwin sucks blood!"

"(Sigh) He must have tasted it, then. In order for a vampire to suck blood, we would have to crave it, and in order for us to crave it, we must taste it."

"I wonder if the werewolves ever went through all this," Brielle wondered.

"(grr) Ooh, ooh. Ever went through what?" Someone asked, and they turned and saw Silver walking in.

Lamone snarled. "A werewolf!" he yelled, then lunged at Silver---

A/N: And cue cliffhanger! XD Review. No flames.