A/N:So this was finished a lot faster than I thought it would be this little chapter here. Hope you enjoy it!

The wedding took place up at the castle, and was a perfect example of the shining splendour that the Dracula family was entirely capable of. It seemed as though the entire town of Stokley was invited. Actually, considering how long Will's family had lived there, and how many of his relatives stayed there, it was entirely possible. Vlad had issued a strict no biting warning to all vampire guests, something which gave Robin hoped when he heard it, thinking that just maybe the old Vlad was being reawakened. This hope was squashed when Vlad informed him he only really put the ban out because the memory wipe needed to keep breather-vampire interaction at its usual level would give him on hell of a headache.

Robin pointed out how selfish this was of Vlad. Vlad just shrugged.

The wedding itself went off without a single problem, making Robin worry slightly about what Vlad might have done to Jonno, to prevent him gate crashing with an army of slayers. Vlad asked him why he thought he'd done anything, maybe Jonno was just showing an act of good faith. Robin shot back that if that was the case, Vlad wouldn't look so bloody smug. The vampire considered this for moment, before conceding defeat, admitting that he had hypnotised Jonno into sleeping through the whole day, just so that his sister could have a relatively peaceful day. It was the least she deserved.

Robin returned to his belief that there was still a smidgen of the old Vlad left in this new version.

Ingrid and Will's children were, as was expected, definite receivers' of the classical good looks that ran in the Dracula family. They also seemed to have Will's Zen like outlook on life, at least at the moment. Ingrid commented that it was likely to change once they hit puberty, and the more vampiric sides to their personalities started to emerge, but for now it was acceptable. Robin kept reminding himself that vampires took pride in the more violent qualities, and Ingrid was no exception. He did find it out that he would rather that Erika and Rica kept their current outlook, rather than turning into proper vampires. He considered this a sign that he had matured somewhat since first meeting the Draculas. He noticed Magda and Patrick's son Barry there as well. He didn't seem as amused by his niece and nephew as Vlad was, though this was probably because Vlad had encouraged them to never refer to Barry as Uncle, which of course, the hybrid didn't like one bit.

There had been a surprise for Robin though, which showed just how long it had been since he visited the castle. Younger and smaller than Erika and Rica, a small boy with dirty blonde hair was running around with the older three, playing some complicated game of make believe. In which he apparently appeared to be playing the part of Batman. At least, the cape and the constant yelling of the '60's TV show theme song helped to further the suspicion along. It was an adorable sight really, if only because the young boy kept tripping over his cloak slightly.

When Vlad re-joined the party, having had to take time out to yell at his Council about the looks they were giving the breather guests, the young boy beamed, and ran up to him, finally tripping over his cloak properly and landing in a violent, and painful looking, heap at Vlad's feet. Vlad leant down, picking up the boy - who was obviously fighting off tears - and balancing him on his hip.

"You need to watch what you're doing Smurf," Vlad muttered, pushing strands of hair out of the boy's - Smurf's - face. Smurf's face was stained slightly, betraying signs of the tears which he had been so desperate to fight off. "You're meant to be incredibly graceful as a vampire."

"'M a hybrid," the boy said, turning so his head was buried in Vlad's shoulder, "not my fault I tripped. Told you its too long," he whined softly, gesturing to the cloak, which, to be fair, was rather long for the tiny boy. Vlad gave small snort of laughter.

"Get used to it Smurf."

"Vladimir," the Count called, walking over to the pair in his usual grand way. "What have I told you about calling Jack by that ridiculous nickname?" he said, sounding more like an overly strict breather parent than the Prince of Darkness. "It is not a name that should be used to address a Dracula." Vlad gave his father a look that suggested this topic of conversation had come up before, and that Vlad took it as a welcome reprieve from being so formal all the time.

"He likes it," was his only comment.

"'Course he does," a new voice joined the pair, coming over and lifting a delighted Jack out of Vlad's arms. "He likes eating worms if you don't keep your eye on him," the blonde woman laughed slightly, standing Jack on the ground and ruffling his hair. "Don't you little man?"

"Not true Mum!" Jack shot back, grinning widely, "I prefer cockroaches." Vlad laughed, as the blonde woman looked sickened and the Count smirked slightly.

"Erika, Dad, face it, the name's staying," Vlad commented, leaving the pair and moving over to join Robin who was looking on at the conversation with the confusion that Vlad had thought had been left long ago with his 14 year old self. He didn't notice the confused stare that Chloe was giving him, a mix of anger, and pain, as though she had recently done something she knew she would end up regretting. "My youngest brother, and his mother," he explained. "Dad's really going for the whole May-December thing," he added. "She's only in her 70's." Robin blinked.

"Big age gap," he commented lightly. Vlad nodded, grabbing a glass of wine from the table behind them and drinking from it. "Her name's Erika? Doesn't that get confusing with Ingrid's daughter?" he asked.

"Not really," Vlad answered. "Little Erika is over in Romanian mostly, and it's really her middle name. When she's older she'll probably go more by her first name," he explained. "It's just that right now she feels more comfortable using the middle name as her main term of address."

"Oh right," Robin nodded, then, feeling curious, "what is her first name then?"

"Valerica," Vlad responded. "It means forever strong," he added, seeing Robin open his mouth to ask the question. "Ingrid was always poetic in her name choice," he commented dryly, sipping at the wine with the same look of distaste he wore in the coffee bar. Robin looked out, watching the vampires and breather interact peacefully, even to the point of friendship in some cases.

"This is what you wanted once," Robin said softly, still looking out. "This peace." Vlad frowned.

"Who the hell says I want any different?"