THANK YOU L. VanDattae for Beta reading 8D!

Dick woke slowly, feeling groggy and like he was going to…

Jumping out of bed, Dick ran to the bathroom, doing a quick jump-dance around the sun that was coming in through the window and spilling onto the bedroom floor. Running into the bathroom, he barely made it. After a few minutes of throwing up, Dick stood up and shivered.

Shrugging it off as something that happened when a vampire hadn't been eating right and suddenly had good blood, he rinsed out his mouth. It was then he noticed that the sink in his room was set up as if lived in. Blinking, he opened the cabinet, and sure enough, there was a tooth brush, toothpaste, a rinsing cup, shower stuff and everything else he could possibly need.

Also, everything was blue.

It was Dick's favorite color even though most of his family preferred black and red, sometimes green and yellow. Taking out the tooth brush, he figured he might as well wash up. Shaving was not a part of the routine though. Vampires never were one for facial hair. It never grew once they were turned or born. It was nice sometimes.

After washing up, Dick looked out the door and carefully made his way out of the bedroom. He needed that potion. If not, any place could be harmful. He wondered if Tim had finished it yet. Heading to the hall, he opened the door carefully looking for any signs of sunlight.

Seeing none, he walked out into the hall, looking around. Rubbing his head one more time, he tried to figure out what happened. What he could remember was feeling oddly happy and calm. He had made it to where Jason was staying, but after walking through the door he had just… fainted?

Something had happened.

It must have been Bruce.

Walking to Jason's room, he opened the door, seeing his brother there. Walking in, he rubbed his stomach slightly, still feeling a bit sick, and he was pretty sure that if he threw up on Jason, the taller vampire would beat the hell out of him.

Walking up to the vampire who had white bangs, Dick shook his shoulder. "Jason? Jason, wake up. Jason?"

After five minutes Dick turned to leave to let Jason sleep so whatever the hell Bruce had given him could wear off. As he left, he decided he would go see Damian. Walking down the stairs, he heard talking and could smell food and fresh blood.

Walking into the kitchen, he saw Bruce sitting with Tim at the breakfast table. They each had a plate of food and a glass of blood. Tim was drinking his at a normal pace, so that meant his little brother was leaving the job of feeding Damian to him, which Dick could honestly understand. After having to feed Damian once he wondered how Tim had done it for nearly a year.

"Good morning, Dick," Tim said as he set his glass down. "There are three blood bags over there. Pretty sure Damian's starving by now."

"Dick," Bruce said simply as he took a sip of his coffee and continued to read the morning paper. "Make sure he doesn't get carried away."

"You can't just-" Dick started when he was interrupted.

"I can hear Damian growling," Tim said before taking a drink of his blood. "He sounds really hungry."

Pausing for a minute Dick let out a half angry sigh before going over to the basement door. Right inside he saw a tray with three blood bags surrounded by a tray warmer. Sighing, he picked them up and started to drink them as he headed down.

Setting his drink down, Tim started to cut a part of his egg. "Should I make some potions for Dick and Jason? They could get burned if they walk into the sunlight."

Bruce looked at his third son, who simply bit into his egg not noticing the look. "Only make enough for the two of us. They don't need it yet."

"Because they just got home?" Tim asked, placing his hand on Bruce's shoulder. "Are they tired?"

Bruce smiled. "Yes."

"Okay." Tim took another bite. "More family home… what about food?"

"We'll just do some extra hunting." Bruce took another drink. "By the way, Tim, I felt really tired last night."

"Too much excitement?" Tim looked at him worriedly. "Are you sick?"

Bruce looked at Tim for a minute before shaking his head. "Not at all. Just make enough potions for us. We'll go hunting tomorrow."

"All right." Tim went back to eating before he looked up at Bruce again. "What do I tell Dick if he asks about the potion?"

"Tell him I said no," Bruce said, taking another drink of the blood. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Bruce."

"Good." Bruce finished off his breakfast before he stood up. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Bruce."

"Let's go."

"It's like feeding a rabid animal," Dick moaned as he trudged back upstairs rubbing his neck. "I can't feel my arms."

He was met with no one.

The kitchen was empty. Looking around, he ran over to the counter to see if Tim had left any potion. Nothing. Sighing in disappointment, he went back upstairs. He could hear the sounds of Jason tossing his cookies. Opening the door to the bedroom, he saw Jason in his bathroom washing out his mouth before standing up to look at himself in the mirror.

"I look like shit."

"You look like more than that." Dick smirked as he walked in.

"Hey, Dicki-bird, how long have you been here?"

"I just came up."

"I meant," Jason growled, "how long have you been back with Bruce?"

"About a day, actually. Nearly the same time as you."

Sighing, Jason leaned down to wash his mouth again. "What about Tim?"

"Been with Bruce since we left." Dick sighed and rubbed his arms. "Damian's alive too."

At that Jason paused but then continued on and opened his cabinet, grabbing the toothbrush. "Baby Bird knows how to prepare for the family, doesn't he?"

"How come you're not shocked about Damian?"

"Because you have a bleeding neck and last night when I was dragged in here kicking and screaming I heard your little shouts of joy and Damian yelling at you. The walls aren't that thick, Dick."

"Oh." Dick grinned happily. "But he's alive!"

"And you're the only one happy about it." Jason finished brushing his teeth. "Is there potion?"

"No. Timmy hasn't made it yet."

"When did you ask him?" Jason asked as he walked by him. "Where is he? Where's Bruce?"

"I don't know. They were eating in the kitchen, but after I fed Damian they were gone."

"Typical."

Dick frowned, looking at him. "What are you planning? You can't leave without protection, and we don't have any."

"I had some stashed away in this city," Jason said as he searched the house. "I came back because I ran out. I needed to pick them up before I could find someone to make some more. However, Bruce showed up, basically kidnapped me and bam! Out cold, woke up drugged. So, what's your story? He grab you too out of the dark?"

"Uh… I walked into the house…"

Jason's loud cursing reached Damian, who was brooding in the darkness, plotting.

Food, food, food.

A family like them needed to be well stocked. After all, they were a family of five. Most vampires didn't have such large families, but then again, they were anything but normal. As Tim pushed the basket in the grocery store, he looked around for anyone who might have been hunting. It wouldn't do him any good if he got caught.

Sniffing the air softy, he paused when he found some tasty blood. Following it carefully and idly putting items into the basket, he found a family. Five of them. That was perfect! There were five of them, five of his own family.

He listened in on them. Got a gist of what the family was. The father was a doctor, the mother worked as a teller at the bank, the three kids between fifteen and twenty. Tim looked around, seeing Bruce in the background. Once he got the go ahead, Tim fainted.

More precisely, fainted right in front of the family.

After all, there was no better way to make friends than when one saves your child's life. As he laid there, seemingly unconscious, Tim wondered what he should do about the others. No doubt they were up by now. They couldn't leave the house though. Tim had taken the emergency potions so they couldn't leave. However, he was worried.

Jason would figure it out, since he had lived on the streets. Damian was suspicious about him more than ever. Dick was probably still just happy Damian was alive. Well, he still had time to fix a few things. As the doctor helped him, Tim wondered what they should do after hunting this family. They really should do something fun.

Maybe a vacation?

Maybe.

Gotham would be a good place to go.

Damian sat in the dark.

Only a few more days.

Just a few more days.

Watch out, Drake.

To L VanDattae: I can't tell you but I will say some of that is happening soon in the next chapter along with some key things of to their powers. 8D Thank you so much again for betaing! 8D Tim is mostly there. Wink Wink.

To REBD: IKR 8D

To Renx27: Maybe Tim is behind it or could it be someone else? Hmm,

To konohaflameninja: Lol yes, I already started the next chapter and the new one 8D