Vamps in Chaos

Chapter Fourteen: The Perils of "Family"

If Babe thought living with a centuries-old vampire was unpredictable, adding Ollie to the mix brought a whole new level of chaos. Between Ollie's knack for accidentally casting spells and Billy's ongoing adaptation to modern life, every night felt like a crash course in patience, improvisation, and, occasionally, self-preservation.

One morning, Babe stumbled into the kitchen to find Billy and Ollie deep in conversation. Ollie was animatedly waving his arms, a bright smile on his face as he tried to explain the concept of "social media."

"So, like, you just post pictures or videos of what you're doing," Ollie said, pulling out his phone to show Billy a clip of a cat doing backflips. "People love it! It's like, instant entertainment."

Billy squinted at the screen, his brow furrowing in concentration. "And... others observe these... moments voluntarily?"

"Yep!" Ollie replied, laughing. "It's kinda like being famous, but everyone gets a shot."

Babe snorted, reaching for a coffee mug. "Well, look at that. Billy's first introduction to the world of influencers. Who knew?"

Billy looked over at Babe, giving him a faintly alarmed expression. "And this is considered... enjoyable?"

Ollie nodded enthusiastically. "Totally! You could even make your own account, Billy. I bet people would love your... old-fashioned vibe."

Billy's face turned pink, clearly mortified at the idea. "I think I shall refrain from... publicizing myself."

As Babe chuckled into his coffee, a loud crash sounded from the living room. They rushed out to find that Ollie, in his excitement, had accidentally knocked over a shelf, sending books and trinkets flying across the room.

"Ollie!" Babe groaned, waving his hands in exasperation. "I thought we agreed: no overly enthusiastic arm-waving in small spaces."

Ollie grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry! Sometimes I just... get carried away."

Billy bent down, gathering the scattered items with his usual calm, though his lips twitched in faint amusement. "It appears we may need to... reinforce certain areas of the loft."

As they worked together to clean up the mess, Ollie looked up, clearly trying to mask his embarrassment. "I'll be more careful, I promise."

Babe sighed, giving him a reassuring smile. "Just... breathe, kid. Maybe work on being a little more zen."

Ollie grinned sheepishly, nodding. "Right. Less enthusiasm, more zen. Got it."

The rest of the morning went smoothly—or so they thought. They had just sat down to relax when a knock sounded at the door. Babe, still half-awake, opened it to find Darla standing there, looking amused as she took in the sight of all three of them gathered in the small living room.

"Babe!" she said with a mischievous grin. "And Billy, looking as dignified as ever. And... who's this?"

Babe rolled his eyes, motioning her inside. "Darla, meet Ollie. He's, uh, our new... house guest."

Darla gave Ollie a once-over, her grin widening. "Another member of the chaos crew, huh? Love it."

Ollie blinked, looking slightly starstruck. "You're... you're Darla?"

"Oh, hon, you've heard of me?" she asked, feigning modesty.

Babe smirked. "Don't get too excited, Darla. He just heard a few of your... stories."

Darla settled herself on the couch, crossing her legs as she shot Babe a knowing look. "So, what's the latest? I'm guessing with three of you in one place, things have been... eventful?"