Author's Note: Hello, everyone, Vampyre is finally back. I don't really have much to say, except this is a re-write of a fanfic I wrote almost ten years ago. I don't expect many people to like this. I just decided to re-write this as a token of appreciation for my long-distance acquaintance, MGM333, for he and I share a mutual fondness of many things: Adventure Time and Bolt being a few of them.

This story is written in dedication to him. I hope he enjoys it.

"Are you certain this will work? Could you not have chosen a more…" Bolt glanced from left to right, surveying his doggy costume. "inconspicuous way to do this?" The white Shepherd dog chose his words delicately.

From her place standing in front of the mirror on her bedroom door, Penny Forrester checked her costume. Black-and-gray leggings, paired with black shorts, black combat boots, and a black, long-sleeved t-shirt underneath a red, short-sleeved t-shirt; the Penny Forrester of the action TV genre stared back at the girl—seventeen in appearance. The only differences to note was the cheesy, black and purple velvet cape, and the plastic fangs Penny had fitted over her teeth.

"This is as fitting way as any to do this. We cannot very well just admit what we are, Bolty," the auburn-haired girl conversationally replied to her beloved pet. "We are condemned enough. The Council does not need more reasons to distrust us." As Penny spoke, she adjusted her cape.

Bolt nodded in understanding from where he lay upon the dark purple sheets of Penny's twin bed. Morosely, the accursed canine cast his gaze around, to the walls covered with Polaroid photos. His blood doomed him to a life different from other canines, and it was sometimes a cause of great sadness to the pup, despite the immense relief and gratefulness he felt that he had his person at his side, cursed with the same affliction in her blood, as well.

"I know we can't," Bolt sadly answered. "It is treason to our race to admit what we are, but…"

Penny silenced the dog's anxieties with a gentle utterance of, "Shhh…" and a calming hand rubbing Bolt's head and behind his ears, which flopped down under Penny's ministrations. Bolt gave a doggish murmur from the back of his throat, and closed his eyes.

"With luck, she will realize on her own. As long as we don't say anything, the Council doesn't have a leg to stand on to accuse us of treason."

"You're certain?"

"I'm positive, Bolt. We lost contact enough from the show; it would be wrong to hide something this monumental from her."

"Her best friend and best friend's dog got turned into vampires!" Bolt attempted to reason with his owner, to show her this couldn't end well.

Penny nodded in reply, like trying to patiently explain something to a child. "I know we are, Bolt, and now is our time to confess it. It's now, or we have to wait an entire year."

Bolt remained silent, and sighed to himself, knowing it was a losing battle. His person was confident in her plan, determined it would work. He sat up on his haunches, and watched as Penny walked across the room, to her dresser, where she opened the top left drawer, and dug out a few items.

A brown leather leash, and what looked like a bottle of prescription pills and a blood bag, filled with crimson ambrosia.

"Here, boy." Penny tossed the blood bag to her dog, as casually as tossing Mr. Carrot. The plastic blood bag landed with a wet sploshing noise, and Bolt curiously sniffed at the contents, before licking his lips, as though it was a raw steak. Penny retrieved a white dog bowl and Bolt's favorite carrot squeaky toy, before stuffing them and the leash into a large, black backpack. Once the items were packed, she zipped the bag up, and went over to grab the blood bag.

Bolt growled softly, his eyes turning from amber to crimson.

"Calm down," was his only admonishment. "I'll feed you once we're home."

Bolt nodded, and leapt off the bed, before he went to Penny's closet, and sniffed at the door.

"The portal is restless," was Bolt's only statement. "Are you sure this will…"

"You truly think of me as incautious?" Penny inquired in return. "I promise it will be stabilized for the trip with her."

You think I'd endanger my fledgling? Was the unspoken question that the girl kept silent on. Bolt was already on edge, she didn't want to add more to the poor boy's worries.

Without another word, Penny opened her closet door. As though summoned by its mistress, a swirling vortex of black and purple began to slowly form with a whoosh.

Bolt turned to his owner, and kneeled sarcastically. "After you, m'lady," he said, in a tone of voice that suggested he was not too confident in Penny's plan, but was willing to go through with it, just to see how it'd turn out (and potentially find that his gut was correct).

"Why thank you, Sir Bolt," was the response in equal dark wit, before Penny slipped into the vortex.

A wagging tail was the last sight seen of Bolt the former superdog, before he too, vanished into the swirling mass of black and purple, sparkly light.