"Holy shit!" Heda said.

Madison looked out the window and scanned. The yard was so big that she actually could not detect the house at first. When the limo got closer, Madison's mouth gaped open. It was not a house, it was a palace. There was a fountain out front, huge doors, a garage off to one side that looked like it could hold a Nascar event, and then there was the house itself.

"It's really mostly for show," Mr. Hannity said, sounding a bit embarrassed.

"You have a live in maid, don't you?"

“Well. . . two actually. Benjamin lives there to," he said, looking towards the chauffeur's window.

“He's also the butler. And we have a cook. Speaking of which, do you have any dietary restrictions?"

Madison was still just staring at the house, so Heda answered.

"She's a vegetarian, for the most part. She does sometimes . . . eat bugs."

"In human form?" Morgan asked, her eyes wide.

"Ewh!"

“Not often. And hey, they can be very tasty and nutritious," Madison replied defensively, though she could not take her mind off the house.

Mr. Hannity looked at his son.

"So you're not the only insectivore anymore."

Tim looked slightly interested.

"What kind of bat are you?" he asked.

"California Myotis," she replied.

"You?"

"Western Pipistrelle. Dad, Mom, and Alvin are all vampire bats."

"I'm a flying fox!" Morgan said, her eyes wide.

“Okay, I don't get the groovy radar --"

"Echolocation," the other bats muttered.

"-- but I can see really well in the dark. Good sense of smell too, which is why I have to avoid Tim's room when I go flying.”

"Hey!" Tim said when he realized he had been dissed.

They got out of the limo and ushered into the house, with the promise that their Luggage would be taken to their rooms. The tour began almost immediately. The house had ten bedrooms in the main house, while the "“help" stayed in a smaller house nearby. Each bedroom had its own bathroom. There were two dining rooms, one for entertaining and one for more intimate dinners. They had a —