Desiree didn't always wait for people to make wishes just like she didn't always corrupt wishes, but sometimes there are special cases. Vlad Masters; the most powerful ghost in all of existence, to not mention the most cunning, was one of those cases. Vlad had enough money to finance WW3 entirely, he could snap his fingers and have any women he wanted at his beck and call… So what could he possibly have to wish for? She wanted nothing more than to find out.
For two years Desiree watched and waited for the impenetrable Vlad Masters to let down his guard just enough for a slip of the tongue. She was beginning to believe it would never happen. Then one lonely summer night, it did.
Vlad had just downed his 9th shot of whiskey after re-reading a single letter on his desk for what seemed like the hundredth time. Desiree appeared before his desk, adorned in enough gaudy metal to impress even the most affluent king, and a king he was. He may have been a bit buzzed, but it would take a bottle or two before he started ignoring his ghost sense.
"Desiree, appearing in my office unannounced? One might believe you have a death wish." He pushed the letter and its contents to an open corner of his desk, and his mind. He would need to be focused completely on this encounter to come out on top. Some ghosts were sly when it came to what is spoken and what is actually meant. He steepled his hands atop the now cleared mahogany surface.
Desiree slid a serene smile onto her face and tried her best to look at ease. Any sign of weakness, even in his compromised state of mind, would cause Masters to lash out.
"Vlad Masters, how pleasant it is to see you again." She soothed. Vlad stood as she moved closer to him, but his legs gave a slight wobble at the sudden movement. It was enough of a distraction to give her leverage.
"No need for that now, dear. I'm only here to help, not hinder. Whatever your wish, it is my command." Mouth pulled tight Vlad focused on the blurred figure whose silkened touch urged him back into his chair.
"What's the price." He bit out. Desiree allowed a small smirk to pull at her lips as she moved behind him, rubbing his shoulders reassuringly. He was interested.
"No price. Consider this me wanting to show off to the most influential being in the ghost zone; so you'll know where to come next time you have a problem ordinary means won't fix." Vlad nodded. This was a game he could play: career advancement. She wasn't the first to offer her unique talents to his disposal. Still he could have some fun with this.
"The one thing I would want is-"
"No, you have to wish it." She cut him off. Vlad hummed, satisfied to have gotten under her skin.
"I wish there was another halfa, so I wouldn't be so alone anymore." He hadn't mean to say that last part, but it was too late. Green swirled around her hands, and energy swept through the room. A letter from his high school in Wisconsin requesting to use his home as the location for their upcoming reunion flew from the corner of his desk.
"So you wished it, so it shall be."
Hundreds of miles away a fourteen year old boy with sleek black hair, dazzling blue eyes suited himself in hazmat gear pushed a button.
Desiree didn't always corrupt wishes, but sometimes she couldn't help herself.