I've been looking on Fanfiction for a good Vlad's Daughter story, and I'll be frank: there's not too many. Oh, there are some good ones, but I've had a story line that's been stuck in my head for a while now, and I really wanted to write it down.

I'm only going to continue if enough people take interest.

Thank you, and happy reading!

Green light flashes. A floating, white entity zooms past in the sky…

Is that pink light?

An explosion pierces the air, making a deafening sound that's heard for miles-

*B-DUMP*

"Owww!" I quietly whined, clutching my poor noggin, which had banged against the bus window. That's it. This is the last time I decide to take public transportation. Sighing dramatically, I blew up at my annoying, bright blonde bangs that always seemed to be where I didn't want them: namely, right in front of my eyes.

Well, I wanted short hair.

But who knew how irritating pixie cuts could be?

I sat up in the sticky seat, and eyed my shoulder bag, which was right next to me. No way was I letting that thing outta my sight; it had to get me through a whole semester at…what was the name of the- Oh! Right…

Casper High.

Yay me.

I looked out the window, my vision shaking on account of the bumpy, country roads that are meant to take me across half the state.

Oh look, a farm! Oo, there's another…and there's one, too!

I swear to God, I wish I could stay in Southmont, that lovable little Chicago suburb. Where the bar's right next to the used bookstore, which's right across the street from the pharmacy where they sell Beanie Babies, which was behind the best sushi restaurant in the world…

But, nooo…

I'm going to some shitty little town that, honestly, I've never heard of before it wound up on the front page of the National Inquirer. Repeatedly.

"Ghost Capital of America!"

And I've got to go there because my mom says that I should spend some quality time with my "dad." What a joke. But, then again, so is my mom being married to a future billionaire one day… and the next, going through the quickest, quietest divorce that the media will never know of. After that, Mom decided that she would never ever step into the land of Las Vegas again. But, hey, that's what she gets for not noticing that the bar tender accidentally gave her something a little stronger than the orange juice that she asked for…

…and the next morning, she wakes up next to a young, white-haired man who, apparently, had just recently been released from a long stay in the hospital, and had decided to celebrate it with a few rounds.

(Yeah…when my mom finally told me this, I vowed right then and there that I would never touch a drink in my life.)

Imagine her surprise when, later, she (after the divorce stuff) got morning sickness and all that crap. And, well, you can imagine who came along after several months. At that point, though, my mom had finally married the guy she'd been dating for nearly ten years. Of course, my mom had rushed right to him after the night in Vegas, and told him all about it (or what she could remember). He was surprisingly accepting.

Anyway, for the next sixteen years, I grow up with my wonderful parents, in a nice quiet little town-

"Next stop: Amity Park!"

Another bump bounced me in my seat, making me wince from the jolt. Honestly, my dad once told me he owned a private helicopter. Yeah, he offered to send it for me, but there's no way I was going to explain to my neighbors why a very expensive looking helicopter landed in my yard.

*B-DUMP*

Though I'm starting to wish I'd taken his offer.

God…the last time I saw my dad, he was still living up in the land of the cheese, wearing that stiff, black suit, his hair in a ponytail. Very aristocratic looking.

I looked down at my baggy jeans. (*Sigh* I'm sixteen, a junior in high school, and I still fit in a kid's size 16. I'm never going to get that growth spurt.) My pacman "Nom nom nom" shirt fits nicely under my Snoopy hoody. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pulled up a picture of the last time we saw eachother.

Wow.

Besides a little light-coloring in my hair, I look almost nothing like the guy. How the hell do I have half his DNA?

Whatever.

I wonder what he'll think of me now. Early last year, near the end of Winter break, was the last time he saw me. That was also when I had 14 inch long hair, and wasn't kinda-sorta-maybe wasn't dating someone.

But that is a story for a different time.

Maybe I should get some green highlights just to freak him out.

"Now arriving: Amity Park."

Whipping my hood up, I slipped on my backpack and purse, pocketed my phone, and grabbed my shoulder bag. Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself off the seat, and made my way to the front of the bus. I nodded my head towards the bus driver politely, though I silently cursed him for every minute of agony on this forsaken piece of shit. Jerk didn't even look up. Whatever.

I stepped off the bus, and into the next few months of my life of Kisha, daughter of Vlad Masters.

*Psh*

Piece of cake.

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