I had been planning to save this story for later, but I couldn't wait!

Just so you are aware, I've modeled this Wolfgang more off of the "Skylanders Academy" version, cause I don't actually own the tap team game. Sorry if that bugs you.

Enjoy the story!

The streets of the underworld were busy. They were always busy. Ghosts and ghouls, skeleton and spirits, they were all going from place to place, carrying on with their undead lives. The square was the busiest. And loudest.

It was deep into the night, when the creatures of the underworld were most active. The skies were overcast with dark and dreary clouds, like they almost always were. Basically it was a typical day in the underworld.

Wolfgang hid it the shadows of a nearly deserted alley. Tonight he would have a little fun and relax. A single skeleton had wondered into this alley. He didn't look all that smart, but that didn't matter. He was oblivious to the presence of the nearby werewolf.

Calmly, Wolfgang brought his face into the gloomy light, smiling evilly at the little skeleton. It saw him, and recognised him. The was a faint chittering as the skeleton's bones trembled. It squeaked out a scream and ran form his as fast as his bone legs could carry him.

Wolfgang chuckled to himself. Of all the creatures from the underworld, skeletons were the easiest to terrify. He had yet to come across one that had any guts. They were generally stupid too.

He casually began to walk through the streets, his bone harp in hand. The doom raiders hadn't planned anything recently, so he had the whole night to himself. Occasionally he'd run across another skeleton or grim creaper and give them a good scare.

The news of his presence spread very quickly, raising some panic and confusion. The crowds it the busier areas of town began to thin out. No one wanted to be in the same five mile radius as Wolfgang. And he liked it that way. He could finally have some peace to work on his music. No shrieking ghouls and no squabbling doom raiders.

It only took an hour for every street, alley, and even the square to be deserted. At last he was completely alone. Leaning against the wall of a stone building, Wolfgang sat down and began to strum his harp. It was at times like this that he allowed himself to pick a more melodious song, as opposed to his usual blaring rock. And it was only at times like this did he allow his mind to wander to his past, to places he would never share with anyone. He played his song of melancholy, hardly aware of which strings his clawed fingers plucked. He was relying on on musical instinct to play this song as his mind drifted.

He had only joined the doom raiders two years ago. Correction, he had only created the doom raiders a two years ago, along with the Golden Queen and that deranged wizard, the Chompy Mage. It had been the best decision of his life, or at least he'd thought so at the time. They had managed to recruit an evil chef and a creepy... he actually didn't know what to call Dr. Crankcase. The most recent recruit was that dumb blue slug. Why the Golden Queen allowed him in was beyond Wolfgang. It didn't really matter, as now they were the most feared criminals of all of Skylands.

The being feared by all and the plundering was truly enjoyable. But then there was tolerating the other doom raiders. Oh sure, their combined abilities could do endless damage and all, like the Golden Queen kept telling them. But for some reason she expected him to obey her every whim without question. As if he was just gonna roll over on his belly like a good little dog!

And the noise. He just couldn't get away from it. All the squabbling and bickering and arguing was enough to dive any werewolf insane. And if he decided to sit and play his bone harp, they would start to pester him tirelessly to 'tone it down, like way down'. It was really hard not to put them all in a trance sometimes. His music took on an angrier tone as he fumed.

But now he was alone, in the quiet of the underworld. His home turf. It felt good to channel all his annoyances through his music, but now his mind took him back to a time further than the doom raiders, and his music softened. Before he was a villain, before a rockstar even, before-

A crash from around the corner snapped Wolfgang back to the present. He sat quietly, listening. There was some movement. He wasn't alone. He listened again. Deciding it wasn't any sort of threat, he spoke; "Come out," he said coldly.

It was a tiny vampire kid. She'd been hidden by a small crate that she was now looking over. She watched him curiously from where she stood, apparently unaware that he was a wanted criminal that she should avoid. Her skin was very pale, like most vampires of her kind, but had a pinkish hue. Or maybe he was imagining the hue because of her vibrantly pink hair. It was in some sort of fancy braid that ran along her head and down her back. There was probably a name for it, but Wolfgang didn't really care. Some of the hair had escaped the braid and formed a curly bang. Her eyes were a ember-like, a whitish pink in the center rimmed with purple in place of an iris. She had a scrape on one of her cheeks.

This could be fun. He wouldn't hurt the kid, but he would give her a good scare. "Well, well, what do we have here. A tiny baby vampire, all alone in the dark street." He enriched his voice with mock sympathy. He stood up to look bigger, although, even sitting down he towered over her.

Now, usually that would have been enough to make an adult drow elf pee his pants. Heck, the very sight of him was enough to make an adult drow elf pee his pants. But the little vampire didn't seem to be very scared. In fact, she looked the opposite. She looked mad at him.

"Not a baby!" she said angrily. "I'm four." She held out three fingers to demonstrate.

"U-hu." She looked a little small to be four, but what did he know. He decided to sit back down. He was about to ask her what a four year old vampire was doing all alone in the street, but she spoke first.

"Can I see it?" she asked, pointing to his bone harp. Apparently she was already over her anger as she was once more curious.

The question caught him off guard. "You want to see my bone harp?" He looked at his handcrafted instrument laying at his side.

She nodded eagerly.

He shrugged and moved the harp in front of him. The vampire didn't hesitate to clamber over the creat she was standing behind and come over to him. Wolfgang's brain took a moment to register what he was seeing.

"Kid, what happened to your legs?" The girl was walking on her knees, for the rest of her legs were cut off at the near the top of the shins. She wore a black skirt and purple leggings, like anyone would expect a kid to where, but she also wore small knee pads to aid in walking. If you could even call it that.

She crawled up to him and sat on his leg. He was to shocked, by her appearance to even care. She pulled the bone harp closer and began to examine it. "Cool," she breathed. The piece was as big as the kid was, so she had a hard time getting a good view of it.. She traced the detailed carvings with her small fingers. "You make it?" She looked up at him with large curious eyes.

He couldn't help but feel a little softer tored her. No one, not even his fellow doom raiders had ever shown so much as a shred of interest in the instrument he had put so much time and pride in. "I did," he told her.

"You make me one?" she asked hopefully.

"Um, no." He lifted the harp out of her grasp as she reached for the strings. He set it down next to him. "Now I want you to answer my question. What happened to your legs."

She shrugged dismissively. "Mommy said I was born different."

So a birth defect, not some tragic event. "And where is your mommy?"

She shuffled a little uncomfortably. "I think I'm lost," she told him.

That was possible. He could easily imagine a small child getting separated from her parents as the panic and confusion of his presence drove everyone off. But it was also possible for her to have been abandoned. That wasn't uncommon it the underworld. A parent might easily decide he was tired of taking care of a kid, especially a lame one, and dup it in a street the first chance he got.

Either way, he didn't want the kid to become his problem. He had enough to deal with in his life. He stood up and brushed himself off. "This has been fun and all, but I've got places I need to be."

She grabbed onto his leg. "Can I come? You can help find-"

"No." He shook her off. He was a criminal mastermind. He did not help lost baby vampires find their parents. And if she had been abandoned, he wasn't about to give her false hope. The chances of a child her age surviving the streets of the underworld were slim. The chances of a lame child her age surviving were next to none. He might not want to kill her, but there were plenty of things that would. He started to leave.

"Wait!" The little vampire tried to run after him,but tripped over herself. He looked over his shoulder at her. She stayed on her hands and knees, not bothering to get up. A forlorn look crossed over her eyes. Perhaps she was smart enough to realize that she was in real trouble out here, and probably wouldn't find her parents. Her breath started to come short, and her eyes became watery. Wolfgang realised what was about to happen.

Crying is proof that she wouldn't be able to make it, Wolfgang told himself. It's a sign of weakness. But he knew he was telling himself a lie. After all, he'd been much older than this little vampire, and he'd cried.

Wolfgang hung onto his mother tightly. She loved him. He knew that to be true. That would always be true. She showed him and his twin brother all the love they could ever wan't. He let go of the embrace. "I've been practicing mum! Do you want to hear?"

"Of course I want to hear." She love his music almost as much as she loved her children. Her fur was a dusty gold color, and her eyes were emerald green. They were a poor family, so she wore simple brown clothing. And her earring. The first gift his dad had ever given his mother. It was an emerald set in gold. She always wore the earring. Wolfgang wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe it was to remind her that father had once loved her.

Wolfgang began to strum, and his little sister came into the room. "I want to listen to!" She crawled onto her mother's lap. She had the same eyes as her mother, but her fur was black. She would often sing while Wolfgang played, but today she just listened. She swayed to the music, enjoying the rhythm. Nightsong was only seven, while Wolfgang and Sol were ten.

He continued to play for them. Occasionally he'de miss a note or is fingers would stumble, but no one seemed to mind. He had only started playing the harp a year and a half ago, so he was actually very good.

The door of the small house was opened. "Enough of that noise," a gruff voice said. Wolfgang turned to see his father slam the door behind him.

"It's called music," Wolfgang said to him.

The large werewolf snorted. "It's annoying and useless, just like you are," he growled. Wolfgang's dad was ragged and had russet orange fur. His eyes were as red as his lust for blood. He was nothing like his wife. He was her opposite. He detested the sight of his sons, yet still retained a slight contentedness with his daughter. Maybe she reminded him enough of mother, who he had once loved. Wolfgang wondered if he did anymore.

"Don't you talk to my pup like that," the she-wolf growled.

"He's my pup too. I can talk to him however I like."

She growled warningly at him. Wolfgang's dad may be the head of the house, but his mother was no pushover.

Wolfgang watched his father go into his room, ignoring his family. He hated how much he looked like his father. His green eyes were the only indication that he wasn't his father's clone. Sol came in from waiting outside, apparently having made the wise decision to avoid father.

"Why does he hate us hate us?" Wolfgang asked his mother.

"Oh honey. He doesn't- he doesn't hate you. He just- has high expectations." She was trying to make him feel better, but it was hard to sugarcoat the vile truth. He knew she tried her best though, countering father's hatred with her love and care. Wolfgang hugged her, knowing he would be able to stand his life as long as she was there.

It would be the last time he ever did so.

The next day, Wolfgang was walking home from school with Sol and Nightsong, like they did every day. He opened the door, expecting to find mother waiting for them. Instead his eyes fell upon father, home early. Father was never home early.

Sensing something was off, Wolfgang asked, "What's happened?"

Ignoring his question, the orange werewolf jabbed a finger at Sol. "You." He then pointed to Wolfgang, "And you. Go to your rooms and pack anything you want to keep." He turned to his daughter and said in a softer tone. "Nightsong, go to your room and stay until I come get you."

Wolfgang wanted to protest. He wanted to question his father. But he also knew that now was not a good time to cross the huge werewolf. So instead he did what he was told, and Sol and Nightsong followed suit.

Wolfgang didn't own much. Clothing, a comb, a flute, some comics, music books, and of course, his wooden harp. He returned to the main room, along with Sol. His dad then handed them each a stuffed backpack with a sleeping bag attached. He gave the boys a curt nod. "Good. Now go."

"Wait, what!" Sol cried.

"You heard me. Go."

"You can't do that!" Wolfgang said.

"It's my house. I can whatever I feel like." He turned his back on his pups.

Wolfgang grabbed onto his father's arm. "Where's mum!" he yelled.

The hulking werewolf turned and looked his son directly in his eye, and Wolfgang could see that it wasn't only his irises that were red. The fur below his eyes were wet. Never, from the time he was born to now, had Wolfgang ever known his father to cry.

"She's gone," he croaked out. "Dead! Died this morning! And I want nothing more to do with you." Wolfgang saw his sister behind his father. She was trembling behind the cracked door.

This couldn't be true. It couldn't be true. Unless..."Did you kill her," Wolfgang asked in a hushed voice.

"What?"

"Did you kill her?" he said a bit louder. Wolfgang knew his father didn't love his family. He looked into his father's eyes. Horror etched onto the older werewolf's face.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Sight!" the older werewolf roared the last word.

And Wolfgang ran. He and his brother didn't stop running until they were thoroughly lost and out of breath. It was then that the true enormity of what had just happened sunk in. And then he cried. He and Sol cried for hours that night. The night he had been abandoned.

Wolfgang looked down at the sobbing child. He should leave. He should leave now. He had made the decision to join the darkness long ago, had he had to live with it. Why was he even struggling with this?!

He couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to leave her there, alone. Maybe he didn't have to help her. He could just… tolerate her. That was acceptable in villany. Toleration was something he did all the time. He wouldn't help, he would tolerate. He'd probably regret this.

Having made up his mind, Wolfgang pulled out his smartphone and looked at the blank screen. He gave an exaggerated sigh and said, "Well, looks like ol Kranky's canceled on me, so I guess I can stay here a while longer." He was hoping his little fib would stop the kid's crying. It didn't work. Now what was he supposed to do?

Not knowing how else to handle the situation, knelt down and tried to pick her up. As he reached down, she backed up, trying to hold back the sobbs. She glared at him with mistrust and bared her fangs. He smirked at her cute attempt to look intimidating.

"Calm down," he told her. He reached for her again, and she bit him. She bit him. Wolfgang looked down at the two small, stinging puncture mars on his hand. He, Wolfgang, had been bitten by a tiny four year old vampire. That didn't happen every day. He looked back at her in amusement. "Kid, I'm not gonna hurt ya." Again he tried to to pick her up, but he approached more cautiously this time. She didn't try to fight him, as she realized there was nothing more she could do to make him stop.

Her entire midsection fit in his paw. Given, his paws were huge, but still. Wolfgang set the child on his lap. She'd stopped crying, thankfully, but was still breathing heavily. "We can sit here and see if your parents come by to pick you up," he told her.

She nodded. Then something he really didn't expect happened. She hugged him. "Thanks," she whispered in a hoarse voice. Oh great, he was already at the hugging stage. Despite himself Wolfgang smiled at the act.

It didn't take take long for the kid to brighten up (thank goodness) and soon she was asking him to play his 'stringy thing that made cool sounds'. Wolfgang obliged and picked up a more upbeat tune. She loved it.

Plenty of fans would cheer to Wolfgang's blaring rock music, but it had been a long time since he had met someone who enjoyed his less aggressive music just as much. But this kid seemed to like it all. Ok, maybe she was only four and hadn't developed much of musical taste yet, but he was still pleased with himself. He hadn't felt like this since- since mother and Nightsong.

"Why are you sad?" Wolfgang brought his attention back to the kid.

"I'm not sad," he said. "You are the one who was sad just a minute ago."

She ignored that. "Can you play blind?" she asked instead.

Wolfgang blinked, not understanding what she meant. "You mean, can I play with my eyes closed?" She nodded eagerly. "I guess." Wolfgang closed his eyes and began to play again.

"Cool!" she said once he finished. "Some time, I'm gonna be able to do something cool with my eyes closed!" She looked at him with large eager eyes.

"Really." Wolfgang said. "Like what?"

"Roller skate!" she said immediately. Wolfgang glanced down at the kid's deformed legs. "My big brothers say I'm not allowed to," she continued, pouting. "They say it's too dangress, and I'm too little, and that it's not a sport for little girls."

Wolfgang had a funny feeling that there was another reason, but he didn't tell her that. Instead he just said "It's dang-er-ous kid, not dangress."

"Whatever." Apparently she had an attitude to.

They stayed there for an hour or so, and the dark sky began to lighten. As he sat watching the kid play, Wolfgang thought of the craziest idea he had ever had. What if he kept the kid?

He watched her try to stand on the stub of her legs. He reached his hand out in time to stop her from face planting on the cement ground. It couldn't be that hard could it? He could train her in the ways of evil. That wouldn't be hard, as she was A: a vampire, and B: she already possessed some common personality traits found in villains. Like her how stubborn she could be, as Wolfgang was quickly learning. And C: she was still at a very young age, perfect time to turn her to the darkness.

Adopting a kid for the sake of companionship would give Wolfgang a very bad reputation among other villains. Adopting an apprentice on the other hand…

Again Wolfgang stopped the little vampire from falling. "Maybe you should stop doing that," he said.

"I can do it," she said determinedly and went back to trying to stand upright.

For a while, Wolfgang daydreamed about what it might be like if he kept her. He could already see the Golden Queen's face once she saw his new pet. There would be a lot of arguing, undoubtedly, but Wolfgang was sure he would be able to convince them in the end.

He knew she could become a truly terrifying force of evil. Even if she had pink hair. Growing up in the most evil band in all of skylands would turn out a very good villain. The doom raiders would be unstoppable.

The little kid had gotten bored with her attempts at standing to her full height, and was now pushing a small, empty crate closer to him.

What was he thinking? He couldn't take care Dr. Krankcase's lab rat, let alone a child. He couldn't even teach basic math! How did he expect to train her in the ways of evil?

Wolfgang stood up and stretched. The whole sky was gray now, so it must be pretty late in the morning. "Alright kiddo, let's go see if we can find where your family's gone off to." He reached down and scooped her up.

"Back ride!" she said.

Wolfgang shrugged and put her back down. He knelt low enough for her to climb on. "You sure you can get up there?" he asked as she went around to his back.

"Mm-hm." Wolfgang gritted his teeth when she dug her knees into his back and gripped his fur as she worked her way to his shoulders. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to have any trouble, though Wolfgang's back was gonna feel that later. She gripped his front shoulder spikes and sat down on his shoulders, ready to go. "Ok," she told him.

Wolfgang got up slowly, not wanting to throw the kid off. She kept a tight grip. He grabbed his bone harp and looked around the alley. He decided to head in the direction he saw the vampire come from. It wasn't much of a lead, as the kid probably zigzagged all over, but it was a start.

"Tell me if you recognise anything," he told her.

"I saw that box right there."

"Kid, there are boxes like that in every street."

"Ok. Umm, how bout that lamp?"

Wolfgang sighed. "Those are in every street to too."

"Alright. Thennn-"

"Just tell me when you recognise the place you last saw your parents," he said to her. He sensed that she would otherwise point out every familiar-ish speck of dust.

"Ok."

They continued walking in silence for a few minutes. The vampire would often lean way over to get a better view of the area. He kept thinking she would lean to far and fall off, but she managed to keep her balance each time, and Wolfgang began to relax a little as she continued doing this. He shifted his harp from one hand to another on occasion, as it was kinda heavy, especially with the added weight on his shoulders. Though, to be honest, the skeletal harp was probably heavier than the child.

"Go faster!" she told him after about ten minutes. Apparently the ride had already gotten boring for her.

"No," he said flatly.

"Aww. Why not?"

"Because I don't feel like running."

"That's not reason enough!"

"Yes it is."

She was silent for a moment. Probably pouting, Wolfgang guessed. "You can jump then!" she finally said.

"Do you want to fly?" he asked her. That's probably what would happen if he started jumping, no matter how tight a grip she had.

"Yes!" she said.

"No you don't."

"Yes I do!"

"No you don't."

"Then why you ask?"

"I expected you to say no."

"That's not fair!" She was silent again. "What does flying have to do with jumping?"

"You would probably fly off me if I jumped," he said.

"Nu-a. I can hold on."

"Kid, you've got no idea how high I can jump."

"Higher is more fun!" she exclaimed.

"Do you want a broken neck?"

"No."

"Then I'm not jumping."

"You're no fun," she decided.

"I know that."

Again they were walking in silence. The sky was still overcast with clouds, but it had gotten considerably lighter. For the underworld anyway. They didn't run into anyone, as almost all the undead creatures were in bed by now. Very few ever stayed up through the day.

As they walked, Wolfgang started to wonder what he would do if he didn't find the kid's family. Maybe… No. He couldn't keep it. He didn't want an annoying vampire anyway.

Wolfgang shifted his bone harp to his right hand again. He should have just left when he had the chance. That would have been smartest. It's what any other villain would have done. It's what his father would have done. And that's why he didn't do it. Wolfgang hated his father for what he did. And once he finds him again, he would kill him. Murder was about the only crime wolfgang had yet to commit, and he wanted his father to be the first.

Wolfgang looked around the grey town absently. The chances of finding any undead life at this time were very slim. The kid had been quiet for a while now, but that was fine with him. He didn't need her chattering in his ear.

He walked on. It occurred to him how weird it would look to any who was awake to see one of the most feared villains in all of skylands walking around with a four year old vampire on his shoulders. He was suddenly glad no one was around.

His problem still remained. What was he supposed to do if the kid's parents didn't turn up? He couldn't carry her around searching forever. Maybe he could find some place to drop her off at that would give her a chance. There weren't many places like that in the underworld, but there was bound to be a few somewhere. And if not down here, he could probably find an orphanage on the surface. Or…No, he told himself firmly. He couldn't keep her.

They walked another thirty minutes or so when Wolfgang noticed that the kid's grip had loosened. Setting down his harp, he reached up and grabbed her before she slipped off his back.

"Hmm?" she mumbled. Wolfgang held the kid out in front of him with both hands to look at her. Her eyes were half closed and she was limp in his grasp. She must have fallen asleep, he realized. He looked up at the cloudy sky. It was late in the morning, ten o'clock maybe. No wonder the kid was so tired. He could go days without sleeping (though never willingly), but for a toddler, this was more than she could handle.

When Wolfgang looked back down to the kid, he found that she was asleep again. Her eyes were closed and her breathing deep and even.

Now. Now was the time her should set her down and leave. He wouldn't turn back, and his life would go back to normal. Or he could go through with his 'find a safe place for her' plan, and then go back to his normal life. He should do it now. Now was the perfect chance, maybe his only chance.

But he didn't. Instead, he shifted the little child so that she was cradled in his right arm. Wolfgang picked up his bone harp with his left and kept walking. Maybe he would regret it, he probably would, but his mind was made up. If he couldn't find her family by nightfall, he would keep her. He liked her company better than the other doom raiders anyway.

He kept walking rather aimlessly. He knew he would probably hear anyone before he saw them, but there was no sounds to be heard. Then a thought struck him. The market square. That was the busiest part of every town in the underworld, and that was the most likely place for a kid to get separated from its parents if there was a panic. He had been walking in nearly the opposite direction.

Wolfgang turned around and retraced his steps. If her parents were looking for her they would be in the market square. Most likely. But if he didn't find anything…

It took another hour of walking to get there. Wolfgang himself was beginning to feel rather tired. He was definitely tired walking. It was probably about midday when the square was in view.

Before he even entered it, Wolfgang could hear voices. Panicked voices. Depressed and stressed voices. He had been right. They were here. The kid's parents.

Wolfgang felt a pang of disappointment. He hadn't realized how much he had wanted to keep the kid. What is wrong with me! He shouldn't be disappointed. He should be glad. He had succeeded. The kid would no longer be his problem.

He listened for a while, half hoping that he was wrong, and it was someone else entirely. He knew his hope was vain, and it became very apparent as he listened.

"She couldn't have just disappeared!" A female voice. She was yelling, but it was panicked yelling, not angry yelling. That must be the mother.

"We've looked everywhere." This voice was male, but it was too young to be the father. The kid had mentioned having brothers, so this must be one of them.

"You shouldn't complaining. It was your job to watch her. And it's your fault she's gone!" This voice was also male and also too young to be the father. Another brother then.

"I looked away for one minute and she was gone! That's not my fault! Then there was so much going on with all the panicked skeletons-"

"Get a grip both of you," the mother said. "We aren't going to find her if you two sit there bickering all day."

Wolfgang looked down at the sleeping vampire child in his arms. There was no doubt. That was her family, and they were looking for her. Even though they were right there, Wolfgang still wanted to keep her. But that would never work, he rilised. Maybe if he didn't find her family it could have, but now that he had found them…

Wolfgang sighed and straightened himself. He gripped his bone harp firmly in his left hand, holding the kid with the other. Slowly he strolled into the market square, careful not to be loud. He was still top dog villain, and he planned to act like it.

The female vampire noticed him first. She recognised him immediately. She said something to the two younger vampire boys, who looked about fourteen and twelve. They moved so that they were behind their mother. The mother had purple hair held back in a series of hairbands. Her eyes were the same as the vampire Wolfgang was holding.

She glared at him as if daring him to come any closer, intent on protecting her boys. Then she saw what he was holding. She stared, wide eyed, at her sleeping child. When she looked back to Wolfgang, her expression said very clearly that the only thing stopping her from attacking now, was the fact that he had her daughter in his arms.

Well, this could be fun. The kid hadn't been scared of him, but maybe he could mess with the mother. "I'm assuming that this is yours?" He inclined his head tored the kid, smiling wickedly.

The female vampire tensed and bared her fangs at him.

Wolfgang snorted. He was about to say something else when the kid woke up. Seeing her mother, she exclaimed "Mommy!" Seriously? Of all the times, she had to wake up now? Why couldn't he have fun for at least a few minutes?

Seeing that, with the exception of the scrape, her child was unharmed, the female vampire relaxed a bit. "Honey, don't move," she said in a serious voice.

The kid looked a little confused as to why her mother was upset. She looked at Wolfgang, hoping for an explanation. When she saw him, she seemed to remember something. "Mommy, this is my new friend!"

"Your new...friend?"

"Mm-hm. He was helping me find you."

"...really?" the adult vampire eyed him wearily.

Wolfgang shrugged. "I found her on the street."

"Nu-a! I found you!" she said angrily at him.

That was technically true, but he wasn't about to admit that. "Whatever," he said. "Anyway, you can have her back as long as you never mention this to anyone." Wolfgang really didn't want the news of this to get out. It would completely ruin his reputation.

She gave him a curt nod.

Wolfgang knelt to set the kid down, but before he could, she hugged him. Again with the hugging? It would be really, really bad if this got out. But he actually kinda liked it. Kind of.

"Thank you for pretending to cancile for me," she said. Wow. Had it really been that obvious? She let go of him and ran (sort of) to her mother, who immediately picked her up. The mother hugged her daughter closely.

Before anything else could happen, Wolfgang turned around and walked away. He didn't look back, and no one tried to stop him. He kept walking for a while. The streets now felt very lonely to him. They hadn't felt this way with the kid. The kid. It was only then that Wolfgang realized he had never bothered to ask her for her name. Common courtesy wasn't exactly his strong suit.

It doesn't matter, he told himself. It's not like I'm ever going to see her again…

Wolfgang leaned over a railing as he watched skylanders of various kinds fight against one another or against training dummies. As a sensei, he had to take his turn overseeing battle training. There wasn't much for him to do. If someone got hurt he would call a medic, or he could order someone to take on a tougher challenge. Pretty much, this was the most boring part about being a sensei.

Today, Wolfgang was watching one skylander in particular. He'd seen her before on the battlefield, but not very well. He'd had the funny sensation of deja' vu, but couldn't place his finger on it.

It had been years since he had even thought about the time he found the lost vampire. He never said anything to anyone about it. Life as a doom raider continued, and he didn't give the event a second thought. Although, for some reason he always felt more like tearing his victims limb from limb after that. It was something he couldn't explain.

Now Wolfgang watched as a pink haired, roller skating vampire sliced through battle dummies with ease. He had no doubt now. Never in a million years would he have guessed that that little vampire he had found all those years ago would become a skylander as an adult. But the proof was tearing down targets in front of him. Not only had the kid managed to become a skylander, but she was part of the elite superchargers team and had reached the rank of legendary. He was impressed. He'd never say that out loud though. He never told anyone that he was impressed.

While he recognised her, he wasn't sure if she recognised him. She hadn't given him so much as a second glance. If she didn't remember him from all those years ago, he wouldn't bring the subject up. It would be really embarrassing if his suspicions were wrong.

The session bell rang, and the training field began to empty as the skylanders went off to do whatever. Wolfgang stretched and started to leave when he heard someone skate up to him. Roller Brawl leaned against the railing, and they stared at one another for a moment.

"You really are that kid I found all those years ago," Wolfgang mused.

"Excuse me? I remember very clearly that I found you."

Wolfgang smirked. "And you still have stubbornness issues I see."

"Yeah, that's true," she said.

He grunted in amusement. "Alright kid." He pointed to the battle arena. "I want to see what you're made of."

"Ya sure? You might regret letting me live."

Wolfgang snorted. "I already regret that, so I've got nothin to lose."

She shrugged and skated over to the arena. Wolfgang followed behind her. People began to gather as they realised there was going to be a face off.

"Do me a favor," Roller Brawl said, "and don't go easy on me."

"In your your dreams kid!" She smiled at him, showing off her long fangs. He crouched low, ready for attack.

The foghorn sounded, and the battle began.

THE END

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