This is a story I used to have on my Wattpad account before I stopped using Wattpad and, therefore, stopped writing this story. Due to the guilt of people waiting years for an update, only to find I am no longer writing it, I have decided to finish it. I'm going to rewrite each chapter to fix mistakes I have made and to change it to the writing style I have now. For those of you who are coming from Wattpad, welcome back. For those who are reading this for the first time, welcome. I hope you enjoy.
It was a cold, crisp day in Amity Park. Colorful leaves had fallen off the trees and onto the ground below. Danny was walking home from school, a soft wind blowing through his dark hair. He sighed in content. It wasn't often that Danny had a slow day where he could just enjoy himself instead of fighting ghosts.
Even though there hadn't been any ghosts, Danny couldn't help but be suspicious as to why. It had almost become routine for a ghost to show up each day, so where were they? He wondered if perhaps they were plotting something. Perhaps taking a break? The thought boggled Danny's mind as he walked home.
Walking through the front door of his home, Danny was greeted with an explosion, one he knew came from the basement. "Not again!" Jack exclaimed.
Danny rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind him, So much for a peaceful day. He thought with a tinge of bitterness.
Danny made his way to the kitchen where, when he arrived, saw smoke rising from the doorway leading to the basement. He set his backpack down with a shake of the head. Instead of getting something to eat, something Danny had been thinking about his entire walk home, he headed downstairs, following the smoke.
Jack had listened to Danny's footsteps as he walked down the stairs. He turned to his son when Danny made it to the doorway. "Danny! You're home!" Jack announced. "Your mother and I have been testing out my new invention!"
"Our new invention." Maddie corrected. She rubbed her chin as she looked back down at the hunk of metal in front of her. "But it just doesn't seem to work." She shrugged and tossed the thought aside for the moment to give Danny her full attention. "So, how was your day at school, sweetie?"
Danny suddenly wished he had never come downstairs. "It was good." No better than any other day, he thought.
"No one giving you any trouble?" Jack asked, voice booming as usual.
"Nope." Danny responded. There was no point in bringing up Dash, he was used to it by now. Danny didn't see this conversation going anywhere else so he decided to leave. His foot had just landed on the first step when his father stopped him.
"Oh, Danny, I almost forgot! Vladdy is having a little get together. We're leaving tomorrow!" Jack informed.
Danny felt his mouth go dry. "Oh, well, I'm so excited." The sarcasm was practically dripping from his voice. Danny all but stomped up the stairs and to his room.
As Danny did his best to refrain from slamming the bedroom door behind him, he pulled out his phone and dialed Sam and Tucker.
"What!?" Sam and Tucker exclaimed in unison. Danny had just told what was going on.
"Dude, you can't go. Just tell your folks you're sick or something." Tucker suggested.
"I can't," Danny responded, thinking back to his parent's strange methods. "They'll just think something's up… or worse."
Sam agreed with Danny. "He's right. Besides, if Danny doesn't go, his dad will probably be in danger."
Tucker hadn't thought of that. "That's true. But what are you supposed to do, Danny? He's your arch nemesis and this has evil plan written all over it."
"I know," Danny said. "I know. I guess I'll just have to sleep with one eye opened." Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. "Listen, I'll call you guys back later."
"Okay, Danny. Good luck." Sam said.
"Yeah, man. Good luck." Tucker said.
When Jazz arrived home later that day, it took no more than three minutes for her to burst into Danny's room exclaiming, "We're going to Vlad's!?"
"Yup." Danny sighed, looking up from his English homework.
Jazz felt both loathe and worry. "What are we going to do?"
Danny shrugged halfheartedly. "Stick it out. See what happens. It's all we can do."
Jazz turned and walked out of the room with hunched shoulders mumbling, "I guess I'll go pack the ghost weapons."
Waking up at four a.m., the morning was nothing short of groggy. Outside, obviously, was still dark. It was sprinkling softly and a breeze was blowing through the trees. Danny was brushing his teeth. Jazz was brushing her hair. "You ready?" She asked. The circles under her eyes just as dark as the circles under Danny's eyes.
Danny washed off his toothbrush and rinsed his mouth. "No." He responded.
Jazz responded, "Me neither."
Sometime during the ride, Jazz managed to fall back asleep. Danny, on the other hand, didn't. His hand rested on his chin as he stared out the window. Maddie caught Danny's glum expression in the rearview mirror. "Is something wrong, dear?"
"Nothing. Everything's peachy." Danny responded, not a lick of humor in his voice.
"Did we do something to upset you?" She asked.
Danny finally tore his eyes from the window to look at his mom. "No, I'm just tired." He said with a sigh.
"How about you try and get some rest then. It's still a while until we arrive." Maddie suggested, features softening. Danny grunted in response, eyes trailing back to the window.
Well into the afternoon, the rain had long ago ceased. Danny had ended up falling asleep but when he awoke, he found he felt even less rested than before. Everyone exited the Assault Vehicle to meet Vlad at the front steps of his mansion. "Aw, Maddie, Daniel, Jasmine. How nice to see you all again." He held out his arms in greeting as they entered the mansion.
This is going to go great. Thought Danny sarcastically.
