Vlad Tries to Recruit Followers
Danny sighed in boredom at his older companions ranting. He had his elbow on the large oak table he was sitting at and placed his head in his palm, his eyes drooping ever so often.
He had been With Vlad for a week now and was living in the humungous mansion/castle that Vlad called a home. It was quite extensive and had many wings and looked almost exactly the same as the last time he was here. His room was on the third floor, while Vlad's was on the ground level, so he basically had a whole story to himself, which was a bonus. His bed, ironically, was the one he slept before his dads high school reunion. The rest of his room had been decked out with a large flat-screen, his own person desktop and the walls were a deep blue colour.
Since he didn't really know exactly what Vlad had planned for him, he spent every night in ghost form, just in case the fruit loop decided to attack. But he figured that wouldn't happen, because Vlad had announced a truce between them on arriving to Wisconsin. Danny had just shrugged his shoulders and continued to be suspicious about the older mans behaviour.
Right now he was sitting in a lavish kitchen, one out of three. Three! Who really needed three kitchens...
But back to the point, he was sitting in a wooden chair, in one of three kitchens, listening to Vlad, who was making a fuss about how he couldn't any ghosts to join him – along with himself – into being a group who caused havoc around the city. Apparently Vlad had already tried a few methods, screaming it into his portal, knocking on various doors, (Most of which, got slammed in his face) and writing it in the swirly green portal sky.
And apparently, if any ghosts did join, they wouldn't be able to beat him to a pulp. This was the third rule on a list Vlad was making
Danny spotted the list a little ways up the table and slowly reached his hand over and dragged it towards himself in a lazy fashion.
It read:
Vlad's list of rules to follow, (Yes Daniel, this means you)
1. Under no circumstances will Daniel be hurt while staying in my humble abode. No ghost fighting, etc. (Pranks are okay)
2. Daniel, absolutely no entering my room, NO QUESTIONS ASKED!
3. No other ghosts will be allowed to hurt, injure or get his hide to hang on a wall either.
4. Daniel will call his mother once a day.
The young halfa shook his head, wondering exactly why Vlad didn't want anyone in his room. Meh, he would find that out later. *Insert sneaky grin here*
Danny squinted his eyes and tried to read the little drawing Vlad had drew beside rule number four. It was his mothers name, circled by a heart. He cringed and flicked the paper down the table, shuddering at the thought of Vlad and his mother together.
'Nasty thoughts...'
"Daniel, what do you think?"
The teen lounging around in the kitchen, snapped his gaze up at his name being called.
"Hun?"
Vlad sighed and did a face-palm. "Have you been listening to a word I said?"
Danny sheepishly grinned. "Honestly?" He asked and Vlad nodded. "No."
The older man shook his head and grabbed the list of rules laying on the table, pulling a pen out of the front pocket of his usual black tux.
5. Daniel will listen to me when I am SPEAKING!
Vlad gazed once again at the youngster, and, once again, shook his head in disappointment.
"Daniel, you have to stop daydreaming when I'm trying to talk about important matters!"
Danny focused on Vlad. "Why would I try and help you? You've been trying to destroy me for weeks now!"
Vlad pain no attention to Danny's muttering. "I swear, your more out of it then when that Manson girl is around."
"Hey! I am not 'dazed' around Sam. Wait...SAM! Oh-no I forgot to call her, she's gonna shoot me!"
Danny launched out of his seat with a look of horror on his face and raced down the hall, presumably to his room.
Vlad raised an eyebrow at his younger companion, not knowing the wrath of Danny's goth friend.
Also not knowing what to do about his situation, he yelled after the boy,
"Should I put up fliers?"
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