Vlad was reading a book as the cook prepared his lunch. He had had a little bit of time lately, considering he was taking a small break from torturing Danny, just to bring his guard down. He took a sip of his red wine, as the sound of the doorbell echoed through the mansion.

Hm... wonder who that is.. He thought as he put the bookmark in his book. He walked up to the door and opened it.

Vlad was prepared to look forward, but looked down to see a very small boy, maybe about four feet 6 inches tall. He looked like he had been through hell and back.

"Uh... can I help you?" Vlad asked the boy.

"Um... uh...ah..." the boy stammered, "Hi um... " He figured he would try something else first instead of saying, 'Yo Dad! What's cracking?'

"Do you recognize me by any chance?" the boy asked him, as he pulled up his pants.

"No, I can't say I do... why?" Vlad asked, while raising one eyebrow. He leaned against the door.

"Not at all?"

"No." Vlad replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice. It was true, he had never seen the boy before, but there was something about him that seemed familiar... something Vlad couldn't put his finger on.

The boy handed him the picture he was looking at earlier and pulled his pants up again.

Vlad looked at it closely. It was a picture of him and Maddie. Vlad had to have been at least 25 in that picture, but he still had white hair, and slightly blushing while he was around Maddie. Vlad looked at the child.

"Where did you get this?" he asked, surprised.

The boy still did not answer him just yet. He took off his backpack, opened it and handed Vlad another piece of paper.

Vlad took it and read it, with wide eyes.

It was a birth certificate.

It read:

Mac Masters, son of Vlad Masters and Maddie Fenton.

Born: December 6

(Whatever else birth certificates say, I have no Idea. So im just leaving it at that.)

Vlad started to feel nervous, and his breathing rate increased. He looked back and forth from the boy who was supposedly Mac, and to the piece of paper about 5 times.

"Is this some kind of cruel joke or something?" Vlad asked, pointing at the paper. "Who sent you to play this on me? I'll kill them! Was it Daniel? Did Daniel send you? This isn't some April fools joke is it?"

"April fools? Dude, it's June. I wouldn't lie to you!"

"But... no I... Maddie would have... I... no way... I" Vlad gasped, and fainted.


About an hour later, he woke, laying on the floor of his living room. He rubbed his sore head.

"Whoa, what happened?" he said out loud.

"You passed out" said a scratchy voice.

There was a boy sitting on his couch. He was listening to a black Ipod. Vlad noticed the boy as the one who was at the door.

"How did you get in here?" Vlad asked him.

"The cook let me in," Mac said as he took off the headphones and placed it on his neck, letting the loud punk rock music out. "After he read the paper I gave you, he made me a sandwich, and then told me to sit on the couch to wait for you to get up, so I did!"

The boy smiled his pearly whites at him.

Vlad brushed himself off and got up. He noticed the paper and picture on his wooden table. The fireplace was glaring an orange glow on them.

"Are you sure this isn't a joke?" Vlad asked a little angrily.

"Is what?" the boy asked.

"This. Are you really my son? Maddie's son?"

"Well, yeah. My name is Mac, I don't have a last name because I never met my dad, until now. I am a whopping 15 years old," the boy said, and smiled at him again.

Vlad shivered. He remembered that night 15 years ago when Maddie came over.

Vlad sat in his chair, rubbing his temples.

"And your mother didn't feel the need to tell me that I was a father?" he asked.

"Guess not," Mac replied, "then again, I don't think I would tell you either. You might have passed out again!" the boy laughed at this comment.

Vlad growled. He still couldn't believe this, so he would perform a DNA test later.

Mac's stomach gurgled. "Hey I'm hungry. How about you?" Mac asked.

Vlad started to get up. "Yes, I suppose we could get the chef to whip us up a platter."

Mac raised an eyebrow at him. "Dude, I didn't get a word you just said."

He sighed. "Yeah, I'm hungry. Let's eat."

"Oh, well why didn't you just say so?" Mac got up off the couch.

In the kitchen, Mac was making a mess with his cheeseburger.

"So," Mac asked with his mouthful, "obviously you are a Packers fan?"

"Yes, that I am" Vlad smirked at him.

Mac looked around like he was puzzled. "Figures," he said, still looking around, "by the way, where is mom? Doesn't she live with you?"

Vlad nearly choked on his food. "Excuse me?" he asked, calm as possible, but there was a squeek in his voice.

Mac put his hands in front of him like a defense and shook them with a nervous look on his face, "Eh, sorry pal! I didn't try to offend you or anything. I just figured that you guys were married, that's all!" he laughed.

Yeah I wish, Vlad thought. "No, we aren't," Vlad said.

Mac's happy expression faded away slowly.

"So... I was an... accident?" Mac asked looking down at his food.

There was a long pause.

"...I don't know. and I don't know anything yet, even if you are really my son, even if you have a striking resemblance to me." Vlad finally answered him.


After dinner, Vlad showed Mac to his temporary new room.

"Wow! It's bigger than the room at the foster home!" Mac said.

This made Vlad twitch his eye. "Foster home?" he asked.

Mac looked over sadly, even though he tried to cover it with a smile, and replied, "Yeah, you wouldn't believe how bad those places are in Florida," Mac pulled up his pants.

"Florida!" Vlad asked, very surprised, "You mean to tell me that you walked here all the way from Florida?"

"Anything for the people I care about," He took off his shirt and showed Vlad the scars on his chest and back. "Anything. I got these from the night that... some people broke into the foster home... trying to save my… my best friend..."

"And then what?" Vlad asked.

Another long pause.

"I don't want to talk about it..." Mac said.

"That's okay. I'm not sure if I even want to know," Vlad forced a smile.

Mac smiled back.

"Well, goodnight then Mac," Vlad said.

"Yeah, g'night," replied Mac.


Vlad left the room, shutting the door.

How did he get those scars? He wondered. He figured that Mac would have to tell him eventually. Even though Vlad didn't really care.

'Vlad was feeling something he had never felt before. He was worried. Worried about someone that he cared about, and that was Mac. He still wasn't sure if Mac was really his son, but there was a part of Vlad that wanted to believe him. There was something about the boy that hit him hard, and he couldn't figure it out. But he knew something about Mac.

He looked almost exactly like Vlad when he was 15. Except for the fact that he had a different forehead and he had Maddie's chin.

Vlad went downstairs into his lab. He took out a small baggie from his pocket that contained a piece of Mac's meat from when he was eating. Mac had spit it out when he was talking, and Vlad collected it. He preformed his own DNA test, taking a swab of his own saliva. The whole test took about 30 minutes, until the computer printed out the results. Vlad went over and grabbed them.

Positive DNA Match.


Back in Mac's room, Mac jumped in bed and covered himself up to his neck with the blankets. He couldn't believe it. His Dad was finally here. After a time that seemed like forever, he was here. And Mac planned to keep it that way.

Mac looked at the scar on his arm. He grew tears in his eyes thinking about that night. The night at the foster home.

He stuffed his face in his pillow, and as a silent tear fell down his cheek, he angrily wiped it away. He wouldn't cry, no matter what. He fell asleep remembering the night that killed his baby twin brother...