Plasmius was unceremoniously dumped out onto the floor of an unfamiliar room. He rubbed his head where it met with the tile. "Look, Phantom, I am sorry if I offended you. I realize that just because I don't believe in altruism doesn't… mean…" His sentence was forgotten as he heard the telltale sound of a gun. Having never met a hunter Plasmius wasn't sure how he knew what they sounded like but some reflex kept him from making any sudden movements.

"Hands where we can see them ghost!" A voice ordered.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." He raised his hands above his head and slowly looked up at two unfamiliar people, both with guns trained on him.

"I'm awful at fighting so you really don't need that much firepower." Bluffing might have been the better idea but he didn't realize that until it was too late. In his defense there were two guns in his face so higher cognitive functions weren't all that reasonable at the current moment.

Of course, the pair of hunters didn't move a muscle, he would have thought they were statues if he didn't know any better. "Look, I don't know what Phantom told you but-"

"I'm right here Vlad." The ghost floated into his line of sight and Plasmius scoffed.

"So you deliver me to ghost hunters because of something I don't even remember doing and then you just float there waiting for them to shoot me? Why the fudge aren't they shooting you?"

"Because I didn't try to kill them." Phantom retorted, arms crossed.

"Okay so two counts of attempted murder, a hostage situation, and… oh right, a meteor strike. Are there any other awful crimes I should be aware of? Did I burn down an orphanage? Drown a kitten perchance?" At the word kitten a small white and grey cat ran out from behind the ghost hunters and jumped up on his lap. If he still wasn't holding his hands above his head he would have immediately taken it out of the line of fire. As it was he expected the two ghost hunters to react in some manner to their pet getting so close to the enemy.

"Are you really going to continue a gunpoint interrogation when your cat is in the middle of it?" Plasmius asked after a few moments of charged silence. "Jesus, if it were mine I'd make sure it was safe before potential shots were fired."

"Uh… Vlad it is your's." Phantom was frowning. "We found it at your mansion."

"I don't have a mansion cheese biscuits people I am not this Vlad person!" Plasmius said for what he felt was the thousandth time.

"You sure look like Vlad's ghost half." The woman finally spoke up, glaring at him with such intensity that he flinched. "I would know." Oh she was pissed at something.

"Er… did… did I… do something to-"

"Danny… I don't think this is Vlad." The man interrupted.

"What gave it away?" Plasmius asked with a flat tone. "Me telling you it wasn't me or-"

"What do you mean?" Phantom interrupted this time. Plasmius was starting to get annoyed with these people.

"Of course it is, just look at him!" Phantom continued, gesturing emphatically at him. "He said cheese biscuits instead of swearing. Tell me about one other person in the known universe that says shit like that."

"I…" his eyebrow creased as he looked at Plasmius, "I think… well I think… well Vlad might be… dead." There was a brief look of sadness that caught Plasmius off guard. He didn't even think about the possibility that his human self might have had people who cared about him. Of course, he didn't think those same people would be okay with pointing guns at the ghost of their friend but here they all were.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to die… at least I don't think so." He wasn't sure why he felt like he owed this man such a ridiculous apology but he did.

"No." Phantom crossed his arms and turned to the pair of ghost hunters again. "He keeps saying that but there's no way. You don't get it, I mean we go through some bad stuff but half ghosts… they just don't die, I'm telling you." Phantom stood on the floor and transformed into a seemingly normal human. "Maybe he can't remember but he can't be all dead. He probably got hit by flying space debris or something." Phantom focused back on Plasmius. "Look, it's easy. Just change back."

"I've been trying to tell you." Plasmius slowly began to lower his arms. "I can't and even if I could I wouldn't do it right now. Not with a gun trained on me." He then removed the cat from his lap in an equally careful manner, not wanting it to be in the middle of this little… chat. "I'm not… whatever you are Phantom. I'm just a ghost."

"Prove it then." Danny crossed his arms with a petulant expression.

Plasmius shook his head. "I have fangs, I am glowing, I can fly, what more do you want from me? I can't do whatever trick you are pulling off, and I really wouldn't want to. If people hated me as much as you say then why the hell would I want to be human again?"

Several things happened in rapid succession before Danny could reply.

First, the cat jumped for, and missed, Plasmius' shoulders. Missing its initial target the cat clawed Vlad's back instead.

Second, Plasmius yelped in surprise, floating up several feet, causing the cat to trail behind, holding onto his cape for dear life.

Third, a gunshot rang out.