Isabella P.O.V.

I can tell you one thing… Mr. Masters is persistent when he sets his sights on something. And let me tell you it is very annoying yet very intreaging. Every day he came before lunch asking, or at least TRYING to ask the same thing. He really wanted that Packers trophy… But he wasn't going to get it.

This week the displays in the window were ghost novels and other horror books. The decoration that went with it were fake spiders. Today I wore a black and gray plaid skirt a gray tank top and a oversized sweater with gray leggings and thigh top black converse… Hey when you find a look that works go with it. I stood behind the counter just trying to keep busy. It was a slow day and not many people even spared my shop a glance. The only customer I had was the goth girl Sam who sat in a chair reading her new book.

"You know what I think this place needs?" I finally said. Sam looked up at me. "If I could buy the empty space next door I could knock the wall down and expant a little more and maybe even add a small café… How does that sound?" I said. She gave a smile.

"Yeah that would be a great idea! I would total make this place my new hang out if there was a café… Some place organic." She stared off into space as she thought about it.

"Well… Not completely organic…" I said laughing. The bell rang but I kept giggling.

"What by chance is so funny?" I looked over to see the ever so persistent Vlad Masters. I sighed and turned away.

"Nothing really just pitching Ideas for the store… I was thinking of saving up so I can add on a café." I said quietly.

"My dear that sounds like a great idea! If you would like I could help set up such arrangements for a a small token… Like maybe… Oh I don't know a-"

"You'r not getting the trophy Vlad… I told you over thirty six times already…" I turned and glared at him which he returned with full force. He opened his mouth to argue but I cut him off. "I said NO!"

"Oh… Butter Brittle!" He huffed. And just like always I opened my watch to check the time I opened my own mouth to speak but for once Mr. Masters beat me to it.

"'Can you leave I need to close up for Lunch.'" He mocked and I smiled at him as he stormed out with me closing the door behind him. Sam laughed as she closed her book.

"How many times has he coming in?" She asked

"About everyday asking for my moms packers trophy." I laughed.

"You know he might have a crush on you right?" She stood and walked over to me. "Maybe if you let your hair down." She reach forward to take my hair out of its tight bun.

" Oh.. No no no… I don't think so… He just wants that dang hunk of metal that's all… Besides I prefer the mysterious type. Not the filthy rich 'look at me' type." I said with a smile as I thought about it. She looked at me with a frown before shrugging and heading for the door herself.

"Well I guess I better go meet with the guys. See you around Izz." She said and vanished out the door.. I sighed and pulled the blind down over the door window and turned the light off.

Vlad Masters P.O.V.(Plasmius)

I will NOT be refused over and over again like that… I will have that trophy even if I have to steal it… Instead of leaving back to town hall like always I hid in the ally way just beside the book store. I quickly transformed into my ghost form and quietly fazed into the housing unit above the store were I had 'discovered' that she kept the trophy when not using it as a display piece. And low and behold there it was sitting in the middle of a old table. The place was a dump compared to the shop below. I was pretty much empty accept for a quarter full fridge, a mattress with some old blankets, collage books strewn across the floor and a old trunk full of clothes. How can this girl live like this? Bare peeling walls and bare cabinets. She had money it was obvious but she didn't utilize it. Foolish child. That's when I heard it.

Foot steps coming up stairs. I turned invisible just as she came in through the door that led to the shop below. I watched as she made her way into the mostly empty kitchen and come back out with an untoasted bagel. She then walked over to her trunk and pulled out a small framed picture and she sat it next to the trophy before she sat herself down on an old chair.

"Well mom… He came back today asking for your trophy… But I didn't give it to him." She said with a smile. I ground my teeth in annoyance and drifted behind her so I could look over her shoulder. The picture was of a woman with black hair and blue eyes. She sported a gold and green packers tee and a cheese head hat. Behind her was a large screen TV that showed a obvious packers game… But I couldn't tell who they were up against. "He acted like a baby again to… But with a twist… He said Butter Brittle… Isn't that funny?.." She kept talking to the photo… " I wish you were here mom… I bet you would like him… Or you would probably turn it into a 'Who knows the Packers best' game." She said before she fell silent and finished eating her bagel. Once she was done she picked up the photo and placed it back in the trunk. Then she left back out the door and went back down to the store. I scoffed and grabbed the trophy and made my escape. Finally I had the packer's trophy and I knew exactly were it could go… On a special shelf in my ghost lab were no one will find it.

The next day around lunch I made my way to her store and found Daniel and his little friends inside standing around a chair that had Isabella in it. She sat on her feet with her legs pulled in and her face hidden in her knees.

"Hey don't worry Izz we will find it…" The girl Sam, I think her name was, patted her back.

"Its gone… I promised my mother I would take care of it… I promised I would never sell it, I promised her… And now its gone." Isabella sobbed.

"What may I ask is gone?" I said. They all looked up at me. What struck me were the puffy, red, wet rims around Isabella's eyes.

"Her mothers Packers Trophy… You wouldn't know anything about it would you…. Vlad" Daniel said glaring at me. I shrugged.

"Oh why would I know? I haven't seen since she changed the display in the window a few weeks back." I said trying to sound innocent.

"Oh please cheer up Izz… Think about it this way. I would think that your mother would rather that hunk of metal taken then anything happening to you… I mean what if the person who took it was a complete nut job! What if he had a gun or a knife! Your lucky you weren't there when it was taken they could have hurt you!" The boy named Tucker said waving his arms around. I reached into my pocket and produced a handkerchief and handed it to Isabella. One must always remain a gentleman when in the presence of a distraught women. She took it from me with a small thank you and dabbed her eyes with it. I of course didn't take it back.

"Hey what about that pocket watch Izz." The goth girl said suddenly.

"It was my fathers… My he gave it to my mom and she gave it to me… Why?" Isabella said looking at her.

"Well you don't need that trophy if you have the watch… Think about it… Your MOTHER gave it to you not your father… So in a way you still have something of hers. Right?" Isabella sniffled and smiled. "You see… You don't need that trophy…" Sam patted her back.

"Your right…" She whispered and grabbed her watch and popped it open. I once again beat her to the punch.

" Lunch time… Time to close shop." I said with a smile. She laughed at my antics and stood from the chair.

"I think I'll eat out today…" She said standing. "Know any good places to eat?"

I stared at her finally seeing that she didn't have her hair in the usual tight bun that pulled back her skin making her look older. Her hair was down and curled around her face, which had a youthful roundness to it despite the fact she was thin. It was, I had to admit, very cute.

Isabella P.O.V.

"We usually eat over at the Nasty Burger… But if you wan't you can join us." Danny said and I smiled. Before I could answer Vlad spoke first…. Wow I was off my game today.

"Now Daniel…. Bella is a young lady who deserves something better then… Fatty, greasy, foul smelling fast food… But if she wishes I could take her to that little café I had mentioned a long time ago… But that is only if she wishes." Vlad said kindly as he looked at me… I stared back for a moment then smiled.

"… Well I guess It wouldn't hurt…"
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Lunch was amazing. It was a small café clear on the other side of town. It was small but the food tasted fresh and their cucumber sandwiches were superb. Me and Vlad had our first real not annoying conversation and we had fun… Well I think he had fun… He laughed at my jokes at least… And he didn't mention the trophy once so maybe it being stolen was a good thing… Because now I could actually have a conversation with him without making him mad.

"So… What is a smart girl like you doing in a town like this… I mean you do know about our little problems don't you? He asked as he drank tea. I took a bite of my sandwich and thought for a moment.

"Well… I am trying to write a book… But I couldn't come up with anything… So I moved my book store here in hopes I could get some inspiration… I mean a town riddled with ghosts… Who wouldn't get inspiration from this place… But so far the only ghost I have seen is some ghost writer who has taken up residence in my shops basement… I don't mind him being there its just I thought I would find some more… Livelier ghost…" I said looking at my plate.

"What is your book about ghosts?" Vlad said sounding slightly interested.

"Kind of… Its more that the main character IS a ghost… But that's all I got…" I didn't look at him… I was waiting for him to laugh.

"Well then I would very much love to read it one day."

I looked at him but he wasn't looking at me at all… He was focused more on his drink now. I smiled.

"Okay… Then you will be the first."