it would be nice if the bad things in life went away. but even after supposed death and prosecution, they still linger, and they ANNOY THE SHIT OUTTA YOU

"Alcatran." Lantern breathed, retracting her sword and standing out of her fighting position.

"The one and only."

"B-but you're supposed to be gone…." Lantern said. She knew ghosts and spirits existed.

This was just a spirit she'd hope she'd never meet.

"Yeah, I died in my prison cell. Cold, empty and alone. With barely any food in my stomach, I passed and then became a spirit. Somehow."

Lantern frowned. "But I thought vampires were immortal."

"So did I. But apparently we can fade into nothing."

"How the hell does one 'fade'?" Lantern asked, her voice raising. Her body flushed with something red and hot. Anger. Rage. Anger and rage were the same thing but right now she was too tired, pissed and annoyed to tell the difference.

"I guess a vampire fades when they are overcome with so much worthlessness, self hate and feelings of no purpose. They crumble and fall apart. In their jail cell. And nobody cares."

If these pathetic words had been coming out of anyone else's mouth, Lantern would have felt guilty for them. Some sort of empathy. Some compassion.

But not him. Never him.

There was a long, awkward pause. The silence in the hallway became overbearing. The ghost and the vampire seemed locked in a permanent staring contest. Or perhaps a glaring contest.

It seemed like the quiet would never end until Lantern uttered two simple words, her voice steeled with hate.

"Fuck. You."

Alcatran looked taken aback. He wasn't surprised. He wasn't so stupid that he didn't know his daughter hated him. But he hadn't expected something so blunt and tactless.

It seemed she had finally cracked.

She was at her lowest point. Too bad he wasn't alive, this would've been the perfect moment to attack. But he knew if he attempted anything right now, he would just pass right through her.

He settled on simply saying, "Um… what?" and was suddenly overcome with self-hate. Seriously? You're the fucking demon vampire lord who ruled an entire dimension and almost destroyed everything, and all you can goddamn say is 'um… what?' You're pathetic.

Lantern frowned, her voice getting louder again. "You heard me. FUCK. YOU. Nobody wants you here! If you died in your stupid prison cell, why'd you come here? Did you think anyone here would help you? GMAD HATES you! I HATE YOU! It's 2:00 in the goddamn morning! Couldn't you have just stupidly come here during the DAY at least when everyone is rejuvenated and awake enough to fucking ATTACK YOU? YOU- I- FUCK- AHHH!" Lantern cut off her rant to spit out a long list of profanities in her rage. She paced back and forth, making small grunts every two seconds.

If Alcatran had been alive, beads of sweat would have been rolling down his neck. This was kinda boring. He had been expecting this, and honestly didn't know how to respond to it. His mind was blank. For once, he honestly didn't know what to say.

Lantern sighed and crumpled to the floor, her sword falling next to her with a clanking noise. She rubbed at her eyes. It was then that Alcatran noticed the large bags underneath them. Lantern then covered her face with her hands, tired and worn.

Alcatran was trying to come up with something to say, but before he could even think of anything, the sound of a door loudly slamming open resonated through the hallway. Lantern looked up, and so did Alcatran.

"Why do I hear screaming- WHAT THE FUCK?"

It seemed that the lizard man had been abruptly awoken by their little chat.