Vlad fazed into the Jones household smirking at how all too easy it was. He waited till it was later at night then changed into his ghost form and flew over to the house.

Now all he had to do was take over the little Daniel look alike and the Packers would be his.

He carefully made his way through the mansion.
"Where's the beer?"
Vlad turned invisible as he heard people approaching.

They both looked like they were twelve. The boys skin was nicely tanned, his hair was brown and red and going every which way. His eyes were an odd yellowish green, with some very faint red and blue mixed in. He was wearing a ragged old pair of pants, and a shirt that proudly said 'Battle Born.'

The girl was different from the one he saw earlier. Instead of wavy blond hair she had perfectly straight dirt brown hair with a stray hair hanging over her face. Her eyes were a deep dark blue.

"Really Nevada you need to learn to control yourself." He heard a girl sigh. "You're going to get Dad in a lot of trouble one of these days you're only twelve."
"Zip it Utah we can't be goody goodies like you. Besides I'm over a hundred and some years old I can take care of myself." The boy apparent named 'Nevada' said. He pulled out a glass of beer from the fridge and quickly started gulping it down.
Vlad cursed under his breath for not bringing a camera, this would have been good blackmail against the odd family.
Utah snorted in disgust. "You know what you're hopeless i'm going to bed."
Nevada let out a small hiccup. "fine be that way!" He shouted after her. Seeing that she wasn't coming back Nevada turned his attention to the beer bottle in his hands. "Bad beer," he murmured with another hiccup. "Wonder where Wisconsin is he usually makes good wine."
Vlad couldn't help but smirk victoriously. This was all too easy.
Vlad followed the drunken brat throughout the house. After a while Vlad was starting to get annoyed. The boy was just going around in circles now, randomly going into one hallway then the next.
Vlad in an angry huff, left the confused boy, and headed off on his own. After floating around for awhile he came across a door with the title America on it.
The older halfa stopped there for a moment, his curiosity getting to him. It could be another oddly named members of the family...but none of the other doors had names of the family members on it. Maybe it was a tribute to America after all this was a rich family and they probably could afford some antiques to put in there, maybe even a certain deed to the Green Bay Packers.

Before he could make up his mind, something let out a high pitched wailing behind him. Vlad spun around. There stood an eight year old hawian girl, looking at him as if he just committed murder.

"DDDAAADDDYYYYY!" The girl cried out fearfully.

"Shh, it's ok, I'm not going to harm you. Please be quiet." Vlad pleaded, trying to get the girl to shut up.

"What's going on up there!" He heard someone shout.

Not about to take any risk Vlad took of flying back to his mansion.


America run up the stairs towards his crying daughter. "Is something wrong sweetheart?" He asked scooping his youngest into his arms.
The girl clutched onto him and let out a choked sob.
America cooed trying to calm his baby girl. "Shh it's alright Hawaii shh it's alright you're safe."
"Ttt- there was a ghost, hh-he was standing right there." Little Hawaii pointed to the spot right in front of America's room.
America felt a shiver run down his spine at the mention of ghost's. He let out a nervous laugh trying to disguise his fear. "There is nothing to fear sweetheart it won't come back again I promise."
Hawaii sniffled, and hid her face in her father's shoulder. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
America nodded. "Of course you can sweety."
"What happened?" Questioned Utah as she ran over to him quickly followed by Alaska and Ohio.
"Did something happen to Hawaii?" Alaska asked, his light purple eyes darkening.
America shook. "No, Hawaii just saw a ghost...can you three keep your eyes open for anything weird going?"
The three of them nodded.
Smiling America headed into his room. He gently rocked little Hawaii in his arms, she was already fast asleep, a gentle smile appeared.
Alfred wasn't sure what to think about her claiming there was a ghost there. She wasn't one to make things up, sure when she was little she used to see things like England can but never ghosts.
Another shiver ran down his spine at the thought of a ghost roaming his house. He shook his head trying to rid himself of those thought. Now was not the time to get all jittery.
He gently placed little Hawaii on the bed. America tried to get some sleep but it was clear that was not going to happen, not with the idea of a ghost roaming the house possibly hurting his kids still lurked.
So he spent the night sitting there, just listening and waiting.


Vlad Master's couldn't sleep either. There was just too many questions left unanswered.
Why were so many of the children named after states, and what did that one mean by being over a hundred when he looked no more than twelve.
Vlad shook his head, the boy was drunk at the time he probably was just blabbering on. But there was another thing odd now that he thought about it.
There was a lot of incredibly rare antiques spread across the house like they were everyday items. Some of those items looked like they could make the should belong in the Smithsonian.

Vlad gritted his teeth in frustration. Why was he even thinking about this. He were unimportant trivial thing. He should just focus on getting the Packers.


Alright I hope this is an improvement from the last chapter, please review and tell me what you think.

Here are some of the state names for reference:

Hawaii: Lulu Jones

Nevada: Cesare Silver Jones

Utah: Suzan Jones

Alaska: Alexander Braginski-Jones

Ohio: Ella Jones

Wisconsin: Wade Jones

New York: James Jones

Rhode Island: Roxanne Jones