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"GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Vlad yelled when he felt something impact his stomache as his eyes snapped open.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Vlad heard another scream as he yelled. This scream however, was high pitched.
Vlad stopped hollering and turned on his bedside lamp. He turned his head in many different directions, but he couldn't find the source of who had screamed and hit him on the stomache.
Vlad looked down from the edge of his bed, only to find a blue eyed child with a tear stained face, looking up at him.
He sighed in relief. He had thought it was some horrible monster or ghost that had 'attacked' him.
"What are you doing here, Danny?" Vlad questioned the four year old on the floor.
Danny stood from his former position and wiped his face clean with his sleeve, "I had a nightmare and got scared," Danny with a small voice.
Vlad raised an eyebrow and paused in thought, "So did I, but how did you get here?" Vlad asked the troubled child. He hadn't shown the boy where his room was. How did he manage to get all the way over here?
"Your door was shiny," Danny answered.
Well, his door was painted in a way to make it look like silver.
"Can I sleep with you?" Danny asked Vlad with his hopeful face.
Vlad had always dreamed of sharing a bed... with Maddie. This was very different though. Come on, the two of them were guys. Wouldn't that be considered...uh...wrong?
"Please?" Danny begged. He didn't want to be left in a big scary room by himself.
Well, Vlad was without a doubt straight, and Danny was just a child, so it should be okay.
"I...suppose so," Vlad said carefully. He knew that he should have read 'Parenting for Dummies' book. If he did, then maybe he would know what to do, but nooo...he thought that he could handle it.
Danny squealed in glee and hopped onto Vlad's bed.
Vlad could hear himself crying in his mind. He was tired, he really didn't want the kid to drool on him in the middle of the night.
Danny dove under the covers and cuddled up to Vlad.
Vlad twitched. He wasn't much of a 'touchy touchy, feely feely' kind of person. He liked his personal space.
"Why don't you sleep over there?" Vlad pushed the child to the other side of the bed.
Danny groaned in protest, "I don't wanna... There are monsters over there..."
"No there's not," Vlad replied and layed back down onto his pillow.
"Yes there is!" Danny whimpered and crawled back over to Vlad.
"Who says so?"
"Sissy. She said that they'll use their arms and grab you when your asleep. Then they'll trade you to aliens for eyeballs," Danny replied and cuddled back up to Vlad.
Vlad rolled his eyes. What other things did his sister stuff into his brain? No wonder the child was so bad at learning, there wasn't enough room in his head for anything else. Vlad looked at Daniel, half expecting to see letters pouring out of the child's ears.
"Fine," Vlad said flatly and moved to the edge of the bed.
Danny rubbed his head into Vlad's shirt, "Hey, don't wipe your nose on my shirt," Vlad said sternly.
"But I wasn't," Danny defended. Vlad sighed... this was going to be a long night.
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Fifteen minutes later.
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Vlad growled again when he felt a foot kick his back.
This was terrible. Danny had managed to go back to sleep, but even in his dreams, he couldn't stay still. Danny had been repeatedly kicking or squirming. It was nerve wracking.
In defeat, Vlad got out of the bed and searched through his closet for extra blankets and pillows. After he had found them, he made a pallet on the floor and tried to make himself comfortable.
He could hear Daniel talking in his sleep while he was laying on the floor.
"No...I don't wanna go to the play pen...nooo...," Danny whined and continued to squirm in his sleep.
Vlad was on the brink of sleep when something fell ontop of him.
"Oof!" Vlad managed to sputter out when child landed on him. Amazingly, Danny was still asleep.
Vlad pushed the four year old off of him and checked his glow-in-the-dark watch. It was three in the morning! What did he do to deserve this? Sure, he was evil and did some pretty bad stuff, but all-in-all, he didn't do anything bad enough to receive this.
The billionare clutched onto his blankets and rolled to the other side of the room. He was to lazy and tired to get up and move his bed. The blankets were wrapped around him tightly, so if someone was looking in the room, they would see a Vlad Masters Burrito Supreme.
"I hate fish...," Danny could be heard complaining beneath the bed. Somehow, he managed to roll under there.
Vlad chuckled to himself, he was so tired the everything was a hundred times funnier. Even his wardrobe seemed funny. Was he going insane? No..he was just tired.
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The kid was driving him to the brink of insanity! How did Maddie and Jack manage to watch him day in and day out? What did they have that he didn't? He had the money and ghost powers! That is all that should be needed, right? Wait, perhaps they 'did' have something that he didn't have... experience. Yes, they had a daughter before they had Daniel, so parenting must have been easy for them.
Vlad watched as Danny ran around the room, pretending that he was a cowboy and knocking over many items on the tables. The kid couldn't sit still for a moment. Was he himself that energetic at that age? He couldn't remember.
The billionare walked up to Daniel and picked him up from around the waist. He then began to poke the child in the back.
"What're you doing?" Danny giggled at the touch, he was very ticklish.
"I'm looking for an off switch," Vlad continued to prod the squirming child.
Danny cackled when Vlad poked him in the side, "Stop it V-man!" Danny choked out. Vlad then stopped and put down Danny.
Danny squealed and ran off into the hallway.
Vlad sighed in exhaustion. He didn't get much sleep last night, and it was tough trying to keep up with a four-year-old.
He cried to himself in his mind. He wondered if fate was having fun. His life ruined by a lab accident that cost him much time in a hospital bed and Maddie. His plans for domination crumbled. And now, a hyperactive four-year-old that couldn't even stay still when asleep was putting his sanity to the test.
Vlad rubbed his white beard in thought, maybe he could prescribe the child some Ritlin (sp?). That would surely calm the child down. If that didn't work, then maybe he could give Daniel coffee. He had always been told that if you give a hyper child coffee, it will actually slow them down instead of speed them up. It might have been just a rumor though.
Perhaps he was overlooking the problem. Perhaps the child didn't need drugs or caffeine to calm down, perhaps there was another solution.
Picking up the phone in thought, he dailed a number that was somewhat familiar to him.
It seemed as though no matter how many times he swore not to call, he always would wound up calling again. This being one of those cases.
The line rung for a bit, before someone picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is Vlad Masters speaking, is Marylyn there?" Vlad found himself saying again.
". . . .," No noise was heard from the receiver.
"Hello?" Vlad said again, annoyed.
"Are you dying or somethin'?" his great-grandmother asked him.
An expression of confusion passed across Vlad's face, "Nooo. . .I just called to ask you something."
"You already asked me somethin' yesterday, so don't ask me another today!" Marylyn growled.
"Uhhh," his grand-mother could be scary when she wanted to be.
"Oh!" a loud exclamation was heard, "So you want me to come down huh?"
Vlad gasped in shock. He most-certainly-did-not want her to come to his house, "No! No! It's fine re-"
Vlad was cut off by a squeel of glee that he didn't know his great-grandmother was capable of, "I'll be down in a few hours. You do have a spare bed right? It doesn't matter, I'll sleep on the floor if I haff' to. I'll also be bring'in Mark. You haven't met your great-grandfather Mark yet, have ya'? He's stiff and lazy, so I'm sure that the two of you will get along just fine! Well, I gotta get packin', so stay put!"
A loud 'Clang!' came from the receiving end of his phone, signalling that the conversation was over.
Vlad's face twisted in what may have seemed to be a pained look. He dropped the cordless phone to the floor and raised his head to the ceiling, while screaming dramatically, "WWWHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
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Marylyn cursed under her breath as she packed some of her panty-hose in a suit case, "Get your things together Mark! We're going over to stay at my great-grandson's house for a while!"
Mark gave no answer. He was still sitting in the living room chair.
"Get off your lazy arse and get moving!" Marylyn screached, "We have to get there before he tries to run away like last time!"
Mark paid no heed to her warning.
"Damn no-good-for-noth'in husband," Marylyn cursed again as she picked him up by the roots and dragged him outside along with her suitcase.
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Whoot! I updated! Yay for me! Uh, yeah, there will be more to come. . . .hopefully. Just so you know, I've never gotten to a fourth chapter before! Oh and just so you know, Vlad's great-grandmother is based upon my own grandma. She isn't insane, but she does have a temper! Oh, and sorry that this chapter is so short. I promise that the next one will be longer, even if it is only by a few words.