W00t! i finally bought Panic! at the Disco's CD! I LOVE Their music! It's really weird, my sister helped them hook up with concerts. Along with The Fray, Fall Out Boy, and The Los Lonely Boys. And they're not anything more than you and me. . . but they can sing. XP
chapter 4, finally ;) No comments from me on this one at the moment:
Okay, personally, I belive danny lives in San Fransicso. Why? C'mon, the cable cars? The near-by ocean, and the near-by beach-tropics? AND that bridge? I've been to San Fransisco, just like Amity Park's surroundings. SPLEE:D but I'm also listening the a CD I bought in the city. Go Virgin Records! It's such a pretty city, i LOVE it at night! The cable cars are just plain cool, and the lights. . . don't get me started. 3 It was just breath-taking. Me, some country girl, my first time in such a large city. I'll never forget it. . .:)
"You know he didn't mean it," Jack began, cutting into the silence before he and his wife. maddie kept her face buried in her hands,
"How do you know?" She shook her head and quivered a bit, "I mean, I don't mean to accuse our Danny, but-"
Jack embraced her from behind, "It's my fault again."
maddie glanced up, alarmed, "What? Jack, no, don't say that-"
"It was my fault in 1981, it's my fault now." He glanced away, deep in his own memories, "And if I hadn't messed up Vlad's life, he would be yours. . ."
The woman shook her head, "Jackson. . ."
Jack, now feeling somewhat angey, pushed his wife away slightly, "Maddie, you know it was. And you know he and you--you would have been married." He paused and watched her eyes, "You should have been married."
Maddie shook her head without words.
"Don't deny it, Maddie."
"Jack. . ." She begged.
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"Do you ever miss him?" Danny asked Vladimir cooly.
Vlad shrugged, "There's really no reason to miss someone you're going to see in some later day. And anyways, if he really is indeed a halfa as you and I are, and I'm not insane, then I can't miss one whom I see every other day."
Danny nodded slowly. The car began to slow down as Danny glanced at Vlad, "Where are you taking me?"
Vlad shrugged and smiled, "Peir fourty-nine. It's a rather nice place to relax, don't you think?"
Danny hadn't even noticed that Vlad has driven into the busy area of San Fransisco. The man slowed the car down to a stop in a small parking lot and opened the doors. He looked about at the people walking by and smiled, "This is such a nice place, isn't it?"
Danny nodded. He lived in the great city, but he never really bothered to come down to this spot. The two walked silently to the main section of the peir, and came upon a rather large copper crab statue propped in the enterance. People sat around it and about, reading a book or chatting. A single street preformer played a unique instrument. To their left was the Hard Rock Caffee', with two enormous guitars on either side of it's entrance. A Marine show was set up to it's right, and that led to many other stores and shops selling items of all sorts.
Vlad took a deep breath of salty sea air and smiled a toothy grin. Not the one that terrified Danny, but the one that made him feel welcome. The one he saw only in a photo taken in the year of 1981. He faced Danny and patted the boys back, "So, what do you say we just walk about a while and see what's about, and then find some where to eat, hm?"
The teen nodded and rubbed his stubbled chin. He forgot to shave. Again. Vlad led Danny through the peir as if he'd known it by heart. First, to the back left where a number of sea mamals and gulls dotted an open sea. Vladimir watched the coast dreamily and let his hand slid against the railing guarding the onlookers from the waters. The morning sun splashed from the waters and against the man's face, as if greeting him after a long time away. For a moment, you could see him as a boy. A young boy with jet black hair and peircing crystal eyes, awaiting someone's return. He fro a moment, maybe he was. . .
Danny stood by his side and also leaned against the rail, shifting his weight from one foot to another. He watched a young sea lion play with another, and then faced Vlad. The man let his hands slouch off the rails and he leaned foreward. The wind toyed with his sliver-grey hair, loosening his tight pony-tail. His billionair persona crumbled as the young boy shown through. Vlad siged and slightly turned his head so that he was facing the younger halfa,
"You know. . .this was where I first met your mother and father. . ."
Danny cocked his head, "Really?"
Vlad chuckled and seated himself on an old bench, "Yes it was." He smiled, "You mother had just stolen my wallet. She was not older than seven, I would say. I tiny thing, she was. Curly red hair, what a trouble maker. She'd run straight on into Jackson, who was standing by his little brother. . .your uncle James." As though replaying the day in his head, Vlad faced Danny, "And I caught her. Ran straight after her and I'd tackled her to the ground. Of course, I had nothing more than a few dollars in that wallet, but it was something to run down a girl for." He laughed lightly once more,
"And. . .she and I tubled to the ground," He gestured to a corner and added with a laugh bubbling under, "And poor ole Jack came down with us." He siged and looked down at his two hands folded in his lap, "And we just sat there and laughed. . .introduced ourselves to one another and played like old friends."
He siged again and watched the boy. His breathing became a bit short and he winced in pain. Danny looked concerned and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came forth from his lips. He looked away, not wanting to see this. . .old friend in such pain.
Vlad seemed to shrug off his symptoms more than the boy did as he continued with his day dream in his mind. . .
VLAD'S POV:
The young boy strayed away from his mother, releasing his small hand from her protective watch. He laugh and watched the sea mammals bark and frolick. Then something jerked at his hand and he felt something gone. His smiled instantly disapeared as his eyes set upon a little girl dashing away. He snarrled and darted after her, ignoring his mother's voice calling him back to her side. He raced, full on towards her. She smacked into another child whom was holding the hand of a little boy. The two and the girl when stubling across the wooden planks and Vlad tripped over them.
At first, they all just sat there, saying nothing. then Jack, lying on his back, began to giggle, and they all went up in a roaring laugher. The three young children smiled and mingled, the little girl handed Vladimir his wallet and smiled,
"My name's Maddie."
Vlad took his belongings back and glanced at her, then at the boy. The young boy, a bit on the pudgy side, giggled as he got to his feet, "I'm Jack!"
Vlad shook his hand and they all introduced each other. The innocence passing between the three was something he later missed so much. . .
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Jazz led Danni out of Virgin Records and pass a street preformer. The two joined the others and sat before the band and listened a while, enjoying the friendly atmosphere of the large city. Jazz had finally calmed down and sat with Danni peacfully. For the time being, everthing was okay. . .
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In Central Ghost Zone, there was an exchanging of words no one could resist joining. Clockwork stood before a massive number of people, staff raised over them in athourity.
Ember pushed to the front of the crowd, "Seriously? The old man's got cancer?"
Technus rubbed the back of his head sadly, "This is awful!"
The time master nodded and shouted, "Everyone, calm down!" And they did so. He siged deeply and the Ghost Zone, all creatures of all sorts, was silent. His pale face watched the expressions of others as they all joined for a comon force. Walker pressed in and shattered the abyss,
"Can't we do something? He's our friend. . .we can't let him just go!" The ghost's hardened expression was growing softer as he held back any emotions. He pulled his raven Stetson down over his eyes to hide the misty edge that had over come him.
Clockwork frowned in a form of disguist, "No, no. I can do nothing, you can do nothing-"
"How do we know you're right?!" Shouted Spectra, a hand placed on her Bertrand's shoulder.
"Because, when have I lied to you all?" The master looked about for a conflicting statement.
The center was quiet again. The master tood atop the stage of the Ghost Zone's central quadrant, a form a town square. Just about very ghost gathered about and around after the news of Plasmius came about. The truce among them all brought them together, a friend in need was the key.
Ghostwritter, book and pen tucked neatly under his arm, adjusted his glasses and straightend his posture, "In my opinion, we should all lend an ear, for he has a position by this friend so dear!"
The crowd mummbled and chatted amongst one another. Clockwork watched them with ruby eyes and raised his staff once more, "Everyone! Quiet! If you wish to help Mr. Plasmius, then listen to what I have to say!"
They went on mumbling.
He thrust the butt of his staff into the ground with a thunderous clang, "Haven't you people an ounce of respect for ones whom care for you so dearly?! Just shut the hell up a moment!"
And a hush came over them. . .
He ran his hands over the soft velvet of his purple hood and closed his eyes, his facial scar becoming more prominent, "We've all come to know Plasmius as a friend. . .even if he has been a negative influence everynow and then." He took a deep breath, his chest exagerating the move, "But we all care for him and he cares for us."
The ghosts nodded.
He went on, "Cancer, "He let the word sink in, "Is not something even I can heal. It will rupter the time line, and I can do nothing to help him."
they watched.
"But as you know, recently, he has taken in the young halfa's clone. And she's been leading him down several paths." Clockwork fingered a necklace round his neck people rarely saw, "He's been opened up to a religion, the one of Chritianity. And we can help him there."
The talking rose and fell momentarily.
"If we can have several people meet with him, than that would give him hope. If we can't help him here, we can help him in the after life, my dear friends." His cape was adrift in the wind. Still as a statue, he looked into the eyes of his companions. Even the Observants had come to hear what he'd have to say. Wulf stood besides Walker. Desiree clasped the hand of Technus, who had an almost fatherly arm on Sidney. The wise one read the eyes of the creatures and just stood. The silence stretched out and was shattered by a hoarse and familiar voice.
And man in a cape came drifting solemnly to the front of the close crowd, hood covering his eyes. One could merely make out a set of bleach-white vampire-like teeth in his mouth, which was slightly open in an act of labored breathing. He had come a long way.
The mysterious entitie raised an am to Clockwork, who raised an amused eyebrow. He lifted his own hood to reveal a face of a ghost with holding more sadness then a score of men should carry. A smudge of dirt with streaked as a sungle tear feel down his face and he smoothed back his salt-and-pepper hair. He blinked red eyes and took a quivering breath, "Please, show me where my son is. . ." And he colapsed before the master.
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CLIFFIE!
Hope you liked it. I'll try to update soon. I haven't seen the one with Ghostwritter, so I had to kinda guess how he talks. Someone said he speaks with all rhyms? Oh wel, if not, just ignore it Thanks for keeping with the sotry, y'all, I really appriciate it,
Vlad: Did you know she made me clean her goat's stable again?
Me: did not.
Vlad: Oh yes she did! And on the topic of forcing, how can you people write about me in such awful ways!?
Me: W-what do you mean:drinks more coffee:
Vlad: Well. . .the pairings of jasmine and I ! what were they. . .oh yes, Pshyco Cereal! what kind of a name is that, hmm? She's also so young and I---I'm not so young.
Me: 'Cause it's cute.
Vlad: You people are sick.
Me: You know you like it.
Vlad: Why the fangirls?! Though both my fangirl's little sisters keep tying me up and beating me and chanting something about an all-great-and-mighty Zukko. . .
Me: OO
Mrs. Masters and my little sisters: TIE HIM UP! HAIL ZUKKO!
Vlad: NOOOOOO!
That will confuse you all. . .
Vladysgirl