Oh my gosh! An update! What a concept, eh? Well, as my friend kupo, known more popularly here as hottwriterchickfromWA, once told me, the best way to get out of writer's block is to write through it. So, if this chapter reeks, I expect you all to say something about it. Because then I'd know for sure if I'm out of this stupid block... grr... Read now! Then review! Review, I say!
Okay, one last thing: it's short. You don't have to say it, I know. There are 358 total words in the actual story itself. But I'm sure you'd agree, that's better than nothing.
Fine! Read away! I'll just blab on my bio page instead!
Danny Masters
Chapter 8
I arrived at Vlad's the next day. The rents wanted me to make sure I had all my stuff packed. It was a tearful separation on my parents' behalf, but they'll get over it.
Vlad received me warmly, and showed me to my expansive room. It was about as big as our house; my king-size bed was in the far left corner, right next to an unfinished ghost portal. "What's with the portal?" I asked, setting my bags down on the giant desk by the door.
"Oh, I whipped that up special, just for you. I figured that you'll need all the practice you can get, so why not have ghosts readily accessible for fighting?"
He went to the walk-in closet that took up an entire wall. Inside the closet was a hallway filled with differently decorated doors. "You can keep your weapons here," he continued, flinging open two etched-glass doors. "And your clothing here," two stainless steel doors flung wide. "And anything else you need can be stored here." Two wooden doors with stained glass inserts were opened last, then promptly closed. "Each sub-closet is specially designed and outfitted for your comfort."
I ambled in, admiring the handcrafted doors. "These must've been spendy," I commented.
"Yes, they were. Surely you don't forget that I'm filthy rich?" He turned to leave. "I'll let you get comfortable," he said over his shoulder, "just come downstairs when you're hungry."
"Sure," I said absent-mindedly.
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A plan had been formulating in my mind ever since Vlad had opened up his home. I only had the rough outlines of it, but the initial goal was clear. Tedious work was preordained, but it would be well worth it. The only thing was working out the details.
I lay in my new bed in my new room in my new house and thought to myself, I wonder what's next? The weather outside was nice enough during the day for practice, but Vlad had to have had something planned.
Little did I know that, as I slowly fell into unconsciousness, a few people back home were contriving a little plan themselves.
