Me: The hiatus may be over soon. I finally got my own laptop, so now I don't any excuse for not posting stories (other than my own laziness). Anyway, I know I took down the A/N that had my favorite DP Music contest songs, so I'm re-posting it now.
DathMorpheus:
Vlad Master/ Plasmius -Trouble by Taylor Swift or My Love by Justin Timberlake
Sam Mason – Some Night by Fun
Jeanette9a:
johnny 13 – Want u back (nightcore version)
There you go guys.
Darth: Hey Anime do you think Gore would be okay with me trimming my fangs?
Me: Probably not ….. `sneaks terrified peak at Gore`
Gore the plot bunny: You do and you'll be sorry. `pulls out bloody ax`
Danny: Um... where'd he get the Ax? 0.0'
Me: You don't want to know `gulps`
Darth: Fine... I guess I'll keep the Fangs. But I should warn you, I am not a happy ghost.
Me: You know what, I think it's time to start the chapter.
Darth: Good idea.
…...
A Simple Solution
Vlad's POV
"Damnable Witch... It's her own fault the study got demolished. Why should I have to clean her mess?! She shouldn't have interfered in the first place! Of all the stupid..." Vlad continually muttered curses under his breath as he ascended the narrow rickety staircase towards the study. The study was the room that had been demolished when that insufferable rabbit had sent poor Daniel crashing through the roof (which Vlad had repeatedly smashed his unfortunate fingers trying to repair).
Upon reaching the room, Vlad kicked the door open harshly to vent some of his anger. Dust fell from the freshly repaired ceiling upon impact. The study was small (the overturned bookcases and novels making it more so), dusty, and despite the gaping hole that had been in the roof all night the study still retained the thick musky air and old book smell. Vlad accidentally breathed in some of the musk and dust which sent him into a minor coughing fit. Damnit this was turning out to be an intolerable chore.
Vlad carefully picked his way through the tiny space, stepping over the fallen books and kicking aside broken pieces of wood, towards the center where the brunt of the damage was located. Sighing, Vlad rolled up the sleeves of his scoop-neck sweatshirt (dark blue with an odd gray emoticon) and began what was sure to be grueling work. Carefully he pushed the bookcases back into position (Nami said she'd fix them so he didn't have to worry about that). All Vlad really had to do now was sort the books and do a bit of dusting. Nami seemed to have some peculiar books stored here. Besides a few Stephen King novels (A/N: love that author) there were books entitled The Best Fences, Bodybuilders in Tutus (which turned out to be a book containing a collection of marketing advice essays), and an old diary that looked as if it'd seen better days. Actually, the diary looked exactly like the one Daniel bought from Nami.
Speaking of which, Daniel never answered that morning when Vlad had tried to call him. It worried him a little at first, but Vlad decided to be rational. Perhaps he had business to attend to in the ghost zone. What with Daniel being the ghost zones caretaker, it wasn't unusual for the ghosts to come to him to solve their problems. Then there was the GiW, they could've done something to distract him, or he could be doing something with his parents (Daniel told him about 'family night'). (A/N: Refer to 'The Music Reminds Me' if you don't understand.)
Vlad placed the diary on Nami's antique desk, as it didn't fit in with any of the other books he had already sorted, and bent to retrieve the next one. 'The Sorcerer's Apprentice', Vlad stacked it with the other fantasy adventure books (Harry Potter and Percy Jackson). 'Crack in the glass and 'The Doll', he placed those with the horror books. 'The witches book of Spells: revised edition', Vlad literally threw the book into the pile of what he deemed 'useless magic junk'. He spent a whole hour simply sorting through the remaining books. Finally, only one book left 'Household spells: so easy a mortal can do it'.
Curiosity peaked, Vlad began to flip through the moldy text. It was mostly Latin, thank God Nami had decided to sign him up for Latin class (he felt kinda bad for overturning her cauldron, full of Somnium dulciter, now). True to its title, the leather bound book contained nothing but spells to use around the home. Lauandi (laundry), Acetabula (a spell to clean the dishes), and so on. Vlad finally settled on reading the page headlined ' ADSPERSIO incantatores' (dusting spell). The spell seemed pretty straight forward; pick up the duster and focus all energy into it, then speak the incantation. Vlad sighed deeply, reminded that he had no such power to even attempt such a simple spell. But for the hell of it, Vlad grasped the antique feather duster (an old tool that would surely cause more filth than it cleaned) and focused his energy. Doing so made him feel quite foolish but nevertheless Vlad took the final step and whispered the incantation...
…... Time Skip ...
Vlad practically skipped down the iron staircase to the kitchen (if it could be called that) humming a cheerful tune (walking on sunshine). Unbelievably, the spell had worked! As soon as the foreign words left his tongue, the old duster began to glow a bright pink (probably caused by his ghostly aura) and sanitize the study of all dust particles. Now if he could just keep it quiet that he 'borrowed' the book. Hopefully he could stop Nami from reading his mind (as long as he didn't think about it, she'd be non the wiser).
Still humming, Vlad walked over to the kitchen table, opened the book to find a sweeping and mopping spell (as he still had chores to complete). The page was worn down, and torn slightly making it difficult to decipher. It seemed pretty straight forward though. Take material from the desired cleaning utensil (mop or broom), and speak the incantation while focusing energy into it (just like the dusting spell). Vlad snapped the book shut and made his way through the room to the broom cupboard where Nami stored the cleaning supplies. Carefully he tugged out one of the broom bristles and a strand from the mop (ew).
Vlad closed his eyes to better focus on his task; pouring all of his ghostly energy into the items in his palms, murmuring the incantation "Rapit cubiculum" under his breath. The straw from the broom glowed pink and miraculously so did the broom. The otherwise inanimate object, for lack of a better phrase, came to life and instantly began to sweep the dusty and grime covered floors. To bewitch the mop Vladimir had to utter a different incantation. "PENICULUS locus", and then the old mop was following after the broom. Vlad grinned broadly, he would be finished in no time.
While the mop and broom were cleansing the kitchen Vlad decided to take a break. Maybe he'd finally start that Steven King novel 'Doctor Sleep' (A/N: I can't wait until that book comes out) or perhaps he'd simply watch some television. Vlad settled for the latter and climbed back up the staircase to the parlor. The parlor itself wasn't exactly big nor was it small. The walls were painted a nice off-white color (ivory it seemed), the carpeting was a deep mahogany and amazingly soft. The furniture was centered and arranged so that the backs faced the trapdoor; there was a French love seat (with mint green colored cushions and a cherry wood backing engraved with intricate designs), a matching recliner to the left, and an antique rocking chair (also known as Nami's chair) that looked as if it had seen better days to the right. The focal point being a forty-seven inch hi-def flat-screen mounted on a simple cherry wood entertainment center.
Vlad plopped down onto the love seat (it was more comfortable than it appeared) and switched the television on. After flipping through several channels he finally settled on watching some documentary show called How It's Made. (A/N: I love that show! Unfortunately I can never seem to catch an episode. T_T New or otherwise.) He must have fallen asleep sometime during the show (it had nothing to do with the programs contents, as it was rather interesting, but rather last night's events and today's early morning chores had worn him down).
Stretching the kinks out of his muscles, from sleeping in one position for too long, Vlad checked the time. 1:15. Nami said she would return from... errands (she declined to answer his questions of where she would be and what she would be doing), at two. Possibly sooner. Time to check on the mop and broom...
Shit... (Gasp! Did Vlad just curse?) Shit, shit, shit. This wasn't right. The broom wasn't supposed to be scratching the paint off the cabinets with its bristles! The mop wasn't supposed to be mopping the table (actually making it filthy instead of cleaning it)! There shouldn't bean inch of water covering the floor, the sink shouldn't be overflowing, just... Shouldn't Be HAPPENING! "Stop!" He shouted, his voiced, cracked slightly with panic, echoing from the walls. The mop and broom stopped momentarily and turned towards him. It felt as if they were staring at him, seizing him up trying to decide if he was worth listening to. If Vlad were a weaker man or not in the middle of a mind meltdown, it would have unnerved him. The mop and broom turned away and carried on their work, apparently come to the decision that no, Vlad wasn't worth their time.
"Shit!" Vlad lunged for the mop, which was closest to him, trying to stop it physically (seeing as it wouldn't listen to him otherwise). "Stop, you have to stop!" The mop threw Vlad away (since when do inanimate objects have super human strength?). Vlad collided painfully with the cabinets under the sink, his sweatshirt becoming soaked in seconds. He stood up quickly and switched off the sink. CRASH! The broom had somehow opened the cabinets and was sweeping the dishes out onto the floor. No, no, no, shit, shit, shit! "Stop it! St-"
BANG! Vlad paled. "ENOUGH!" Nami glared about the room until her eyes (fiery red irises betraying just how furious she truly was) found him. Vlad gulped. "Desine!" The mop and broom stiffened and fell with twin loud clattering and splashing sounds that echoed throughout the room. Nami's eyes never left Vlads.
"Fuck."
…...
Tap, tap, tap; Vlad thrummed his fingers against the solid glass of the mirror in which he was imprisoned... Again. Not that Vlad really minded this time (he was the one who played around with magic, against Nami's orders). 'There are no shortcuts in magic. That's the first rule of sorcery.' Those words from weeks ago echoed throughout his head for the past hour.
Vlad heard the faint jingle of the bell signaling that they had custom-... wait a minute! The shop wasn't even open today. Maybe Daniel was here? "Hello?! Anyone home?!" A female voice? So it's not Daniel. "'Vander', Nami?" Not Daniel but Samantha ('Sam', he reminded himself, she hates the name Samantha).
"You guys here or not?!" So she brought Tucker with her? Not surprising.
Knowing that they would be able to hear him Vlad opened his mouth and called, "back here!" The door opened revealing Daniels two best friends. Samantha (Sam gosh darn it!) was wearing a standard black turtle-neck, a red pleated skirt, back tights, and red and black combat boots. Tucker was looking like his normal geeky self except for a few changes. Having recently traded in the beret and horn-rimmed glasses (the ones that were much too big for his face) for cornrow's and wire-framed rectangular eyeglasses that gave him an air of maturity and made him look respectively knowledgeable. Tucker was wearing a typical black beanie, a yellow, black, and white striped sweater, black cargo pants, and black worker's boots.
"Vlad?"
"Over here."
The two stood there for a moment looking around for Vlad before Sam saw the mirror. As they got closer they noticed that he was inside. They stood there for another moment before bursting with laughter. Vlad frowned not amused in the slightest by their reactions. Sam took out her phone from her skirt pocket and took a picture.
"Yeah yeah, this is all very funny. Did you two want something, or are you just here to make my day worse?"
"Sorry," Sam snickered. "We just wanted to see if you heard from Danny today."
"No," Vlad said confused. "I figured he was with you."
"Well, obviously he's not."
Vlad snorted, "Obviously. If he's not with you, then perhaps he's in the ghost zone?"
"No he's not," said Tucker. "We already checked."
"Haven't you tried calling him?
Sam scoffed, "No, not at all. We're that stupid."
Vlad lifted his hands up in defense. "I was merely checking. You don't have to bite my head off."
"Yeah," she sighed. "Sorry I'm just feeling a little stressed. We haven't been able to find Danny anywhere and we can't get into his house cause his parents went to some convention or whatever."
"Perhaps you've been seeking him in all the wrong places Samantha." Nami glided elegantly down the metal staircase wearing an off the shoulder black dress (that came half-way down her lace-stocking covered thigh) with lace sleeves. Her hair styled in loose curls that framed her face and shoulder's nicely. In her hand she carried a pair of lovely suede high heels (which she obviously intended to put on once downstairs). Tucker wolf-whistled in appreciation.
"Thank you Tucker." Nami said with a smile.
"Where are you going?" Vlad asked, 'dressed like that' went duly unsaid.
"We, Vladimir, are going to help Daniel." She said matter of factly.
"Help? You say that like he's in dang..." Vlad paled. "Let me out." To emphasis his want of freedom; Vlad threw his whole body at the glass and, to his surprise, he fell through (without the aid of Nami, no less!). "Wha...?"
"I told you there was a simple trick to it." Nami snickered. Vlad frowned.
"You mean to tell me all I had to do to get out was walk through?!" He seethed.
"Now is not the time Vladimir. Go get changed, I left everything you'll need on your bed. Hurry." Without another word Vlad left.
…...
Me: I finally finished the chapter! Sorry for the wait everyone, too much stuff going on in my brain at once.
Gore the plot bunny: You mean like voices? Oh God she's mentally insane RUN!
Me: I was talking about having to many ideas for art and stories. Get your head outta your ass Gore.
Vlad: Besides the only insane one here is you, Gore.
Darth: Gore sweetheart...Don't be a jerk...Vlad don't be a prick...Everyone Else Read and Review...Or I will hunt you down *lightning strikes and is gone*
Me: See y'all next chapter! :)