Happy Halloween! I hope you all are having an awesome Halloween evening and not letting any ghosts or goblins spoil your fun. XD Except for Danny; he wouldn't spoil your fun; he would make sure you were having fun! :) Anyways, forgive me and my weirdness, I hope you enjoy this chapter! :D
Disclaimer: You all know I don't own Danny Phantom. I only own my OC's and their stories. All rights go to their respective stories. :)
Vlad's POV:
Ah, Halloween. A perfect time for fright, mischief, and deceit. It was a time where Vlad could rob as many banks as he wanted and frighten rivals without having to worry they would know he actually existed. Halloween was his favorite time of the year, besides Maddie's and Elizabeth's birthdays.
The best part was that Elizabeth never liked trick-or-treating, at least that was what he told her, so he didn't have to worry about her getting lost out in the city. She normally would stay home and treat herself to reading a pleasant book from the library; hopefully, nothing paranormal, but on a night such as this, he doubted it.
"Hey, Dad?" Elizabeth's voice called from behind him, alerting him to her presence.
Without turning, he continued straightening his orange bowtie. "Yes, sweetheart?" he asked, glancing at the door through the mirror when he heard her walk into his bedroom.
"Are you going out?"
He stopped straightening his bowtie then turned to face her, noting her strange attire. She wore a long-sleeved black top with a matching blue pendant necklace; one he gave her for her twelfth birthday two weeks ago; a short, blue skirt with ruffles hung down from her waist to her knees, her feet were covered in a pair of plain black flats, and a pointy black witch hat sat upon her head, it almost too big for her. Then, to top it all off, blue streaks of hair blended well into her shiny black hair; oh, he hoped those were fake; she was too young to get her hair dyed.
Despite how uncomfortable her odd appearance made him, he straightened up and smiled gently. "Yes, Elizabeth. Don't you remember I have the annual Halloween Party to attend to with the neighbors?"
Which was another reason why he loved this specific frightening holiday; he could make up the same excuse each year to leave the house without Elizabeth coming along. After all, the annual party he was attending was an 'Adults Only Halloween Party', which meant she couldn't come with him. Sure, it was another lie to deceive her with but how else was he supposed to put bread on the table if he didn't leave to manipulate his rivals and rob banks?
"I know," Elizabeth started, and she crossed her arms, the action indicating defiance in his eyes, "I just thought I should tell you that Susan invited me to go trick-or-treating with her, and I want to go." She uncrossed her arms and rubbed the back of her neck nervously as she averted her gaze from his. "If that's okay with you, I mean."
He narrowed his eyes, skeptical; she never wanted to go trick-or-treating in the past, especially when she declared herself too old to go trick-or-treating at age nine; why did she all of the sudden want to go now? It wasn't like it was going to be enjoyable for her.
Plus, she was twelve years old. She was too young to be without adult supervision and if Susan's parents weren't going to be there, well, she wasn't going. "And, I trust Susan's parents will be beside you the entire time? They'll watch you as you go door-to-door?"
"Yep." She nodded once. "She told me her parents were going to walk us around the neighborhood and possibly in the city."
Well, if she was under adult supervision, he assumed he could trust she would be safe going out. After all, what could go wrong on Halloween night when several adults were around their children?
Plus, he had to show he trusted her to go places without him for them to have a strong bond when she reached her teenage years. He had to let her go.
"Very well." He smiled gently at her. "As long as Susan's parents are with you, I guess it's alright for you to leave. But, you must stay with them at all costs and listen when they tell you to do something."
Her pink lips stretched into a grin, and he knelt down and wrapped his arms around her small stature as soon as she ran over to hug him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Before he could utter a single word, she wiggled out of his grip and ran out of the room. "See you later, Dad!" she yelled, her voice becoming more distant the farther she ran from him, "I won't be out too late!"
He chuckled, amused with her enthusiastic demeanor regarding Halloween. Even though she considered herself an adult, there was still the playful childlike demeanor she had when she was younger. He sighed longingly, reminiscing the unforgettable and wonderful memories he had of her as a child; he missed those days.
He missed those days so much.
Elizabeth's POV:
Elizabeth had been waiting for this moment her whole life. Not the trick-or-treating part, of course; heck, she was too old for that; at least, that was what she believed. What she had been waiting for was at the ginormous and haunted mansion in an abandoned neighborhood. Yes, she was looking for Plasmius; the ghost who rescued her that one traumatizing night.
"Are you sure you three want to do this?" Thomas, a nerdy kid she befriended earlier that year, asked, "I mean, we're lying to our parents."
"Oh come on, Tommy," Matt groaned, annoyed with Thomas' obvious hesitant attitude toward the journey, "where's your sense of adventure? All we're doing is exploring a haunted mansion; there's no harm in that."
"For the hundredth time, my name is Thomas." Thomas glared at the incompetent boy by Elizabeth. "Thomas!"
"Guys, just shut up. I've been wanting to explore this place ever since Lizzie started rambling on and on about it," Susan groaned, exasperated with the two boys, "can you please get along for once? We're here to have fun, you know."
Thomas pouted, his green tunic hat falling over his eyes, "Yeah, but I thought we were trick-or-treating."
"Then why did you come?" Matt scoffed, digging his black mask out of his pocket to put on, "You could've stayed with your big sister to go trick-or-treating."
"When you said we were 'exploring a haunted house', I thought you meant we were going to an attraction! Not a real haunted mansion!"
"Ha! I told you he'd think that!" Susan smirked, brushing strands of her white wig behind her ear.
"Okay, okay. That's enough." Lizzie smiled over at Thomas. "You can stay out here if you want and keep a lookout for us. You know, if the cops come?"
"Yeah, yeah." Thomas smiled in gratitude and unclenched his plastic sword. "I can do that."
"Good." Lizzie glanced over at Susan, who was holding a black goody bag. "Did you bring the flashlights?"
"Did you even have to ask?" Susan smirked wider and pulled out her father's flashlights. "It's like you don't trust I can sneak things out of my own house."
Elizabeth smirked and took an offered flashlight. "It's not that I don't trust you. I just know your parents are pretty OCD about their stuff."
"Yeah, well, I usually put things back before they notice."
Matt chuckled and smirked as he took a red flashlight from Susan. "This is why I like hanging out with you guys; so innocent around family and teachers, but devious and sneaky when alone."
"Well, we are pretty amazing actresses." Susan turned on her purple flashlight "But, I'd say I'm better at breaking the rules more than Lizzie is, isn't that right, Lizzie?"
Elizabeth scoffed. "Sure, I'm more obedient than you two, but that doesn't mean I can't fool anyone close to me."
Matt grinned and turned on his flashlight when the wind picked up, blowing his black cape out from behind him. "Let's just go in already. I want to frickin' see this place!"
"Alright, alright." Lizzie turned on her flashlight, the light shining on the aged and unreadable plaque in front of the mansion. "Then let's go."
As soon as they started walking, minus Thomas, Lizzie turned back to the nerdy kid. "Oh, and be careful, Thomas!"
Thomas narrowed his eyes skeptically. "Why?"
"Well, I read that on Halloween night, the dead bodies buried beneath this place rise up to prey on any poor innocent bystanders close by."
Thomas' eyes widened in fear, and Elizabeth turned back around as a smirk settled on her face; good, they said? Ha! Not even close.
Vlad's POV:
Plasmius zipped up his duffel bag, finished robbing the last of several banks he robbed that night. Honestly, he would have thought there would have been better security there, especially around the vault where the new shipment of gems was brought in. Apparently, banks had to take holiday on Halloween night too.
He started levitating upwards, visible since he disabled the security cameras, but froze and shut his eyes when a bright light turned on in front of him, blinding him momentarily.
"I told you I heard the vault open," a disembodied high-pitched female voice stated.
"Yeah, yeah," another disembodied, yet rough, voice grumbled, "alright, buddy, the party's over. Take off your ridiculous mask, drop the bag, and get down on your hands and knees."
Vlad squinted past the blinding light and spotted two security guards. Ah, so there were security guards patrolling the bank. He would've been more careful if he knew that; well, he guessed it was time to get him out of this situation. "Madam and sir, I apologize for the intrusion, but I was just here to collect my box. You see, I needed a little extra cash to pay for my child's medical bills."
"Even if that were true, you would have to wait until the bank opened tomorrow morning to withdraw cash. Now, put the bag down and get on your hands and knees, so we can get on with our night."
Wow, what a heartless man; he thought 'the ill child' story would have worked. Well, if the sympathy story wouldn't work, he guessed he would have to go with plan B. "Sorry, but I'm afraid that can't happen."
"Look, bud, it's Halloween, we have guns, just make this easy on all of us."
Vlad smirked, and he chuckled dangerously, noticing the guards place their hands on the guns attached to their sides. "You don't know who you're threatening, you idiots." His eyes glow a dark shade of red, purposefully frightening the guards. "I suggest you stand down now before you find out what I'm truly capable-."
Before he could finish his sentence, a gunshot sounded out, and he let out an involuntary scream of pain out as soon as he felt something sharp hit his right shoulder. He stumbled a bit backward, barely keeping himself on his feet, then glanced up when he saw the bright light erratically jumping from side-to-side. "Angelica!" a loud yell sounded out, "You can't do that!"
"You saw those eyes!" The female yelled back, "He's a demon!"
Before the situation could worsen, Vlad flew up and phased through the ceiling, barely dodging the second bullet. He flew as fast as he could through the city with his duffel bag secured over his unscathed shoulder and a tightened grip over his wound. How could he have been so careless?! He should have known that woman would have pulled the trigger! He should have shot an ectoplasmic blast at her while he had the chance!
Well, now he would have to hide out for a bit until he could stop the blood flow and wait for the cops to finish their search for him. Honestly, he didn't believe it would take too long; he could tell his wound was only a flesh wound and the police would give up their search after a mere thirty minutes when they couldn't find him within a ten-mile radius. He would just have to tell Elizabeth he lost track of time when he arrived back home.
He flew into a nearby opened window then crouched down, noticing a police car race down the street. The shining bright blue and red lights dimmed down as the car headed in the direction he came from, probably believing he was close to the bank. A satisfied smirk settled on his lips at the disappearance of the vehicle, and he slid the duffel bag off of his shoulder, grimacing when he accidentally moved his injured shoulder. With clenched teeth, he gripped onto it again, feeling his ectoplasmic blood seep through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Great. What else could possibly go wrong tonight?
Elizabeth's POV:
Elizabeth peeked into each room, being careful not to alert Plasmius of her presence; who knew what he would do if he found out she was invading his home. It wasn't that she was afraid of him, no. She just didn't want to him to kick her out then disappear again; it would take her years to find him again.
She tiptoed up to one of the master bedrooms of the Mansion, trying to be as quiet as possible, and stopped outside of the doorway, thankful the door was already open. Slowly, she peeked past the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight. Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounded against her chest, and her flashlight started shaking, her trembling hands the cause. There, crouching by the window, was Plasmius.
At last, after years of searching, she found him. It was so hard to believe, yet there he was. Crouched behind the window, staring at the outside world, and, for some odd reason, clutching onto his shoulder.
A small smile crept up onto her lips as she gazed at her rescuer, her hero. It was an incredible feeling to be standing in the same room as her hero. Her heart pounded as several mixed emotions of fear, excitement, anxiety, and joy filled her inner core. Who wouldn't want to be, at least, within a few feet away from their rescuer? Although he didn't know she was there, she was grateful to even see him once more before she swore to focus on the mystery of who her biological family was.
She sighed in content and rested her head against the doorway, watching as he continued to gaze out of the window, possibly keeping an eye out for all of the other trick-or-treaters. He truly was a hero and a great man-or, vampire; she still wasn't sure what he was.
Her eyes widened in fear, and she lifted her head up in concern when he grimaced in pain as he slid a duffel bag off of his shoulder. She took a step into the room, noticing a strange-looking green liquid soak through his shirt. As confused as she was, the only thought of what it could be was acid. But, where did one even find acid around these parts of the city?
Swallowing involuntarily, she took another step into the room, purposefully gaining his attention that time. He looked over at her, narrowing his eyes at first then widening them when he took a long enough look at her. "Elizabeth?" he asked, confusion clear in his tone.
She smiled shyly and let out a breath of relief; thank goodness he remembered her. "Hi," she shyly greeted then frowned in concern as the green liquid started to spread over his shoulder, "what is that? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just-" He blinked twice then tilted his head in confusion. "-what are you even doing here?" He narrowed his eyes slightly which caused her to bite her lower lip in nervousness. "Shouldn't you be trick-or-treating with your friends?"
"Well, yes." She stepped closer to him, shining the bright beam from her flashlight onto him. "But, I needed to see you."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I just-" She shrugged and averted her gaze to the wall beside him. "-I just needed to."
"You've stated that already, you know."
She huffed and narrowed her eyes at the amusing smirk on his lips. "I know that," she grumbled, annoyed. It was bad enough her father knew how to annoy her but now Plasmius knew? How was everyone discovering how to do that?!
He pouted, mockingly, she noticed. "Aw, someone's grumpy."
She huffed again. "Don't talk to me like that."
Vlad's POV:
Oh, that wasn't going to happen. She lied to him; she was going to regret doing so. Luckily, he knew all of the right buttons to push. "Like what?" He tilted his head mockingly, smirking when her eyes narrowed further. "I'm only speaking in an appropriate manner for a child."
He smirked wider in amusement when she scoffed. "I am not a child."
He resisted the urge to grimace again when he accidentally moved his shoulder. "Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not!"
He chuckled slightly, amused the more annoyed she was becoming the longer she argued with him. It was ironic really; she was becoming more childlike the further he teased her about it. "Oh, come now, Elizabeth. You're twelve; you are a child, and you know it."
"Only physically. Not psychologically."
"Oh, I bet I could find something psychologically child-like in that little mind of yours." She was going to hate him for that.
She scoffed again, and he rose an amused brow. "Look, I don't want to argue with someone about this right now, alright?" She started walking toward him which caused him to scoot back slightly, him not wanting her to see the wound. "Something happened to you, and you're distracting me from helping you."
Well, yes. No child should have to see a wound as bloody as his; it would be traumatizing. "I told you I'm fine." His skin tore when he scooted again, apparently trying to call him out on his lie. "Now, if you could please leave-"
"I'm not leaving." She knelt down in front of him, shining the light on his bloodied hand he was using to cover his shoulder. "I just want to help."
"It's juice, Elizabeth," he insisted then grabbed her wrist when she tried to touch him, which caused her to gasp in surprise. "Now leave."
He watched as her entire face turned pale and her eyes widened in fear as she stared down at his wound. He looked back down at his shoulder, noticing blood spill out and down his arm. He sighed in annoyance and let go of her hand; this was too traumatizing for a child.
"I-Is that blood?" she asked, her voice barely audible as she continued to stare, "Your blood's green?"
Oh, wheat thins. What was he supposed to say now? She was too smart to believe this wasn't a juice stain now. "Elizabeth, please leave. Go home. I'm sure your father is concerned."
"You're bleeding." She started glancing around the room, confusing him. "We need to stop the bleeding."
Elizabeth's POV:
"We need to stop the bleeding." She glanced around, spotting the duffel bag he had carried. It probably held medical supplies or something to help others. After all, what hero wouldn't carry anything like that around?
Forcing herself to recall whatever medical information she had retained from studying in her father's study, she grabbed the duffel bag, hoping to find bandages, towels, or cloths to help.
"Elizabeth, don't-" Before he could finish his sentence, she opened it and gaped at the sight of what it contained. Inside, held various and numerous types of gems, probably thousands of dollars worth, and rolled dollar bills. What the heck was this? Why did he have this? What was it even for?
Before she could ask, police sirens sounded out from outside, and she glanced over at him to see him ducked below the window. Red and blue lights shone on the window pane as the police car raced by. Glancing back down at the gems and Plasmius' hidden position, the pieces of what situation she was in started to click into place. "I don't believe this," she muttered under her breath as she stared at the jewels.
After all those years of searching, she had finally found him but discovered that he wasn't what she hoped he'd be. He wasn't a hero like she wanted. He was a thief, one that took advantage of his powers for his own personal gain. A criminal who made others' lives more miserable than cheerful.
But knowing that wasn't what hurt the most. It was the fact that she wasted all of those years searching for the hero who rescued her, only to be disappointed in the end. He wasn't who she thought he was; he was a criminal, a monster, and, worst of all, a liar. How could she be so blind? How could she not see the man he truly was, even though it was clear? Her father, someone she loved, had lied to her already; how could she not know Plasmius, her hero, would've lied to her as well? Everyone she cared about was lying to her.
A sense of disappointment and betrayal filled her heart which forced her to let go of the bag. "Elizabeth," he started, his tone soft, "please go home."
"You're a thief," she stated, her hands trembling as her vision clouded with fresh tears, "a criminal, and a liar."
She felt a warm hand gently grabbing her shoulder. "Elizabeth-"
"No!" She shook his hand off then stood up and narrowed her eyes as she stormed away from him. "I'm done being lied to!"
"E-Elizabeth, wait!"
"Why should I?!" She stopped at the door and clenched her fists, accidentally turning off her flashlight while doing so. "You're a criminal and criminals always lie! You lie like my Dad! I was a fool for thinking otherwise!"
Heartbroken, she ran out with tears running down her cheeks and onto the creaky wood paneled floor beneath her. Chocked sobs escaped her as she ran, making it difficult for her to breathe properly. Her vision continued to fog which made it difficult to see where she was going. How could she not see it? Why couldn't she spot a liar when they were right in front of her? Why was she so darn gullible? Why did everyone she care about lie to her?
"Elizabeth!" Matt's voice called out from behind her, but she didn't stop; she didn't want to, not until she was sure she left Plasmius' house and was far, far away from him.
Vlad's POV:
Vlad should have known. He should have known Elizabeth wasn't actually going to go trick-or-treating, yet he believed her anyway and let her go. Because of how much he trusted her, she was able to find Plasmius after all of these wasted years avoiding her. Now, she believed Plasmius lied to her, even though he hadn't! He never told her he was a criminal when they first met so why the blazes had she believed he lied to her?!
He let out a disappointed sigh and looked back at the duffel bag full of gems sitting on one of the exam tables in his lair. Yes, he took it back to his lair. He wouldn't have had to hurry and leave the premises of the abandoned mansion if Elizabeth hadn't called the cops on him. Believe him, the whole flight back to the mansion only resulted in worsening his wound.
He was proud she wanted to do the right thing, but he was disappointed she would even consider turning him in. Yes, of course, he knew Elizabeth had no clue he was Plasmius, but he was still her father. And, if he went to jail, she would have to return to the Orphanage or live with Maddie; he did label her as Elizabeth's godmother after all. He couldn't forgive himself if he left her in the Orphanage's or Maddie's care, but only because of Jack claiming the title of 'father' to his daughter.
Heartbroken, he slumped down in a chair by his computers. The worst part of the situation was that he now knew Elizabeth still considered him a liar and someone she couldn't confide in or trust. How could he have not realized that sooner? He would have been more careful around her, he would have made his lies sound much more convincing, and he wouldn't have lied as much to make it impossible for her to know how he lied. Yet, she knew.
What was he going to do now? How was he going to get Elizabeth to trust him again?
Elizabeth's POV:
Elizabeth burst into her room, heartbroken as tears of betrayal fell from her reddened eyes. How could she have been so blind, so stupid, and so gullible?! She let a stupid, childish belief in the unknown consume her for three long years and was now paying the price.
On her way to her bed, she tripped on a loose rug and fell forward, landing on her knees. Choked sobs escaped her lips as the scrapes on her knees started to burn and the severity of the sense of being deceived consumed her thoughts. She held her face in her hands, not having the strength, or need, to get up as she let her distressing thoughts take her.
"Elizabeth?"
Her sobs quieted down a bit as she looked over her shoulder to see the last person she expected to see. She sniffled softly and wiped at her eyes. "Matt, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling, "My Dad would kill you if he found out you were here."
"I know, but-" He started to walk into the darkened room, the hall lights providing the only source of light. "-I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
She sniffled again and wiped her runny nose against her sleeve, not caring for her act of lack of propriety, and turned away from him. "I'm fine."
"You don't sound 'fine'." His hurried footsteps echoed the closer he came toward her, and she jumped as soon as he sat down next to her, accidentally startling her. "What happened back there? Did something scare you?"
She scoffed, another tear falling down her cheek. "No, I don't scare easy."
"Then what happened?"
"You'll laugh at me."
"No, I won't. You can trust me."
Oh, please. Her long list of being lied to said otherwise; she couldn't trust anyone anymore.
"Lizz?" Matt persisted, touching her shoulder gently, "Please? Talking about it with someone can help you. If you don't talk to someone, then you could end up hurting yourself."
A long, tired sigh escaped her, and she ran a cool hand down her face, feeling her wettened cheeks. She wasn't going to lie, he made a good point. Keeping everything in would only hurt her in the end. After all, the betrayal lodged within her heart proved just that. "Do you promise you won't laugh at me?"
He squeezed her shoulder. "I swear it."
Another long sigh left her then she looked to the other side of the room, avoiding his gaze. "Three years ago, I found out I was adopted," she started and swallowed involuntarily when he loosed his gentle grip on her shoulder, "and I ran away from home."
"Oh my gosh, Lizz. I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"That wasn't the end of the story," she continued then averted her gaze to the closest window to her bed, "I blindly ran to a dangerous part of the city, wanting to find out who my biological parents were." She started playing with a loose string on her skirt, it providing comfort to her. "I was grabbed and almost kidnapped if it wasn't for-" She swallowed again, voluntary that time when her body heated up in nervousness. "-a vampire."
"A what?"
"A vampire." She scoffed. "Or some paranormal-type creature; I'm still uncertain about what he is."
"Okay," he drawled out, uncertainty clear in his tone, "so a vampire saved you, then what happened?"
"He took me home, and I had been searching for him for years only to be disappointed in the end."
"What do you mean?"
"I found him in the mansion."
"Did you discover he was in a costume or something?"
She scoffed again and shook her head slightly. "I wish I did. It was worse."
"How was it worse?"
"H-He-" Another choked sob escaped her, and she covered her mouth as Matt scooted closer to her and wrapped a comforting arm around her. "-He's a criminal, a thief, a liar. I thought he was my hero, but I was wrong."
"That's why you're upset? Because he's a criminal?"
"Yes!" She glanced back up at him, her eyes watering. "He lied about being a hero! For all I know, right after he rescued me, he could have robbed my Dad without me knowing!"
An awkward silence ensued between them, the only sounds heard were her sobs and his soft breathing. It seemed as if time moved slower as they sat together in silence. He probably thought she was crazy. She certainly wouldn't blame him for it; she would have believed the same thing too if she was in his place.
"Lizz?" Matt's grip around her tightened gently, and she hesitantly allowed him to pull her closer to him although they were close already. "I'm sorry. No one deserves to be tricked like that."
"I just wish I knew." She sniffled again, hesitantly laying her head on his shoulder. "I wouldn't have wasted all of this time-"
"You haven't wasted any time." He started rubbing her arm gently, his fingers softly gliding across her sleeve. "You believed in someone and trusted them; that's normal to do."
"Yeah, but-"
"It wasn't your fault, Lizz. Don't blame this on yourself. That vampire, or whatever it is, deserves the regret he's going to feel for hurting you."
She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes gently, letting Matt's kind word sink in. He truly had changed from the jerkiest bully she knew to the sweetest friend she had. "Thanks, Matt," she softly whispered, "for everything."
"Of course. You know I'll always be there to listen."
She smirked. "That's because you're the only one who's ever seen me like this."
He chuckled softly. "Yeah, well, I am your best friend."
"You really think so?" she teased lightly, "Susan's probably got you beat on that."
"Then I guess I'll just have to fight Susan for that position."
She smirked wider. "I'll make sure to tell her that."
"Don't you dare, sweetheart." He stopped rubbing her arm and gently laid his head on hers. "Or I'm not going to give you any of my Halloween candy."
Elizabeth giggled. "The candy around here isn't that great anyway."
"Yeah, I'm not really pleased with all of the black licorice our neighbors have been buying, but-" He started digging through his candy bag, and she lifted her head up slightly to try to see what he was searching for. "-I did manage to trade a small pack of Nerds for a Snickers Bar." He took out the medium-sized candy bar and showed it to her. "Want to share?"
She smiled softly and shrugged. "You know I'll never turn down a Snickers."
He grinned and took his arm back then opened the piece of candy. "Then let's eat and celebrate the only time of year we receive free candy without actually having to pay for it."
Author's Note: Hey, beautiful people! What do you think will happen now that Elizabeth knows Plasmius is a criminal and not the hero she had hoped for? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this Halloween chapter! Please feel free to leave a review and please don't hesitate to give constructive criticism! I hope you have an AWESOME Halloween! :)
Fun Fact: At night, Elizabeth would stay up past her bedtime to do research on the paranormal to see if she could have a better understanding of Plasmius. You probably already knew that though. XD
Thank you, beautiful 16, for following my story! :)
Review Time!
Thank you, beautiful EleahleBlue, for your review! Happy Halloween, dear friend! I hope you're having an awesome Halloween! Lol, out-Plasmiused the Plasmius; I love that. XD Congratulations on finishing your story! I still haven't finished reading it (I'm sorry!), and I'm so glad you're having so much success with it! :)
Thank you, beautiful GhostWriterGirl-1, for your review! Happy Halloween! I'm so glad you're enjoying my story! I still haven't finished reading yours either (I'm sorry! I've been busy! :( ). Anyway, I hope you're having an awesome Halloween! :)
Thank you, beautiful Luna Latanya, for your review! Happy Halloween! I hope you're Halloween is amazing! I don't know; I haven't totally decided what I want to happen regarding Elizabeth's love life, but I do have a few ideas. We'll just have to wait and see. ;)