Author's Note: You guys can thank classic rock for this chapter. Man has my writing technique change, sorry if it's starting to confuse some of you guys. I'm gonna try and make sure the re-write stays in balance though. Have a nice read guys! And thanks for the reviews! Love them!
Vlad woke up with the most crooked back in the world. Stretching out just made the whole situation worse.
Is this his punishment for what he did the other night? It had to be, why else would he be in pain while sleeping on the one the most comfortable yet expensive beds in the world?
Remembering what happened afterwards from yesterdays incident, Vlad quickly hurried to his nearest phone. Which happened to be the phone next to his bed.
Falling on the floor face first, he cranked his neck up to check the time on the clock.
7:30
Curse his habits of waking up early in the morning. There is no probable way that Janice would be awake at this hour.
Bones groaning in protest, Vlad stood up to start his morning routines. Brush teeth, take shower, wear expensive suit, and eat breakfast suited for a king. All in that order, which only took up less than two hours.
Flipping through his empty planner, Vlad finally noticed how lonely his domain was. No laughter of a teenage girl, no purring of a pampered cat rubbing against his legs, not even the occasional silent steps that said teenager would take behind him to try and catch him off guard. It was all silences in the Masters Mansion.
Sighing, Vlad put down the planner and sat by the cold fireplace. The only sound that kept him at bay was the timed ticking of a grandfather clock, ticking away the minutes that painfully slowed by.
In silence he prayed that his only piece of sanity would forgive him.
With time ticking away, Vlad's eyes flicked in and out of focus. Waiting on one thing was quite tiresome, even if one hasn't done a single thing all day. The hour hand of the grandfather clock timed 10 o'clock on the dot. The chimed sound of the clock echoed through out the huge structure.
The dull tapping of his fingers on the armrest annoyed him, but what else could he do?
Where did his days of wanting to destroy the Fentons go? Where was his craving for the perfect son? And most importantly, where was his longing for Maddie?
Everything he seemed so pent on doing seemed to vanish in thin air. Was Janice having this affect on him? Did having a daughter cure all his insanity? But how?
Then he smiled, remembering what he told the blasted time ghost.
He loved the girl with all his bitter heart. She seemed to bring the best of him, even thought he didn't know he had such a side. Any murderous thought that he had went away when she came in doing something utterly stupid, or came in to show a new technique that Skulker had taught her. She was his daughter.
Then the phone rung.
Racing to the object, he quickly picked up and said quiet. "Hello?"
Turned out to be some salesman.
Slamming the phone he began muttering, then started to wonder where his daughter was…where was his daughter exactly?
Was she at a friends, in one of his business buildings, the mayor's office? Or worse at a boys?
Blood boiling at the point of vaporizing Vlad angrily grunted at the thought. There was no way that his daughter was caught up with some, some, some boy!
Caught up in his rage he almost missed the ringing of the phone. Calming himself down, Vlad picked up the phone.
"Hello?" He questioned.
"Hey Vlad, it's me." Janice's voice came in.
Vlad's heart stopped, then he smile. "Janice dear, I'm so glad you called. Look I'm sorry I threw you out sweetie."
"Yeah about that," Janice voice paused. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have yelled at you. That was dumb of me."
Vlad sighed. "It wasn't as bad as what I did. No parent should have kicked out their own child. So ask, would you please come home?"
Vlad could practically see Janice smile. "Really? I can come? Great! That's awesome."
Vlad chuckled. "Now tell me where you're at so I can pick you up."
"Oh," Janice voice came reluctantly. "I'm at a…friends place, but its alright I can walk and its close to Ultra Posh Palter Heights."
Vlad frowned. Who was this friend? Was it someone he knew? Were they a boy or a girl?
Before he could ask anything, the other line went dead.
