See? Now wasn't that fast? What can I say, I don't like to keep my fan's waiting!

Okay that's only half true.

So...

Chapter 2

I can't believe I'm actually going to meet them! The white haired boy thought.

He took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

Vlad's POV

Vlad was reading as the cook prepared his lunch. He took a sip of his red wine, as the doorbell rang.

Hm... wonder who that is.. He thought as he put the bookmark in his book. He walked up to the door and opened it.

Vlad was prepared to look forward, but looked down to see a very small boy, maybe about four feet 6 inches tall. He looked like he had been through hell and back.

"Uh... can I help you?" Vlad asked the boy.

"Um... uh...ah..." the boy stammered, " Hi um... do you recognize me by any chance?" the boy asked him, as he pulled up his pants.

"No, I can't say I do... why?"Vlad asked, while raising one eyebrow. He leaned against the door.

"Not at all?"

"No." Vlad replied. It was true, he had never seen the boy before, but there was something about him that seemed familiar... something Vlad couldn't put his finger on.

The boy handed him the picture he was looking at earlier and pulled his pants up again.

Vlad looked at it closely. It was a picture of him and Maddie. Vlad had to have been at least 25 in that picture, but he still had white hair, and slightly blushing while he was around Maddie. Vlad looked at the kid.

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

The boy still did not answer him just yet. He took off his backpack, opened it and handed Vlad another piece of paper.

Vlad took it and read it, with wide eyes.

It was a birth certificate.

It read:

Mac Masters, son of Vlad Masters and Maddie Fenton.

Born: December 6

me: blah blah blah, whatever else birth certificates say.

Vlad started to feel nervous, and his breathing race increased. He looked back and forth from the boy who was supposedly Mac, and to the piece of paper about 5 times.

"But... no I... Maddie would have... I... no way... I" Vlad gasped, and fainted.

About an hour later, he woke, laying on the floor of his living room. He rubbed his sore head.

"Whoa, what happened?" he said out loud.

"You passed out" said a voice.

There was a boy sitting on his couch. He was listening to a CD player. Vlad noticed the boy as the one who was at the door.

"How did you get in here?" Vlad asked him.

"The cook let me in," Mac said as he took off the headset and placed it on his neck, " after he read the paper I gave you, he made me a sandwich, and then told me to sit on the couch to wait for you to get up, so I did!"

The boy smiled his pearly whites at him.

Vlad brushed himself off and got up. He noticed the paper and picture on his wooden table. The fireplace was glaring an orange glow on them.

"Is this a joke?" Vlad asked a little angrily.

"Is what?" the boy asked.

"This. Are you really my son? Maddie's son?"

"Well, yeah. My name is Mac, I don't have a last name because I never met my dad, until now. I am a whopping 15 years old," the boy said, and smiled at him again.

Vlad shivered. He remembered that night 15 years ago when Maddie came over.

Vlad sat in his chair.

"And your mother didn't feel the need to tell me that I was a father?" he asked.

"Guess not," Mac replied, "then again, I don't think I would tell you either. You might have passed out again!" the boy laughed at this comment.

"Hmpf,"

Mac's stomach gurgled. "Hey I'm hungry. How about you?" Mac asked.

Vlad started to get up. "Yes, I suppose we could get the chef to whip us up a platter."

Mac raised an eyebrow at him. "Dude, I didn't get a word you just said."

He sighed. "Yeah, I'm hungry. Let's eat."

"Oh, well why didn't you just say so?" Mac got up off the couch.

They both laughed.

In the kitchen, Mac was making a mess with his cheeseburger.

"So," Mac asked with his mouthful, "obviously you are a Packers fan?"

"Yes, that I am" Vlad smirked at him.

Mac looked around like he was puzzled. "Figures," he said, still looking around, "by the way, where is mom? Doesn't she live with you?"

Vlad spit up his food all over the table. "WHAT!" he screamed.

Mac put his hands in front of him and shook them with a nervous look on his face, " Eh, sorry dude! I didn't try to offend you or anything. I just figured that you guys were married, that's all!" he laughed.

Yeah I wish, Vlad thought. " No we are not," Vlad said.

Mac's happy expresion faded away slowly.

"So... I was an... accident?" Mac asked looking down at his food.

There was a long pause.

"...yes," Vlad finally answered him.

After dinner, Vlad showed Mac to his new room.

"Wow! It's bigger than the room at the foster home!" Mac said.

This made Vlad twitch his eye. "Foster home?" he asked.

Mac looked over sadly at him and replied, "yeah, you wouldn't believe how bad those places are in Florida," Mac pulled up his pants.

"Florida!" Vlad asked, very surprised, "you mean to tell me that you walked here all the way from Florida!"

Mac looked at him sadly and said, "anything for the people I care about," He took off his shirt and showed his father the scars on his chest and back. "Anything. I got these from the night that... some people broke into the foster home... trying to save my best friend..."

"And then what?" Vlad asked.

Another long pause.

"I don't want to talk about it..." Mac said.

"That's okay. I'm not sure if I even want to know," Vlad smiled at him.

Mac smiled back.

"Well, goodnight then Mac," Vlad said.

"Yeah, g'night," replied Mac.

Vlad left the room, shutting the door.

How did he get those scars? He wondered. He figured that Mac would have to tell him eventually.

Vlad was feeling something he had never felt before. He was worried. Worried about someone that he cared about, and that was Mac. He still wasn't sure if Mac was really his son, but there was a part of Vlad that wanted to believe him. There was something about the boy that hit him hard, and he couldn't figure it out. But he knew something about Mac.

He looked exactly like Vlad when he was 15.

Back in Mac's room, Mac jumped in bed and covered himself up. He couldn't believe it. His Dad was finally here. After a time that seemed like forever, he was here. And Mac planned to keep it that way.

Mac looked at the scar on his arm. He grew tears in his eyes thinking about that night. The night at the foster home.

He stuffed his face in his pillow, and silently cried himself to sleep, remembering the night that killed his baby twin brother...