Chapter 2: Vlad's return

When I woke up in the morning, my back was sore from lying on the couch all night. I sat up and looked around the dim room, I had woken up early, that was for sure. The whole house was silent, and only the creaking of my steps headed to the kitchen could be heard. I held my back for a second, and bent backwards, and heard it crack, but that didn't make it feel any better, just more stiff than it was before. I opened up the fridge, and looked things over, but decided I wasn't hungry all along. I sighed, and looked at the clock… only 8:30? People should be up soon, I was guessing.

I went back to the living room, and lay back down on the chair, and grabbed my headphones, I loved passing the time by listening to music.

I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, the CD had ended, and it was 10:30. Everyone was up then, Jazz was waiting for me to wake up, because the second I did, she ran over to me.

"Your finally awake? Fall asleep with your headphones on?" She asked me, removing them from my head for me. I shook my head for a second, and sat up, then stretched.

"Yea, I fell asleep but I was awake before any of you were, so I wouldn't be talking."

"For a couple of minutes? We've all been up since ninish!"

"Stop your whining," I said, shoving her out of the way (playfully of course) and walking out into the kitchen but I still wasn't in the least bit hungry.

"Hey Danny!" My mom yelled at me, while she was getting ready to make some sort of breakfast, which was going to make me hungry. She made the best French toast ever and just the smell of it would for surely give me an appetite.

"Hey," I greeted her, and turned around, on my way upstairs. I took slow steps since I was still not all the way up yet, but made it up there sooner or later.

"Hey daddy," I heard Amy say, and I turned around, to see her wiping her sleepy eyes, and she walked up to me.

"Hey." I wasn't exactly the BEST dad in the world, I talked to her like I would talk to anyone else, not like as though she was my kid or something, and I didn't do it in that sweet voice most parents talked to their children in, I did it as though I could care less. But everyone knew I loved her despite the fact that she was a lot of work for someone that had school and a social life to deal with as well. But over the years, my social life went to talking to just Sam and Tucker and of course my family.

"I'm hungry, and this morning I'm going to try and show you!" She challenged me, since I tried last night to pretend as though she was nuts over her intangibility. I didn't want to tell her, not yet and plus I wasn't sure how to handle it. All I had to hope was that Tiffany didn't get it.

"No, your not going to." I told her, and she just kept staring at me, as if expecting something.

"What?" I asked her, and she walked up to me.

"I want something to eat."

"If you wait a little, you'll get something, be patient."

"I'm thirsty too…"

I sighed, and ignored what I was going to do, which by this time I had forgotten anyway. I picked her up, which Sam hated me doing, because she thinks it's spoiling them too much, and headed back down the stairs.

"What do you want?" I asked her after the fridge was open.

"Pop."

"No, you can't have pop for breakfast," I sighed, did she always have to make an issue out of everything?

"I'm not thirsty then."

Grr… what a brat.

"Well, then your out of luck, cuz I'm not gonna get you anything else," I told her, and set her down on the ground. She made me mad all the time but I didn't get angry with her, I kept it all in with no problem.

"I want orange juice," she said, realizing that she wasn't getting the pop. She was still thirsty, she just figured if she didn't drink anything I would allow the dumb pop.

"All right," I said, and poured some into a glass for her, and she grabbed it from me and walked Un-easily to the table with it.

"I'll try to show you daddy," she said, and I walked up to her.

"Be quiet about it, all right?"

"Why?"

"Because, you don't want people to think your nuts," I lied to her, and she gave me an odd look.

"You don't believe me?"

"I dunno."

"I'll be right back," I told her, and walked up to the door. I grabbed my keys off of the counter and started to head out the door.

"Where are you going?" My mom asked me, and I turned around slowly, as though I had been caught from doing something I wasn't supposed to do.

"Going to get Sam, I'll be back in a couple of minutes," I told her.

"All right," She sighed, as though she didn't want me too, but I just ignored it, and walked out the door. My car, which I loved almost as much as Sam's, was a Corvette, and older one, but I had it touched up in a couple of days, and now it's blue paint was shining, and it looked brand new.

I hopped in, and in a couple of minutes with a few turns down the road, I was outside of Sam's house.

I got out, and knocked on the door. Sam was the one that answered it too.

"Hey," she said, and I walked it hurriedly, I wanted to talk about Amy here, instead of at home.

"I need to talk to you," I told her, and drug her up the stairs to her room, away from where people would be hearing us.

"What's going on?" She asked me as I shut her door.

"I need to talk about Amy… and I don't want other people to hear us."

"My parents aren't home right now…"

"Oh well…" I said, feeling stupid for making such a big deal over it, but it was something important.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked me, a little more worried now than she was before when I had first arrived here.

"Well… I think she got ghost powers…"

"What makes you think that?"

"She said that yesterday her hand went through the table, and she asked me what was wrong. I told her she was just imagining."

"Well… I guess it's not a BAD thing…"

"I don't want her to have them though! You know how much crap I had to do all throughout high school, imagine her having it her whole life!"

"Well, we could always take it out of her… but I think she should keep them. It keeps her unique," Sam smiled, but all I could do was think if it was a good thing, or a bad thing. Of course, I had my fun times with it, but I was also a looser my whole life, and I had no social life and really bad grades.

"Yea… but in yet, I don't want it to ruin her life…"
"Danny, you had a good life, don't worry about it."

"If you say so."

"You need to just relax, school is over with, your free for a little while just enjoy yourself for a couple of days," She told me and pulled me into a kiss. But it was broken by a cry in the room next to us.

Sam and I both ran over to the room next to us, and were… surprised? Or… maybe a little depressed and scared to see Vlad standing there in Tiffany's room, holding onto her.

"Mommy," She cried, and he just held the struggling child as though it were no problem to him that she was desperate and scared.

"Put her down," I ordered him, and he just smirked.

"Is this what came from you?" He asked, looking at her disgusted, as though she wasn't good enough.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you've grown a lot over the past four years that I haven't even bothered to see you. And then when I came to find out you had two children, I began to wonder. But… she doesn't seem half as good as you are," he said, as though trying to put a 4-year-old up against an 18-year-old, and expect us to be even.

"How did you find out?" I asked him, and changed over into Danny Phantom, just in case I needed to be ready.

"How did I find out? Well… TV of course. You were all over the news."

"But… you would have known then, why now?"

"Because, I didn't know about it till I got a package with some videos in it from Valerie."

So that was her way of getting revenge? How did she ever possibly send him videos from there though?

"You are a smart child Danny, and I would hate to get thrown in jail like Valerie, so I will hand this thing over," he said, and set her on the ground. She ran over to Sam and Sam picked her up quickly.

"But I would like to know, where is the other one?"
"No of your business…"

"Oh, no matter, I will be over for your graduation party, since Jack is such a nice person to invite me."

I clenched my fists, and changed back over to a human. Why did he have to ruin my starting to get perfect life? I was just getting over other things, and then he had to start up something else for me to worry about.

"Can you just leave me alone? Bug my dad, fine, but don't get me involved with your dumb-ass conflicts," I said angrily, I didn't want him harming Sam, Amy or Tiffany. He was just as bad, if not worse than Valerie, because with that accident, I think he lost part of his brain.

"Oh, now you've got an even worse attitude?"

"No, I'm just tired of you bugging me."

"Well, I had better head on over to your house, your party starts in 10 minutes."

I watched him leave, and slumped down. If it wasn't one thing, it was the other.

"Well, we need to get over there too then," I sighed, and Sam followed me out the door, and down the stairs, and then to my car.

"You know Danny, maybe if you would just ignore him, he would leave you alone. Act as though you don't care what he does. I think that maybe all he is trying to do, is make you mad."

"Probably, but I can't help it."

"Well, just try."

I smiled at her, and started up the car. Once I reached my house, there was a few more cars outside of it, one being Tucker's, everyone was probably wondering what happened to me.

We all hopped out of the car, and walked into the house, everyone was standing there staring at us as we walked through the door.

"Where were you?" My mom asked me, and gave Sam an odd look, as though she had done something.

"At Sam's house, where I told you I would be."

"Why did it take you so long?"

"I dunno, cuz it did."

"Well, almost everyone is here now."

I looked around, and there was a lot of people crammed into our house, a majority of them being Jazz's friends, and my relatives. Also Vlad being one of them… I wished he would just die…

"And you know, you could have worn something a little better than that," my mom told me, pointing at my jeans, and I just sighed. She hated me going Goth, but hey, it made me look better than the other lammo stuff I used to wear.

"I've been wearing it for a while," I said, and walked away from the scene she was creating, and Sam followed close behind. Vlad was already looking around trying to find Amy, where was she anyway?

I started to walk up the stairs, totally ignoring the fact that everyone was there for me, and headed down to her room/Jazz's room. She was sitting there, brushing her hair, or in other words ripping her hair out of her head because she still didn't have that down at all.

"Need help?" I asked her, and she shook her head.

"No."

"She needs it cut," Sam said, walking into the room with Tiffany holding onto her hand tightly.

"I don't want it cut," She said, and turned away from us so she didn't have to look at us.

"What's your problem?" Sam asked her, and walked up behind her.

"Nothing."

Sam took the brush out of her hands, regardless of how much Amy disliked us doing things for her, and started to run it through her hair.

"I could have done it," She whined, and crossed her arms. Sam just smiled about it, she wasn't going to argue, and could care less about what Amy thought of it, I on the other hand would have just let her get her way…

"Ok, now let's get back downstairs," Sam said, after Amy had silky, straight hair. I turned around, and lead them all back down the stairs reluctantly. I didn't want Vlad to know about Amy, but he was going to find out somehow anyway so I just decided to get it all done and over with. Besides, with all these people around, it wasn't as though he could do anything. But he did notice when we all reached the bottom of the stairs and all he could do was stare at her though. The only thing I didn't want him finding out about, were her ghost powers, which was yet another reason why I didn't want her to have them, he would be there.

"Hey Danny, I have good news," Tucker said, walking up to me, and I turned my attention from Vlad over to him.

"What's that?"
"In about… 3 years I SHOULD be in California, if I get the job I am planning on, and I am a good worker, and don't spend any money at all, except for about a hundred for grocery's a month. So I will have to get a bike to travel, and not us anything in the house, just a bed to sleep in, and food to eat."

"I highly doubt that is gonna happen Tucker. Only a hundred a month to spend? I doubt it."

"I think I can do it. I will just hang out in the park with people my whole life other than my job. OR so I can have something to do all the time, I could have two jobs! What a great idea!"

I sighed, and just shook my head slowly, and then Sam came in and said my thoughts for me.

"You aren't working like that Tucker. As soon as your allowed to go out an do whatever you want, you will be spending a LOT of money."

"Well… I have a plan, and I am going to TRY and stick to it."

"Key word, try," I said, and both Sam and I laughed at him. It was hopeless to try and change his mind, but if he was going to work two jobs, and stick to his plan good for him. But I just knew Tucker well enough to know he wouldn't work that much, he just wasn't the type of person. And he couldn't go a day without TV, or the computer.

"Daniel, is this the other one?" Vlad asked and made me jump out of my enjoyment. I turned and glared at him, but didn't want to say anything.

"Yes."

"Well, she looks a little more better…" He said, examining her, and I didn't like it in one little way. How could someone be THAT creepy?

"What do you mean by that? They are twins, they look pretty much the same!"
"Well, when you were upstairs with her, she was more of a fighter," he said, and smirked at me. He had been spying on us. grr…

"Go away," I told him, and he just smiled at me, and walked away. It was a creepy smile, one you wouldn't want to get from someone and one that would stick in your nightmares for years to come. No matter how hard you tried to shove it out of your mind, it was there.

"I hate him," I said amongst the three of us, and we all lost our happiness for the day. That look he gave, was one that he had a plan.

For pretty much the rest of the party, there were a few games and of course dinner and all the other junk you have at a normal party. And all my relatives that I hadn't seen in a long time never said a word to me, or at least the majority didn't. All they did was gave Sam a dirty look, and then an odd look towards Amy and Tiffany. They were disgusted with me was there problem, and I could care less, I hated family anyway. It was hard to believe I was even related to them, it was an embarrassment!

But all I could wait for was the next Day, when I got to go find my new house, although, someone was going to be coming along, even though we didn't know it…

Okies, lame chapter, I know, but you have to go through lame ones to get to good ones sometimes! Please review, and I PROMISE the next one will be LOTS better!