Wow, it's been a long time since I updated one of my stories. I've been really busy with this report I have to do. I have to write like, 10 freaking pages of stuff and memorize the whole thing. THEN, I have to present it in front of the class… yeah, sucks. Okay, anyway! Here's the next chappy for you! Enjoy!

READ THIS: I also messed up on one thing about the Death Note…. You only have to right the person's name in the Death Note once! There will be more rules of the death note coming in future chapters… but for now, it's secrets are unknown! MWHAHAHA! Not to mention, I have severe writers block.

Chapter 4:

The rays of sunlight reflected off of Danny's face. He slowly suppressed a yawn out of his mouth and stretched his arms over his head. Danny had been up all night fighting ghosts, but hey, at least it was Saturday, right? The raven haired boy scratched the back if his head and slowly walked downstairs.

"Good morning Danny boy!" greeted Jack as Danny slumped down the stairs.

"Hey Dad," Danny said without looking at him. He walked over to the stove where Maddie was making breakfast and stuck his nose on the table. "What are you making for breakfast?" He asked while yawning again.

"Your favorite!" She said with a smile, "Cinnamon eggs!"

"Great," Danny said with fake enthusiasm. Danny hated Cinnamon eggs, but he only ate them because his Dad 'invented' them. Which wasn't true at all, but it made his dad feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

"Could you get the mail Danny? I'm kind of busy,"

"Sure, whatever…"

Danny grabbed his winter coat and a pair of boots. He shuffled to the door and squinted his eyes once the light hit them. It was winter, why was it so sunny? Maybe some of the snow would melt. There was almost 3 feet of it outside. He would have to call Sam and Tucker later. He promised to go to the movies with them today.

Danny walked over to the mailbox and opened it. As he walked back to the house, he threw some of the letters on the ground. "Junk mail, junk mail, junk mail… hey, what's this?" He looked at the last letter he had in his hands. It was a green and gold envelope that was addressed to the Fenton family. Danny didn't even have to look at the return address. He already knew who it was, and he wasn't happy about it. He walked back inside with the letter and slowly walked over to his mother. "Mom," he whispered quiet enough so that Jack wouldn't hear him, "I think we got a letter from Vlad," Danny handed her the letter slowly so that it would catch Jack's attention.

"Okay," Maddie whispered, "Maybe if we are quiet enough, we can sneak upstairs and read it by ourselves-"

"Did we get mail?" Jack jumped up from his chair and eagerly grabbed the letter out of Maddie's hands. "It's from Vladdy!" he said excitedly.

"Oh really? I didn't know!" Maddie lied. "I guess we are lucky that you saw us, I thought that it was junk mail! I was going to throw it out!"

Danny and Maddie both looked uneasy. But of course, Jack is Jack, so he didn't notice.

Jack quickly read the letter out loud, just as Jazz came down the stairs.

"YAY!" Jack said, jumping up and down blissfully, "We're going to Wisconsin to see Vladdy! I miss my best buddy so much! I can't wait to see him!" Jack squeezed the letter and then ran upstairs to pack like a 2-year-old who was just promised a trip to Disney world.

Jazz looked uncertain. "Did he just say we're going to Vlad's?"

Maddie sighed. "I guess we are. He sent us a letter that he wants us to go to his mansion for the holidays. He wants us to get together so it can be 'just like old times'. But even though I'm not keen on going, since your father is already excited about this, I think we should go to Vlad's." She emphasized the word 'Vlad'. She hated saying his name. Since the accident in Colorado, Maddie had always seen him as a desperate scumbag.

"But MOM!" Danny and Jazz wined.

"No buts. Go pack your things, and let's get going. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can come back home."

Vlad was lounging in his mansion, feet up on the table and still in his Packers pajamas. Ryuk had given him some new rules to the Deathnote. One was that when you wrote a person's name down in the Deathnote, within the next 6 minutes and 40 seconds, details of the death could be written. For example, lets say a person that Vlad wanted to kill was, oh, Jack Fenton. After he wrote the name Jack Fenton, he could write exactly how he wanted him to die. And at what time. But the details had to be logical. Vlad couldn't write that Jack would be eaten by a Unicorn or that a pack of wild bears broke into his house through the window and ripped him apart with kitchen knives.

Another rule that Vlad had learned that whoever had touched the Deathnote could see Ryuk just as well as him. Also, even a little scrap of a piece of paper was just as powerful as the normal Deathnote notebook. Vlad could just rip off a little piece of paper from a page, and he would still be able to write peoples names and kill them, just like in the notebook.

Ryuk told Vlad earlier in the day that there were more rules to the Deathnote, but couldn't tell him until later.

Vlad got up off of his chair and yawned. He looked out the glass window of his mansion and watched the snow slowly drift to the ground. Every snowflake looked different, fell differently. Just like each one of his victims so far. Traffic accidents. Heart attacks. Vlad tried not to think about it. He didn't necessarily enjoy killing people. It just happened.

The phone rang. This startled Vlad from his thoughts. His phone never rang. He walked over to it and picked it up off of the table. "Vlad speaking." He said.

"Vlad?" The voice on the other end said, "It's Maddie."

"Maddie?" Vlad said with a hint of surprise in his voice. Why was Maddie calling him? Oh right. The Invitation. "Well, well. What can I do for you?"

"We got your letter. We'd love to come to your mansion for Christmas!" Maddie lied. She was trying to make herself sound convincing.

"Really? That's great! I can't wait for you to come."

"I know you can't."

"Well, I can't wait for YOU to come."

"Vlad, stop it."

"Okay, okay. Are you leaving now?"

"We were going to."

"In a car?"

"Yes."

"That will take too long. I'll send you a private jet." Vlad clicked a button on the phone, and a private jet was sent to the location of where the phone number was coming from right away.

"What? You don't have to do that."

"I know I don't, but I'm going to anyway. It's already on its way."

"That's very nice of you. We'll be packed."

"Take your time. I'll see you tonight then."

"With Jack and the kids."

"Yes. Yes of course."

"Okay then. Goodbye, Vlad"

"Goodbye."

Click.

Vlad smiled. Everything was going perfect. Just as he planned.

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