Chapter Two

Jazz hung up the phone then sat down on the bed. She ran her fingers through her curly hair…wait. Curly hair? She looked around for a mirror, but didn't find one. What she did find was a bathroom.

Jazz flicked on the light, looked in the mirror and gasped. She looked like her mother in her college days. Her hair had been dyed a richer shade of auburn, her hair permed into poofy curls. Jazz narrowed her eyes at the mirror, and she was wearing violet blue contact lenses.

"I knew it!" Jazz said into the mirror as she took out the contact lenses and looked into her turquoise blue eyes with relief. She pulled back her hair and sighed. "Vlad is sick! Sick sick sick!" She shuddered then froze as she heard the bedroom door open.

"My darling," Vlad called. "I've brought you some refreshment."

"I'll be there in a second," Jazz called as she poofed her hair back up and blinked her eyes. She looked at the contact lenses. She had no way of getting them back in. She didn't even know how!

She looked in the mirror a moment then walked back into the bedroom. Vlad frowned at her. "You took out your contact lenses," he said stiffly. "Why?"

"My eyes were bothering me," Jazz said softly, not looking up at Vlad. She could barely stand to make eye contact with him in the first place. Vlad walked toward her and lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.

"You'll never get used to them my darling, unless you keep wearing them," He said softly, his expression was one of dismay.

Tears glittered in Jazz's eyes. "I'm sorry." She wasn't sorry. She was glad. She wished she could scratch his eyes out…right now.

Vlad shook his head. "It's not your fault my darling girl," he said gently as he stroked her cheek. Jazz did her best not to pull away from him in revulsion. Her vision caught sight of the vial of pink liquid still sitting on the end table. She was afraid Vlad would make her drink it. She had to get rid of it.

"I was going to take a shower," She said quickly. "I thought it might make me feel better to…" She felt dizzy again and braced herself against Vlad too keep her knees from buckling at the weight of the situation she now found herself in. Her vision became fuzzy and darkness edged around the corner of her site. Before she realized what was happening, she had gone limp in Vlad's arms, this time for real.

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Jazz floated in and out of consciousness. At times she was aware of Vlad sitting beside her, speaking to her in a soft soothing voice, words she couldn't comprehend, they seemed kind, but she couldn't understand.

The blue skinned ghost came back to examine Jazz. He was able to pull her into alertness enough for her to remark that he had lovely blue skin. The man cursed at Vlad and told him he must stop using the drug and declared that Jazz was too strong willed for it to work as Vlad wanted. The potion would surely cause her death.

"How else am I going to keep her here?" Vlad asked dourly.

"You seem to care about the girl," The blue man answered. "Make her love you for real, instead of using my potions. I don't know why you'd want the illusion in the first place."

Vlad shook his head. "This girl hates me and all I stand for. Her family hates me, and all with good cause. As much as I have grown to care for her over the past few months, altering my original plans, she would never accept me without your assistance."

"And maybe you wouldn't care about her so much without the potion either," The blue man asked. "After all, once they fully wear off, she's not going to be so..um..pliable."

"I know," Vlad said dryly.

The blue man paused then sighed, "You should let her go. Why would you want to keep her against her will?"

"Because she's mine," Vlad answered in a determined tone. "I've lost enough. I lost her mother. I found her. I'm not losing her. I'm not letting her go."

"Well," The blue man said as he started from the room. "Give her anymore of my potions and you will, and she'll be mine. I guarantee you won't get her back." With that he was gone.

Vlad sat down on the end of the bed next to Jazz who had begun to drift back into the blessed world of unconsciousness. "I will have you back Jasmine," he said softly. "Not even in your dreams will you be able to escape me. You're mine."

The part of Jazz who was still Jazz wanted to yell and scream that there was no way she'd ever belong to him. The other part of her, the part that had been his loving wife for the past six months, even if it was through the use of some strange ghostly potion, was moved allowing tears to spill from her closed eyes. Vlad wiped the tears from her face then placed his head on her chest and began to plot. He had to find a way to keep her with him.

Jazz would have sat up and pushed him away from her if she could have. The effects of the potion were wearing off fast, the parts of her heart which were moved with emotion toward Vlad were quickly being replaced with her previous feelings of loathing.

She wanted to scream at him, and tell him she had never belonged to him and never would. She wished she knew how she came to be in this situation. How did she become of all things, the wife of Vlad Masters? How was she going to escape from the demented psychopath, who had deluded himself into believing he was in love with her? Jazz tried to fight the velvety call of slumber as it pulled her down into it's depths, but she was weak. Sleep claimed her and she dreamed the answer to all her questions. He was right, even in the sweet haven of sleep, could she escape the images of Vlad.

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Jazz was exhausted as she rested between classes at Wisconsin University, her parent's alma mater. She sat on a bench and opened one of her text books and began to read. Out of her bag she retrieved an apple, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a thermos full of milk. Nutrition was important when taking tests, she felt.

She had just taken a bite of the sandwich when a shadow fell over her. She looked up and blinked as the figure was obscured by the brightness of the sun contrasting with shadow obscured the man's identity. Jazz shielded her eyes for a moment so she could see who was standing above her.

"Hello Jasmine," replied a smooth voice. A fission of fear raced through Jazz as she gripped her sandwich.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself. "Hello Uncle Vlad," she said cheerfully. She looked back down at her book hoping that this nightmare figure standing above her would leave. She mentally checked her pocket for her cell phone in case she needed to call Danny.

"May I sit with you?" Vlad asked.

"I-I suppose so," Jazz answered. She could hardly imagine that Vlad, standing there in his immaculate dark suit, would want to sit in the grass. She was hoping he'd leave, instead he sat beside her.

"How are you liking your classes?" He asked as if it were normal for Danny's arch nemesis to show up out of the blue and strike up idle conversation.

Jazz put down her sandwich, her appetite had fled completely. "I love college," she said. "It is a wonderful life experience." She looked down at her text book.

"Yes," Vlad agreed. "College is a wonderful experience. College changed my life completely. College is where I met the love of my life." He sighed and Jazz cast him a sideways glance. She knew who Vlad considered to be the love of his life and she knew of the accident which had altered his life, giving him ghostly abilities like her brother.

"Well," Jazz said as she shut her book and began repacking her lunch. "I hate to be rude Uncle Vlad. It's really nice seeing you but…"

"You can cut the faux politeness Jasmine," Vlad said almost angrily. "I know sitting and having a conversation with Evil Old Vlad is the last thing you'd want to spend your afternoon doing."

"You are right," Jazz told him as she shoved her books in her backpack. "If you will excuse me."

Vlad closed his eyes. "Please," he implored. "Please just sit a little longer. Talk with me. I traveled here expressly to see you."

Jazz looked at Vlad and frowned at sadness of his expression. She sighed heavily and put her backpack aside and looked at him. "Why?" she asked.

Vlad smiled. "You take after your mother a great deal Jasmine," he remarked. "If not for the difference in hair and eye color, I'd think it would be hard to tell the two of you apart."

"But I'm not my mother," Jazz said as a creepy feeling began to work it's way up her neck.

Vlad laughed. "But you have her spirit my dear. You have her wit and her intelligence."

"Because I'm her daughter," Jazz pointed out. She frowned at the look Vlad was giving her. "You are old enough that I could be your daughter."

"True, True," Vlad agreed as he nodded his head. "But if your mother had chosen correctly and married me instead of your idiot father, she would have had no children. I know I could not have stood for her attention to be anywhere but upon myself."

"Because you're selfish," Jazz said angrily.

Vlad laughed. "Your impertinence is charming Jasmine!"

Jazz sighed as she looked at her watch. "All right Vlad. Cut to the chase. What are you here for?"

"I am lonely Jasmine," Vlad told her. "I am in want of someone to share my life with. I thought perhaps I could have a son, Daniel with his ghost powers was the perfect choice. Not only is he my Maddie's son but he has ghost powers, like me." Vlad frowned. "Unfortunately your brother is extremely stubborn and nothing I could do would induce him to join me."

"Because he's a good person," Jazz said. "He has a good heart."

"Yes," Vlad said his eyes glittering as he watched Jazz. "You're right. So that brings me to you."

Jazz shook her head in confusion for a moment. "You want me to be your daughter?" she asked in shock. "To adopt me? Why? I'm twenty years old, I'm not a child any more."

"I am not asking to be your father," Vlad said. His voice took on an ominously dangerous tone. "I do not need a daughter."

Jazz wanted to get up and run, but she didn't want Vlad to know how frightened she actually was. "Then what do you want?" she asked impatiently.

"I want you to become my wife," Vlad answered.

Jazz opened her mouth in shock. "You what?" she asked as she regarded Vlad with wide fear filled eyes.

"My wife," Vlad repeated calmly. "I am asking you to marry me Jasmine."

"You're insane!" Jazz shrieked. "Never. I'd never marry you Vlad. You are far, far too old for me! Why don't you just get a cat?"

"You seem to think that you have a choice in the matter," Vlad said smoothly a slight smile growing on his face.

"Of course I have a choice in the matter," Jazz growled as she reached into her pocket for her cell phone, intent on calling Danny and having him deal with the psychopath sitting beside her.

Vlad deftly reached out and relieved Jazz of the phone in her hand. "As I said Jasmine. You have little choice in the matter. His eyes glittered red and Jazz stood. She grabbed her things and started running, and that was the last conscious memory she had until she found herself sitting beside Vlad at the breakfast table six months later.

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Jazz opened her eyes and found herself alone in the room. Each time she surfaced from sleep before, Vlad was standing or sitting beside her, which sent her back into unconsciousness in the only means of escape she could manage.

She sat up then gasped as she came face to face with a pair of glowing green eyes. She had to put her hand over he mouth to stifle a scream as she slowly recognized her brother sitting at the end of the bed.

"Danny?" She asked in bewilderment.

"Shhhh." He said as he put his finger to his lips. Jazz nodded her head as she watched him stand and walk to the door. He walked back to the bed and sat down beside her.

"Did you come to rescue me?" Jazz asked urgently.

"No," he replied. "I'm not really here. You're not really awake. I'm just here to protect you from the part of this ordeal you can't face."

"Oh," Jazz said in disappointment. Danny put out his hand and Jazz took it. He pulled her from the bed.

"Let's go see," he told her and they flew away. Jazz looked back and saw that she was still laying on her bed. She wondered if Danny would ever really come to rescue her, or if she was stuck with Vlad forever.

Danny squeezed her hand and Jazz's attention was directed to the people talking below her as they floated in what looked like a large dinning room. Vlad and herself.

"I'm not feeling right." Jazz said as she placed her hand to her head.

"Drink this," Vlad said as he offered her a vial of glowing pink liquid. "It will make everything better." Jazz took the vial from Vlad's hand.

Jazz, watching the scene from her vantage point above wanted to yell out for her counterpart to spit it out, but realized it would do no good. She couldn't stop what was about to happen.

"Soon," Vlad said as he took the now empty vial from Jazz and placed it on the table. "We will go to your parents and tell them the news."

"The news?" Jazz asked in bewilderment. Vlad smiled as he took Jazz's hand and placed a large glittering diamond on her finger.

"You love me Jasmine," Vlad told her. "I am the center of your life. You are going to be my wife. Nothing can change your mind. Anyone who doesn't accept your decision is your enemy."

"I love you," Jazz said then smiled sweetly at Vlad. "We will be together forever."

"Yes," Vlad said as he smiled and placed his hand on Jazz's shoulder. Jazz tilted her face up toward him and closed her eyes awaiting a kiss from her fiancé.

Jazz, floating freely above the romantic scene, cried out in distress and turned her head. Danny, or the part of her psyche which took on the form of Danny, took her hand and whispered for her not to be afraid, that she was safe.

Jazz opened her eyes again and was presented with a new scene. She was sitting in her parent's kitchen. Vlad was standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders. Her mother was frozen with a stunned expression on her face. Her father was standing a look of complete horror written on his strong features.

"You must be kidding," Maddie finally said as she reached forward and took her daughter's hand and squeezed. "This is a joke. Tell me this is a joke Jazz."

"I-I" Jazz faltered then was interrupted by Vlad.

"I can assure you Maddie," Vlad began. "We are quite serious, and quite desperately in love with each other. Isn't that right my little butternut?"

"Yes," Jazz said as she met her mother's gaze.

"I'll kill him!" Jack yelled as he moved toward Vlad.

"Daddy no!" Jazz screamed as she jumped between her father and Vlad. "Don't hurt him. Please."

"This is crazy Jazz," Maddie said as she tried to wrest her daughter away from Vlad. Jazz refused to go with her. "He's too old for you. He's a creep!"

"He's not a creep!" Jazz gasped as she stepped closer to Vlad and put her arm around his waist. "He's my fiancé. Why can't you accept my choice? You don't even know him! He's kind and gentle, loving and sweet."

"I'll kill him," Jack growled again as his eyes met Vlad's pleased gaze.

"Either you accept him and my decision," Jazz said angrily. "Or I-I'll never see you again." Jack looked uncertain a moment then looked at his wife, whose eyes were filling with tears.

"Jazz," Maddie said softly. "Please. You're obviously not thinking clearly. Come with me into the living room. Talk with me."

"Anything you have to say to me can be said with Vlad in the room," Jazz told her mother angrily. "You're just trying to separate me from him. I'm not going to fall for your tricks."

It was at that moment that Danny and his two friends walked through the door. "Vlad!" Danny said in shock.

Vlad's pleased grin grew larger. "Hello Daniel. You seemed to arrived just in time to learn the joyous news." Danny looked at the distressed expression his parents wore.

"It doesn't look joyous to me," Danny replied.

"Vlad," Jazz said softly. "Let me talk to Danny. Please." Vlad seemed to consider the request for a moment then he nodded his head and let Jazz walk toward her brother.

"Come on," Jazz said as she took Danny's hand and walked her bewildered brother into the living room. Tucker and Sam were left standing looking at Maddie, Jack and Vlad.

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"What's going on?" Danny asked as he turned on his sister who sat on the couch and regarded him calmly.

"I'm getting married," Jazz told him happily.

Danny gave her a look of confusion. "To who?" he asked. "I didn't know you were dating anyone."

"I've fallen desperately in love Danny," Jazz told him happily. "Mom and Dad are being ridiculous. They won't support my decision. I know you will. You won't turn your back on me Danny."

Danny looked at his sister a moment then up at the kitchen door where he could see Sam and Tucker peering out at worriedly.

"I want you to be there when I get married," Jazz said quickly. "Next week. I was hoping Dad would give me away, but he's turned his back on me Danny. I need you to give me away."

"What?" Danny said as he shook his head. "What are you talking about Jazz? What's going on?"

"I've fallen in love with Vlad," Jazz said softly. "We're getting married next week and…"

Danny jumped away from his sister as if she'd suddenly caught fire. "What!" He yelled then paused as Jazz looked up at him with wide tear filled eyes.


"I know it's strange," Jazz started then frowned as Danny phased his hand through her. "I'm not being over shadowed Danny. This is me. This is my decision. I hope you can understand."

"Jazz," Danny whispered as he sat beside her again. "This is Vlad we're talking about."

"I know," Jazz said.


"Vlad!" Danny exclaimed, the tone of his voice said it all.

"You don't know him Danny. Not like I know him he's…"


"What did he do to you?" Danny interrupted. "Tell me and we'll find away out of this. I'll rescue you. Kill him with my own hands if I have to Jazz. What has he done to you? What is he threatening you with?"

Jazz pushed at her brother. "Nothing!" she yelled as she stood. "He's threatened me with nothing. Vlad isn't like that. You don't understand!"

"I know Vlad," Danny replied. "I know his evil tricks. I know how evil he is. Jazz you can't be serious about this."

"If your not with me Danny," Jazz said angrily. "Then you're against me. I hoped that you of all people would understand and trust me. Vlad has changed. I've changed him. He loves me. I love him!"

"That's disgusting!" Danny hissed. "That is the most disturbing, sickest thing I've ever heard in my life!"

"You're such a jerk!" Jazz yelled. "I hate you Danny. Mom. Dad. You. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

"Because you're standing there telling me that you intend on marrying Vlad! He tried to kill Dad. He's in love with Mom Jazz. Mom not you! He's tried to kill me several times. He even threatened to kill you once."

Jazz shook her head as she wiped the tears from her face. "You don't get it do you Daniel," she said coldly. "He loves me now! We are going to be happy together, whether you like it or not. You're either with me or against me."

"You've lost your mind!" Danny yelled.

"Vlad!" Jazz called in distress. He was at her side in an instant, glowering at Danny.

"I'm here my love," he said comfortingly to Jazz. Jack and Maddie followed from the kitchen and were standing speechless as they watched the scene before them.

"I want to go," Jazz sobbed. "Take me away from here. I never want to see these people again. I don't know who they are." Vlad said nothing more as he took Jazz's hand and lead her out of the house, into his car and with that, they were gone.

Jazz looked at Danny with tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry," she said to her brother. Even though she knew the ghost floating beside her was part of her own psyche.

"There's more Jazz," Danny said. "Do you want to see it?"

Jazz thought for a moment then nodded her head. It would be better to know then imagine the horrors she faced as Vlad's wife.

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There weren't too many changes to this chapter. If you liked this story before, don't be afraid to like it again, I won't delete it twice and I will finish it, I'm just requiring some help from a friend. I apologize for deleting it before.

Don't be afraid to review as well, I know it's asking a lot seeing as I deleted this, but things have been pretty rough on my side of the keyboard, if you knew you'd understand. Thank you for reading this story and giving it another chance.

This is dedicated to Everyone's Favorite Rebel Scum, the savior of this story.