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Chapter 12: Death and Resurrection

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Vlad's funeral was a quiet occasion and held about three months after his death, his death being deemed a suicide by police though they couldn't explain the large dent the man had left in the side of the building he'd leapt from. For days, Danny struggled with the guilt of killing the man, knowing he could have caught him and threatened him or something. There was a better solution than murder. But Sam believed in him and believed he wasn't a murderer. It had been a one-time incident, something that had happened because Vlad had already torn them apart once before and had tried to again. She never blamed Danny for Vlad's death.

The funeral was closed off to the general public, but since Jack and Vlad had been old college friends, the Fenton's had attended. Sam sat beside Danny dressed in black and cradling baby Danny who was idly sucking on Sam's finger to entertain himself since he was being rather fussy in his tiny black suit. Danny had one arm around Sam's shoulders. Jack, Maddie, Jazz, Jazz's husband, and little girl sat nearby. Jack held Maddie's hand while Jazz leaned against her husband who had both arms wrapped around her while little Elanor sat with her little hands folded in her lap while glancing around her impatiently.

So many more of Vlad's old college mates showed up, some of them nodding encouragingly as the priest spoke over Vlad's coffin. The ceremony ended, and each person was allowed to walk past the coffin and set a flower or a note upon the coffin before it was lowered into the ground. Red and white roses and carnations decorated the top of the carnation as Danny and Sam finally walked up to the black box. The young man reached out and set a single black rose at the top of the pile. Then he slipped an arm around the waist of his wife, and the two of them walked away, their little baby fast asleep in his mother's arms.

Vlad's death allowed for life, a life for Danny, Sam, and baby Danny for in his will, while Danny had been brainwashed, he'd left everything to Daniel Jack Fenton, and he hadn't changed it before he'd been killed. Now, all that was left was what to do with the mansion and all the money Vlad had left them. Danny paused for a moment and turned back, gazing at the coffin that held his archenemy as if to make absolutely certain that he was finally gone. Sam reached out and took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers. Danny took a deep breath and smiled at her, turning away and heading back to their car.

Six feet under rested a black coffin. Inside the coffin lay a man dressed in a handsome black business suit with a red tie about his neck. His pale hands were folded onto his chest, limply grasping the stem of a white rose. His eyes were closed, and it almost seemed he was sleeping save that his chest was no longer moving. His eyes snapped open, a deep red color covering everything so not even his pupil was showing. His mouth moved into a slow smirk before he let out a low chuckle, crushing the rose in his grasp.