A/n: so, hey you guys welcome back to the adventures of Danny phantom it's been enjoyable writing this story. So, in this chapter, I'll introduce Vlad and his son my O.C. Joe and crystal Winchester

Also, I know that I'm going get this question so I'll answer I'll now Vlad doesn't have ghost powers... Yet... We will learn about the origins of crystal later.

So, let's get this party started

Chapter 2: Mysteries in Vlad Co.

"The best secrets are the most twisted"
― Sara Shepard, Twisted

Over looker's pov

After a few minutes of flying Danny discreetly landed in the parking lot of Vlad co., ducking behind a car the boy changed to his human form as he fished his press pass out of his suit pocket, walking quickly to the area where a platform stood and there on it stood Vlad and his son Joseph Masters, various Vlad co. Employees, along with several bulky bodyguards. Littered on the ground was a crowd and several reporters and T.V. news station anchors. They were all looking up at the stage, amused by the people on it. Everyone always seemed amused by the wealthy and elite Vlad was the third richest man in the world, and everyone in the world seemed amused by him, especially.

Danny's ice blue eyes caught the sight before him; he had been in and out of all types of different places around the world, but to him, there was really no place like New York on planet earth. He briefly wondered if there was a place similar to it where he was from. He shook his head, then was not the time to be thinking of such things. He was at work, after all.

'Well, here goes nothing' Danny thought this was his first job at N.Y.T. it was serious, he felt nervous. Walking quicker, Danny soon found himself lost in the crowd, listening to the tail end of Vlad's speech, preparing himself for reporter rush hour when all the reporters would be bombarding each other to get a statement from Vlad or at best Joe.

"...Today marks a day of a new era, no longer can ghost run rapid, no longer can they do what they want with this new funding, the united states of America will triumph against the monsters of the ghost zone." The man said fooling most into believing his every word, but Danny, he had looked pure evil in the face time and again and wasn't as easily led. There was something off about Vlad, dangerously so and Danny was sure of it. He frowned inwardly, taking a short mental note that he would have to expose the truth about him. His gut about these things was never wrong Vlad was very dangerous indeed.

"How the hell did you get here so fast?" Came Sam's voice as the girl made her way through the crowd, approaching the boy. "All is fair in love and journalism." The boy said as his signature grin broke out on his face. The smile turned into a smirk as he saw her still baffled look. She had decided to let it go, especially after how she had just left him behind at the office.

"So you got a plan on how we're gonna get to talk to Masters'" the boy said, raising an eyebrow. He had known a little about the masters beforehand due to his various travels, and from what he had heard, they were pretty private people." There's still a we" the girl said shocked the stunt she pulled in the elevator was a stunt to push him away, it was easier not to get close she knew that but yet it didn't work, and she didn't see herself trying again. If he could forgive her after ditching him to steal the story for herself, then perhaps he was someone she wouldn't mind letting in…or at least working with.

Danny smiled a reassuring smile. "Yeah, um were partners, and I know you're complicated and difficult, and that's okay, so am I, but we're partners," the boy said a hardened look on his face as he blushed hard, at seeing the girl also blushed. He ran his right hand through his messy black hair. "I um..." The girl said, trailing off, not knowing what to say.

Shaking her head, the girl soon got her wits about her. Still, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but think how cute he was, stumbling over his words like a fool. She couldn't let herself go there. She had to focus. She had worked her ass off to become one of the top reporters in the world male or female, and she wasn't about to let some dark-haired, blue-eyed, tall... distraction, distract her from the only thing she really had; her career.

Sam Manson stopped doing relationships and emotions and other such trivialities long ago, and there was no reason to start back now.

"When the speech is over, we go find Joe, he owes me a favor." The girl said just as the speech finished, and the girl grabbed Danny's hand and pulled him along.

Buzzing through the crowd, the people made their way to the front where Joe stood next to a Latina girl; in a short and revealing cocktail dress with a plunging neckline stood next to him, their arms draped around each other.

Joe was rather good looking he was 6 "1 an inch shorter than Danny he had a clean-cut haircut done on his dark brown hair, he had these substantial jade green piercing eyes, and was toned enough to fill out his gray business suit just enough without looking too bulky. Walking up to the pair, Sam scowled at the disgusting display of playboy Joe and his on and off girl Paulina Sánchez.

It was no secret that Sam couldn't stand Paulina, and it was vice versa. They had known each other since grade school and went through all of the grades of school together luckily Sam had gone away to college, and the two hadn't really seen each other regularly since high school graduation. Of course, they still kind would run into each other running in the same circles and all. Sam would have to see her every now and then, but she thanked whatever deity it wasn't an everyday affair.

With Joe, on the other hand, she didn't know how to feel about him, Sam began to rub her temples just being around the pair gave her headaches. "Joe, Paulina..." The girl greeted finally as she seethed the girl's name with venom, she approached the pair.

"Joe, I need to talk to you." the girl said as she pulled him, a few feet from Paulina Danny quickly following. Paulina sent a glare their way making a mental not to put the heat on Joe about it later. Danny didn't trust Joe either. It wasn't just because he was Vlad's son. Danny wasn't the type to judge a man on the sins of his father, but he knew somehow that joe masters and more than enough of his own sins to account for.

"What Sam you can't just come in here, barging in-" Joe began before Sam cut him off. He knew exactly what she wanted, and she was gonna be damned if she wasn't the only reporter to get it. Sam Manson was a go-getter, or perhaps that was a vast understatement ." Summer 1997, you said, and I quote, 'I owe you my life Sam' so I want to cash the favor in, or is the 'honorable' word of Mr. Joe masters another lie." The girl said with a smirk, and her eyebrow rose. She had no qualms cashing in on her history with Joe's masters. They were complicated at best, but she knew better than anyone Joe wasn't as much as a snake as his father. When he made a word, he meant it. In that regard, he was a man of honor. She knew she had won.

"What do you want, Sam" the boy seethed, knowing she'd never back down if he didn't oblige. He knew she was right for some reason. He still wanted to prove that his word was to be honored, despite everything. He didn't carry a candle for her the same way he had once, but still, she'd always be one of his only 2 weaknesses.

"Nothing really just an interview, with your father in his office, and oh say a tour of the Vlad co. Lab," the girl said her smirk still applied to her lips. Truth be told the girl didn't hate the boy in front of her like she pretended to, in fact, Sam once loved him, but now the woman still cared for him though not in the same way, she wasn't romantically caring for him, but she did care for him nonetheless. But she'd never show it, she couldn't not after what happened. She didn't trust him anymore.

Flashback

Master's manor 1996

17-year-old Sam Manson stood in the mirror naked as the day she was born has she let a few tears slip from her eyes; something wasn't right; she knew it. Her breaths were ragged and bestial her amethyst eyes wild and searching. She regretted what Joe and he had just done, she regretted it with everything she had, and she had finally let him have his way with her after three years she had finally let him, and she hated herself for it.

While they were intimate, it was like the veil of ignorance she had about him had faded, in his eyes, she saw something for the first time...something evil. Of course, at the moment, she just let the intimacy proceed, and even after she was hollow, but now hours into the night, she had gotten up and locked herself in the bathroom.

What she had seen scared even her, and Sam Manson didn't get scared, she thought it wasn't in her D.N.A. until that night. She knew what she had to do, she couldn't be with someone with that kind of malice in their eyes, the type of evil that show he had just murdered and liked it. This fact disturbed her more than she thought anything ever could. She felt blindsided like everything she knew was a lie, and she hated it.

So she knew what she had to do, she'd wait until morning though. The girl slipped her robe on her face emotionless, and unlocked the bathroom doors, as she climbed into bed beside him, an inhaled the scent of his pillow as she wrapped her arms around him for the last time, she felt him settle into her embrace his tense muscles relaxing from her warmth, she let a few more uncharacteristic tears slip out, knowing in the morning it would have to all end.

Flash back ends

"Fine, Sam, but you know what I don't understand why the hell you hate me, what did I ever do to you," the boy said, wishing only to understand. She never told him why she dumped him, she never breathed a word to anyone about the matter. Now it had been years she felt he deserved to know.

"Nothing, not me, but you know what you've done, and I don't need to tell you." His eyes widened. He didn't know how to feel about any of it. He finally had his answer though now he wished he hadn't. Realizing what she met the boy whispered in her ear,

"You know, don't you, things I've done..". He began as she nodded, suddenly uncomfortable with the closeness. His eyes held guilt in them. That was something she had never seen before in him. He became curious for a moment. He had to know something else. "...why have you not told? Why am I still out," the boy said, shocked. If she knew he couldn't understand how he and his father were still unscathed by the iron bars of the penitently. Surely she would have turned him into the police, he thought. "I never could, besides I had no proof." The girl said the last part with a smirk on her face. She really didn't want to talk about it anymore; it was bringing up things she'd rather forget.

'And part of me hoped you'd stop doing your father's bidding.' Sam thought as she looked down sadly, "all of this ancient history now, are you gonna live up to your word or not." The girl aid slipping back into her icy facade.

"yes, your requests are honored," the boy said stoically, before walking away again. This conversation was painful for him, too, but then again reliving the past always was. Danny, who was standing there the whole, decided to finally speak up. He wouldn't admit it just yet, but he was jealous Joe had dated Sam, and that made his blood boil.

"So, what, what um... That." The boy said, putting emphasis on the last word. "Ancient history," the girl replied, and he got the point though it didn't make him feel any less jealous, they then began walking into the double doors that led into Vlad co. Building. Once inside, the pair noticed the exquisite decor of the building they had never been inside no reporter really had.

The walls we a beautiful beige, and there were designs painted on with gold. Ornate white marble tiles were placed intricately on the floor in a perfect manner. Every so often on the wall, you would see a fancy painting people would pay loads of money for. The look of the place was breathtaking; if that weren't enough, the hallways were lit up with golden chandeliers that dangled from the ceiling every few feet.

Yes, the view was wondrous; however, Joe and Sam's relationship plagued Danny's mind. Danny had to know more, he had to know if there was anything still there, he felt as if he couldn't compete with the son to the 3rd richest man on planet earth. Momentarily he thought that perhaps it was for the best considering his baggage, but he decided to voice his question anyway. "When, if you um don't mind me asking... I mean I don't want pry I was just-" the boy began before being cut off.

"High school, we um, we were close but um, he wasn't who I thought he was, so I ended it," the girl said awkwardly, wondering why he wanted to know. She didn't open to people easily; even with Tucker, she never talked about the deepest parts of herself.

The last person she really let know her on the intimate of a level was Joe, and when he left her no choice but to leave, she felt like she lost a part of herself. It broke her downed, and she mourned the love they had lost. It killed her ignoring his advances to get back together, it's part of the reason she left for college of all the way in California, but somehow, she still found herself back in New York and back in the realm of Joe Masters with Paulina her high school adversary hanging on his arm.

Danny and Sam walked through the long, unnecessarily fancy corridors of Vlad co. With awkward silence filling the air. Sam thought it best to try and fill it with something. She had promised herself that after Joe, she'd never let anyone get that close again.

She'd have a few one night stands, and one embarrassingly unprofessional short-lived office romance, when she was fresh out of college and much greener, but never anything that even came near love.

The way she saw it, she had had it, and I hurt like hell when she had to give it up and she didn't know if her heart could take round two. Still, despite everything Danny was trying. He was trying to be her partner, he was trying to know her, so she figured she could at least meet him halfway.

"look Danny joe, and I are complicated. We always were, I guess. He was the popular asshole, and I was the little grungy 90s, girl with the tape player in the corner. Joe and I happened, and it was nice while it happened, but we were kidding ourselves, thinking that we could be the one high school couple that just makes it. We were meant for then, not now." the girl said, helping him understand.

'She loves Joe the way I love Valerie,' the boy thought, and it was true that was the way Sam loved him. He smiled inwardly, though he still wasn't sure why. He shouldn't be doing this, building up to something with her when he had so much baggage, but alas, he couldn't help himself.

"You understand," the girl said, cocking her head to the side and looking in Danny's eyes. "Yeah, I do." the boy said as he pressed the up button on the elevator, the pair had walked to during their conversation. They now only had to wait for the elevator to stop at there floor. Sam decided things were getting far to close for comfort, so she did like always and deflected, by changing the subject. "So you worked at the paper from your hometown," Sam asked her eyebrow rose curiously, hoping he had at least done this before. "I was an intern when I was about tuck's age at amity times, but I interned all over the world."

The boy said just as the elevator dinged, and the pair got in. "Why not get a job...well um until here," the girl said blushing hard though she didn't know why. "It's complicated," the boy said, looking down. Now it was her turn to be curious. "You're or well were some kind of nomad," the girl asked fishing around.

"What's a no had," the boy said his boyish charm so evident on him his face sparkling with childish curiosity, he apparently didn't know what nomad met. Well, they didn't call him clueless for anything he supposed. Sam chuckled at him. just as the elevator opened on the penthouse. Vlad co. was the tallest building in New York and made no attempt to hide it. The pair stepped out of the elevator has Sam stared marvel and wonder at his boyish charm, shaking her head she grabbed the boys hand and pulled.'

'This was the type of innocence that should be protected at all cost.' Sam thought

Reaching the double doors to Vlad's office, the girl knocked swiftly on the wooden door, hoping to be answered right away. The door swung open, and there stood a short pale-skinned woman with short dark black hair and a black business dress on. The girl stood at about 5 "2. She had piercing jade green eyes that held mystery and malice. Opening the door wide enough, Danny and Sam took that as there cue to enter the office. Once in the pair found Vlad sitting behind his vast wooden desk, a cigar in one hand, and scotch in the other.

"ahhh if it isn't the harlot who whored herself out to my son and then left him," The man said annoyed, he had, had a particular loathing for the girl since she had dumped his son, though as a businessman it would look bad, to ignore the press. At this Danny's eye's flashed a violent green. He ignored every primal instinct and kept his cool.

"Mr. master's that is highly inappropriate and—" Danny started before Sam cut him off. "no Danny, he's right I did sleep with him son, although it's complete and utter red herring, to divert us from his nefarious plans, no doubt," Sam stated bold and unapologetically, her glare unwavering.

Danny was very impressed, and Vlad was highly annoyed, but instead of showing this, he did what would piss her off the most and ignored her instead of diverting his attention to Danny. "ahh Mr. Fenton, my boy so good to meet you in person. The man said the fakest smile on his face as he stuck his hand out for Danny to shake.

Danny was shocked, to say the least. How the hell did this man know who he was? Danny shook Vlad's hand, making sure to grip it with a good amount of his strength, all the while giving the main a good glare. "you know me?" Danny inquired almost cautiously. Vlad laughed a haughty laugh. "your parents and I go way back to our college days. I make it my business to keep up with old friends." Vlad finished making Danny look a little green around the gills.

It wasn't so much what Vlad said, but how he said it. The depravity in his eyes, you could only see up close. Vlad looked even more off in person his utterly white hair pulled back into a ponytail, his grayish-blue eyes alive with malice his perfectly crisp business suit, he appeared to be the perfect businessman and philanthropist, but it was all just a carefully planned facade

Vlad really had a creep element to him. Standing up, Vlad walked over towards Danny, a skip in his step. He knew Danny was nervous and reveled in it.

Was Vlad lying? Were they really friends, if so why had he never visited there home, surely with all the money he had he could afford a plane ticket to amity park? This all seemed all too fishy. He made a mental note to ask his parents about Vlad. But then again did he really want to know... Danny thought his mind reeling though he knew right then he'd have to focus, on the interview.

Still, he wanted to ask more about how Vlad knew them, he thought against it. "If you two are done with this introduction I, thought might nice if we'd get to the interview." The girl said, annoyed sarcasm lacing her voice, as Danny gave her a look that said.' You ready'

The girl nodded in reply. The girl then fished through her purse for a tape recorder and started recording. "Mr. Master's I'd like to start by asking, why would you fund the guys in white government operation, there a group focused especially on supernatural entities correct," the girl said an eyebrow raised curious, as to his ulterior motives. She knew he had some, Vlad Masters' was an evil and mysterious man knowing that is one thing but proving it is an entirely different matter.

"Yes, Mrs. Manson, they are, and the reason why I have lent my generosity to their cause is simple. I live part-time in the beautiful dairy king castle in Wisconsin and have my own glorious cabin in Colorado and my own wonderful penthouse here in New York. But you see I have the tallest building in the city, and…" The man said, walking towards the big window, the overlooked, the city. "Those people down there, they don't have that, all they have is their lives, so that's why I'm protecting them."

The man finished before, coming to sit back down in his chair, taking a sip of his scotch. Both Danny and Sam could smell the stench of bullshit oppressive in the room. Sam was ready to beat the answer out of Vlad, but she knew she had to keep her composure.

Stopping her recorder, Sam rolled her eyes. She didn't want this part to be on the recording. "So, you expect me to believe that this is all about helping the civilians of the world." The woman said venomously knowing, that there was something far more to it.

Hell, even clueless Danny knew it. "Well, that is the statement Mrs. Manson, shall the prestigious New York Times misquote me?" the man said a smirk on his lips and malice in his eyes. He knew he was untouchable, and he relished it.

"Your right Mr. Masters what you say will go down exactly as you say it, though a good portion of the essay will be the writer's opinion, which in this case is me and my opinion is that your full of sh-" the girl started before Danny cut off her hot-headed rant. "Sam," Danny said, cutting Sam off. He had dealt with people like this before aggressiveness never got anywhere with them. You have to be cunning; you had to hit them where it hurt.

"Mr. Masters, are you getting anything out of this" Danny asked coolly as Sam looked sternly in his eyes. "I told Mrs. Manson the reason, I'm doing the funding for the G.I.W." the man said sternly. Vlad evaded the question like they knew he would.

Now it was Sam's turn." Of course, you did, but what you failed to do was answer my partner's question." The woman said as she and Vlad began a staring contest. "Yes, Mrs. Manson, I did," the man said simply. Sam knew this was futile, but she hopes one day she'd get him.

Danny, however, didn't dwindle so easily. "you want to know what I think Mr. masters. I think you are the type of man who sits here with his castle in Wisconsin and his cabin in Colorado and his big window in New York and doesn't give a damn about the people below it. In fact, that think it's entirely possible that you don't give a damn about anyone but yourself. You don't do anything if it doesn't benefit your need for more, more money and more power, and I think having the government in your pocket does just that. Don't you? Danny said, looking him square in the eye. Vlad's master's face contorted into the ugliest of snarls. He stood up promptly from his desk and slammed his hands down.

"Listen here boy, if you think you can waltz in my office with such slanderous accusations, then you have made a more powerful enemy then you can ever imagine." The man said darkly, his being oozing with the bestial look in his eyes.

Danny didn't down. He wanted Vlad to know he wouldn't bow to him like everyone else in this town. He wanted him to see that he knew exactly what he was getting himself into and couldn't be happier.

"You don't scare me Master's not. One. Bit." Danny gritted out his eyes, flashing green. Sam had never seen a reporter with so much passion. He cared he truly cared about people. He wasn't scared of Vlad, and that was a dangerous mistake she needed to get him out of there.

"we'd like our tour now!" Sam blurted, stopping Danny and Vlad's pissing match. Both of them had almost forgotten her presence. Vlad quickly composed himself. "Very well, I'll call Mrs. Winchester, in and she'll give you your tour," the man said, standing up and pressing a button on his desk. "We'll um wait outside," The boy said, gesturing for Sam to come with him outside. The girl followed. "Sam, why the hell you just give up in there," the boy said annoyance in his face.

"Listen, you don't know masters like I do, we won't get him this way. We are investigative reporters, so we'll investigate. He won this round, we'll write a boring surface story, about the guys in white and we'll bid our time, and were get sources and snitches, and were even do a little spying, and when we have our evidence that he's doing what we both know, he's doing we will nail his ass to the wall."

The girl said seriously as something happened to Danny's heart; it started beating faster than it ever had, and he liked it. His signature lopsided grin broke out onto his face as he looked at her. "Sam, you are a fucking genius, I could just marry you!" the boy said before he realized what he had honestly said. Twin blushes broke out onto both of their faces, at Danny's statement. "Thank you," Sam choked out through her embarrassment she always felt that way around him, she didn't understand it. She hardly knew him, yet she really wanted to more than she ever wanted anything. She couldn't help it. It was like something was pulling her to him.

"Excuse me, are two the reporters Mr. Master's wanted to give a tour to." The Same woman who had opened the door for them said. "Yes, Danny Fenton," Danny said as the three began walking. "Crystal Winchester." The woman said. They started their tour.

6 hours and countless doors later, Danny and Sam had seen mostly all of Vlad corps except for, the 2 secret floors that Vlad was performing illegal experiments on and several offices connected to those purposes. Unfortunately, all they had seen made Vlad's company look precisely how he wanted it to... Perfect, helpful to society, backing all his claims.

This facade fooled most, but Sam and Danny knew far better. Sam had attempted to plant a few bugs in various places, but thanks to crystal's powers, she figured the bugs out quickly.

Obviously running straight to tell Vlad... Sam was in hot water now. "Vlad..." The girl said, rushing into the man's office, dropping the bugs on the desk so he could see. "The reporter girl tried to plant them, but I stopped her." the girl said, sitting flirtatiously on his desk. "Go attack her, rough her up a bit, but don't kill her, at least for the time being." The man said maliciously. "Yes, master." the girl replied, her jade green eyes glowing red with evil excitement.

"See ya tomorrow, Danny," the girl called cheerfully out of character as she began to walk to her car. "You sure don't walk you to your car," the boy said, warily feeling like something terrible was going to happen to her little did he know. "Hey I'm a big tough girl, I can lace my own combat boots and everything." The girl said with a smirk as she turned on heel and walked away.

Danny watched warily until she was out of sight and then walked to go find a place to change. He had unknowingly left Sam defenseless.

"Hi, miss reporter" was the sound that rang in Sam's ears as she walked. Turning around, the girl saw a girl clad in a skin-tight leather suit, along with gloves and boots. Sam was shocked, to say the least, "nice boots."

Sam said sarcastically before throwing a punch at the girl. She wasn't scared for the time being, she was no damsel. The girl stumbled a bit but quickly retaliated. Crystal was rather impressed she had underestimated Sam Manson. Reaching out her gloved hand, Sam watched in horror as claws sprouted out of them. Fear grew in her, but she knew she had to keep fighting. She wasn't about to bow.

In fight or flight response, the girl tried to land a roundhouse kick, to the other girl's torso, only for the other girl to catch her foot and use it to through her to the ground. Though Sam continued to struggle, her efforts were futile, only a miracle could save her. Now she was terrified, and out of breath, sweat beads covered her body. Sam saw her life flash before her eyes; she had so many regrets. Never had she come this close to death.

Then crystal used her claws to make three long jagged scratches across the other girls face. Blood trickled from the wounds. Then she drug her claws across her torso, drawing horrid screams from the girl. Her torso bleeds as well. The amethyst eyed girl was still a fighter, though. Sam retaliated by kneeing the black-suited girl in her gut, causing her to fall back just long enough for Sam to run. Crystal had underestimated her opponent again.

Her pride was severely wounded, although her opponent obviously had super strength and was a trained assassin. Sam shook the thoughts from her head, continuing to dash, almost making to her car until the suited girl lassies her in a rope pulling her towards her; the girl quickly grabbed Sam the neck, putting her back against a tree. The bark dug into Sam's back. "What do you want," Sam choked as loud as she could muster with the other girl's rope, crushing her windpipe.

"Stay away from Vlad and Joe!" The girl spat dropping Sam to the ground, leaving her there in the soil, below her, before vanishing into thin air with a trace. Danny phantom that just happened to be flying over the area caught the tail end of the scene after the assassin had gone. Flying down quickly, Danny came to help Sam, upon realizing it was her rage, filled his being. He had been too late Sam was hurt, he cursed himself for that.

"Sa-...I mean miss, can you hear me" the boy stuttered, almost slipping up in his bewildered state. "She said stay away from Vlad as Joe" the girl mumbled before she passed out from shock, Danny picked her up tenderly as he flew off towards the hospital. He cursed himself again for leaving her alone.

After rushing through the doors of the emergency room with Sam's broken body, Danny took to the skies exciting the people present and sparking curiosity of the mystery hero with a off "D" on his chest. Danny was so mad he saw red he had never been this angry before in his life. Danny flew at top speed back to Vlad co. The wind was rushing against his face flushing his cheeks. Sam had been hurt, and this was unacceptable. Once there, he opted for floating right outside the penthouse window until Vlad noticed him his eyes were wide. Once he saw Vlad noticed him, he phased through the window. Vlad was taken aback but hid it well.

"Vlad masters correct," Danny said sternly though he already knew who Vlad was. "Yes," Vlad answered, curiosity piqued. "But the question is, who are you" Vlad shot back. "Phantom, Danny Phantom, and something tells me we're gonna be seeing a lot each other."

Danny said, his face serious his eyes flashing neon green. Recognition flashed through Vlad's dull gray-blue eyes for a moment he had heard of Danny phantom, but he had never been this close to his turf before. Vlad briefly wondered what had changed.

Why all of a sudden was he here, he surely hoped the great Danny phantom was just passing through, but judging by what he was saying that wasn't the case. Vlad gained his composure a smirk on his lips before speaking. "Ahhh, the ghost boy who uses his powers for good, how quaint" Vlad replied with a roll of his eyes, and that's when Danny had enough of Vlad's arrogance. Grabbing his collar, the boy pulled Vlad close to his face.

"Listen to me Masters you have everyone fooled, but I know the truth you sent your assassin to hurt An innocent young woman tonight and for that alone, I will work to my dying breath to, find evidence and when I do I will nail your ass to the wall, and that is a promise… oh, and if you ever want to find me… look up"

The boy said his eyes glowing so brightly, he put Vlad back on the ground and went back to phase through the window and left. Once Danny was gone, Joe entered the room. Vlad heard him come in a huff he turned around to face his son to see what he had to say. "You are foolish father, you send your bitch to rough Sam up, and she mentioned our names now phantoms on our asses," the boy said stemming.

He regretted a lot of decisions, but right now, agreeing to let crystal rough up Sam was at the top of his list. He had allowed her in the building against his better judgment, and now Sam was injured at the hospital. He felt terribly guilty. Crystal was just supposed to scare her, not harm her.

She had gone way too far. Maybe he should have just let Sam think he didn't want to honor his word, then she wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed now. His jade green eyes held a certain sadness in them now.

He wished he didn't rely so much on Vlad's approval, continually trying to be good enough. He was always hoping that doing Vlad's bidding would give him what he really wanted. Although now he knew that doing his father's bidding is what cost him, Sam. That wasn't an easy pill to swallow he had spent so long wondering why now he finally had his answer though it only seemed to make it worse.

Of course, he knew Vlad had an absolute darkness to him, but he just chose to ignore it. He just hoped he didn't have the same wickedness in him. He knew he did. He knew it had cost him, Sam, all he could do was hope that it wouldn't cost him Paulina too.

"Patience, dear boy, the Manson girl, is still needed," Vlad replied mysteriously, as Joe rolled his eyes. Vlad secretly made him uneasy. Joe's darkness didn't run deep like Vlad's did into his very soul. Joe cared about at least a few people, whereas Vlad truly only cared about himself. Surely, he loved Maddie and Joe in his own way. It was a selfish love for both accounts. "I know that father, no one is to touch Sam or Paulina. Everyone else is expendable. you've missed the point you've programed her to think she's in love with you; therefore, she's sloppy, the company can't afford it father crystal is obsolete."

The man proclaimed his jade green eyes alight as he went to go pour himself some scotch. Some things were like father and son, after all. Joe was more like his father than he'd care to admit. He took a sip of his scotch as he listened to his father's rebuttal. "Not yet dear boy, when I figure out how to alter human D.N.A. to make a halfa without imperfections, then Crystal will be obsolete, not before," Vlad said sternly showing his son that he was serious, but Joe being Joe kept on. He knew it was dangerous for Crystal to be around dangerous for everyone involved, especially Sam. "What if she were to remember James Winchester, and their marriage and her whole life before we reprogramed her, what then father she could easily take us both down."

The boy pointed out, but in the end, Vlad's cockiness won out. He felt untouchable, and to him, he was. "Such a thing wouldn't happen... Son" the man replied

Joe didn't know if he hoped Vlad was right or not, but one thing was for sure Joe was so conflicted these days.

A/n: so yeah I know short chapter hope you enjoyed it, I know Joe looks like an asshole but don't hate him too much he is Vlad's son after all. Being raised by Vlad would cause a lot of trama to a child. Yeah he allowed Sam to be roughed up but crystal wasn't supposed to do so much damage she was only to scare her a bit, let her know not to mess with her, but Crystal is programmed to be a killer, so she doesn't really know where to draw the line between rough her up and kill her.