This installment was inspired by muney73. I hope you enjoy.
Also, I'd like to apologize to said user. I've been pretty busy getting back into the rhythm of college, so it's been a while. Additionally, I regret to inform you that this one will not have raining cats, but I hope you enjoy the premise anyway.
To everyone else, I know in the beginning it seems kinda strange (believe me, I shuddered as I wrote that bit), but it gets better. So much better.
Sincerely,
The Smiling Crow
Vlad Masters was working late in his laboratory. His eyes scanned across the enormous amount of data streaming across the screen. It was just some accounts he'd hacked out of a company, but with this, he'd put them out for good.
"Vlad, dearest." He turned around at the distorted electrical sound. He smiled dreamily at the hologram of the love of his life; Madeline Masters.
Because there was no way in the deepest realms of the Ghost Zone was he going to call her by that oaf's last name.
She continued, oblivious to the inner monologue of her creator. "You have gotten a package from a Madeline Fenton."
Vlad immediately snapped to attention at the name. He rushed upstairs to his study, where he'd ordered any and all packages and mail to be delivered.
When he arrived, he tore open the small box to find a small vial. It was a standard cologne bottle with no brand label on it and it had a clear liquid around it. Inside the box was a note.
He opened it up and read.
Vladimir,
It's taken so long for me to realize it, but this was a mistake. I never should have married Jack and I'm so sorry I never went back to you. I want to try again, if that's alright with you.
I know they're not your kids, but I want to take Danny and Jazz away from my husband's influence. Could you please just treat them like they were your own? Like our own?
Danny seems to be warming up to you, even. He keeps mentioning "training with you", so I suppose he'd want you to teach him something.
The point is, Vlad; I love you. I want to be with you. I want to go with you and forget this accident with Jack never happened.
Please meet me at the Chateau Fantome in Amity.
Yours forever,
Madeline
P.S. I really like the scent of this cologne. It might… spice up our evening.
For about five solid minutes, Vlad just stared at the letter in shock. Then he actually formed a small ecto-ball in his hand to shock his arm. He didn't suddenly wake up in bed.
This was real.
All of his ambitions were coming true.
Maddie leaving that imbecile, Jack, and Daniel coming to become his apprentice. From how she'd described it, he seemed like he'd genuinely seen reason and agreed to the elder halfa's help.
He went to his closet and chose out the nicest suit he had. He decided to go out in style with a limo and a dozen roses.
But, of course, he practically drowned himself in Maddie's favorite cologne. He failed to recognize the scent as a particular ghost plant that was the equivalent to Valerian Root.
Vlad Masters arrived at the Chateau Fantome. It was a ritzy place in Amity; one of the few. It had all the top men and women in the small town including the wonderful Mrs. Manson and several of her PTA friends. They seemed to be discussing their children. Mrs. Manson kept asserting that Samantha would come around eventually to her tactics.
Vlad never liked the girl; always such a trouble maker. He'd most likely help Mrs. Manson after this ordeal. Perhaps, sending Miss Samantha off to a private boarding school…
Vlad was pulled out of his musings by a waiter leading him to a table already set for two. It was in a rather dark and exclusive area of the restaurant, so the candle light was really the only decent light in the area.
'Perfect.' He purred to himself.
He'd just sat down and patiently waited for his lovely soon-to-be-bride to arrive. In the meantime, he'd spritzed himself with her cologne at least five times. He already had preparations for a… suavely offered stay at his home that night.
He'd waited for about five minutes when a waiter came over with a covered dish. He spoke with a heavy French accent, though Vlad could swear he heard that voice before. "'ere iz your dessert, monsieur."
He left a stuttering and very confused Vlad with the covered dish in front of him. After a minute, the billionaire composed himself and noticed a small note taped to the cover. He plucked it off and read it.
Just Desserts.
He frowned at it in confusion before lifting the lid. Underneath was a small cat…
A small, green cat…
A small, green, ghostly cat…
The cat gave a small "meeeaaAAAURRRRR!" as it grew to be roughly the size of a saber toothed tiger, with a few of the extinct animal's notable features.
Within seconds, the wealthy halfa was being torn up by the angry ghost cat. Everyone in the room panicked at the sudden appearance of the being. Mrs. Manson and her friends ended up with a combination of several people's meals splattered on their heads, completely ruining their hair while simultaneously staining their clothes.
In the panic, no one noticed a snickering waiter with glowing, green eyes take out a camcorder and videotaping the whole thing.
Hologram Maddie, despite what her "Master" knew, actually did have a sense of sentience. As such, she did get bored whenever he left for extended amounts of time. It honestly made her angry whenever that… absolute creep looked at her that way.
At the moment, though, she was laughing at a video put up on the ghostly video-sharing-webstie, BooTube. In it, she watched her "Master" get torn to shreds while the entire time, he screamed "Why, Maddie?! Why?!"
She smirked and buried her head further into the holographic arm of Hologram Jack.
AN: That is a part of the punishment I had in mind for Vlad Masters. I'll be sure to put up another (he's just such a hateable character).
For those wondering, Valerian root makes cats go nuts. Seriously, it's like a cat magnet.
It's completely alright if you gagged while you read certain bits of this fanfic.
I know I did, but the payout was pretty worth it.
NOT EVEN IN YOUR OWN COMPUTER SIMULATION, YA FROOTLOOP!
Sincerely,
-Crow