11 reviews for this chapter whoo! So early update! Also Otis did not steal Stripes trust me.

Vlad:I never trust you

Disclaimer:If I did own CoVT I would've made Vlad go crazy with power when he found out he was the Pravus.


Rule 11: thou must not let thy half-vampire kid lose their stuffed animal


Otis Otis woke up to the sound of his nephew screaming bloody murder. Otis jumped out of bed with a start. As much as the half-vampire annoyed him he couldn't let the kid die. What if Em had found the kid?

The vampire raced upstairs, "Vlad I'm coming!" he shouted, "Are you okay?" Otis reached Vlad's room and threw the door open with a flourish. What he saw made his mouth drop open.

Vlad's room was a mess, toys scattered everywhere on the floor, toy chests thrown open and their contents spilled onto the floor.

Darn it, Otis thought, I should've known those vampire fairytales would give him nightmares.

"Look Vlad there is no evil vampire in this room who's going to-" Otis began.

"Uncle Otis Stwipes is missing!" Vlad screamed, near hysteria.

Otis groaned and glanced at a clock in the room, "You woke me up at 5:16 in the morning to tell me that?"

Vlad nodded solemnly, "We need to find Stwipes or else!" he said frantically.

"We'll find him... later," Otis told his worried nephew.

Vlad rolled his eyes and put his hands to his hips looking as serious as a toddler can be about a lost stuffed animal, "Stwipes is missing!" Vlad repeated as if Otis didn't understand how serious the problem was, which of course, he didn't, "He can be cold and all alone and you wanna take a nap?" Vlad gave his uncle the you-sicken-me-you-heartless-monster look.

Otis rolled his eyes, and decided he had to resort to little kid speak, "Well Vlad, you see Stwipes- I mean Stripes," great now the kid was ruining his grammar, "is probably taking a surprise vacation, I'm sure he'll be back soon."

Vlad raised his eyebrow in an are-you-kidding-me? kind of look, "Stwipes wouldn't do that," he frowned, "he too wazy to go on wacation without me."

Otis face-palmed.

"We have to find him now!" Vlad said urgently, "he might'we been kidnapped!"

"Vlad no one would want to kidnap your stuffed tiger," Otis said calmly.

Vlad took a deep breath and Otis instantly knew what was going to happen, Vlad was going to cry, and Otis had less than two seconds to make up his mind.

Option 1:mind your own business and the kid will start crying his eyes out and make your life a lot more difficult.

Option 2:help Vlad find the stuffed tiger and stop the kid from crying.

"Alright I'll help you!" Otis declared, which was probably the smartest thing he had said since he had started taking care of Vlad.

Vlad instantly calmed down, but not by much, "Then we have to find him right now!" the toddler dragged his uncle out of his room and the two began to search the house for the striped tiger.

"Stwipes!" Vlad called, "Where are you?" he looked expectantly at his uncle, and Otis groaned.

"Where are you Stripes?" Otis asked unenthusiastically feeling like a total idiot.

After about an hour of searching Otis was left with a messy house and Vlad was still tigerless.

"He must be so scawed," Vlad sniffled gloomily.


Rule 12-most babysitters are evil.


Otis nodded, he had hoped the search would've ended sooner, when suddenly he was struck with a brilliant idea, but first he needed a babysitter. Otis mentally cursed that Nelly would be at work right now, he sighed and got a phonebook. Browsing through the pages until he found a babysitter and dialed the number.

"Hello, this is Keith" answered a bored sounding teenage boy, "What do you want?"

"I need a babysitter for my nephew and I was wondering-"

The teenager sighed in annoyance and Otis heard him curse under his breath, "Where's the kid?" the teenager asked in exasperation.

Otis told him the address, "I'll be there in like ten minutes or so," the teenager grumbled.

Exactly twenty two minutes and eighteen seconds the babysitter arrived, an annoyed looking teenager who looked like all muscle and no brains type.

"Where's the kid?" Keith grumbled.

Otis shrugged, "in the house somewhere."

Keith shot him an annoyed look, "Thanks for the help," he said sarcastically.

Otis sighed and called, "Vlad, come down here!"

Vlad slowly walked downstairs and when he saw Keith Vlad frowned, "No!" he shouted, "babysitters are bad!"

Otis didn't reply, careful not to remind Vlad that he was babysitting Vlad until Tomas returned, he left the house but not before he heard Keith think, man I can't believe I have to spend my weekends babysitting some dumb kid. If only my parents had agreed to lend me for my car repairs and that old man's mailbox. It's not my fault the brake wasn't working when I hit the mailbox. Followed by some string of curse words that I am not allowed to write because this is a rated K+ story.

Otis frowned in disapproval, and told himself he'll make this trip fast. Driving to a mall. When he finally reached his destination he quickly found his way to a toy store, and scoured the place for a toy tiger, it had took him a while but he had finally found Stripe's look alike, both made by the Zooka toy Corp.

Quickly paying the cashier for the toy Otis drove back home at full speed, praying neither Vlad nor Keith had burned down the house.

Thankfully, the house wasn't falling apart when he arrived, unfortunately he heard many shouting inside the house, racing inside .

Vlad and Keith were having a huge debate, Keith looked up at the sight of Otis.

"You're kid's a freak, he freaking somehow was on top of the fridge and then he-"

"You said a bad word!" Vlad interrupted.

"Shut up kid," Keith glowered.

Vlad scowled and kicked him hard on his ankle, and unfortunately for all those Keith hating people reading this, not where it hurts, fortunately Vlad had a pretty strong kick for a three year old and Keith winced in pain and hopped on one leg, Otis fought hard to hide a grin.

"Cash or check?" Otis asked warily.

Keith grinned, this is what he was in for, "Thirty-five dollars, and cash."

"I was gone for less than an hour!" Otis protested.

"What can I say, these are tough times," Keith shrugged.

Otis rolled his eyes and reluctantly paid Keith, Keith took the money and walked out of the house with dignity, then he tripped on one of Vlad's toys and fell face first. After that Keith walked out of the house angrily.

Once the teenager was out of view Vlad quipped, "I told you babysitters are bad."


Rule 13: imposters don't trick half-vampire kids.


Otis nodded in agreement and took out the striped tiger from his shopping bag.

Vlad gave an excited shout and hugged Otis and then the tiger, but after examining the tiger further Vlad frowned, "This isn't Stwipes," he told his uncle in disappointment.

"Yes he is," Otis argued.

Vlad shook his head and pointed to the tiger's muzzle, "See, Stwipes got a scratch from Amenti and mommy had to sew him back, but this tiger doesn't."

"But-but," Otis stammered.

Just at that moment Nelly came in the house, Keith had left the door open, "Hey Otis," she smiled sweetly, "I just came to tell Vlad he left Stripes at my house," she said giving Vlad the real Stripes.

Vlad grinned and hugged Nelly. Otis face-palmed.

Haha epic fail Otis.

Keith was actually based on one of my friend's character, who is an awesome writer. And yes, for all of you wondering Zooka Corp. the zooka is short for the bazooka in my penname. So I didn't have time to add Vladified fairytales into this chapter but I will write more, and if you haven't caught on yet the characters in the story are based on the CoVT characters.

Me: Vlad was such an awesome little kid.

Vlad:thanks

me:what happened?

Vlad:hey!

Me:REVIEW!