Heya, sorry for not updating yesterday! Anyways, here is another chapter... I don't own DP, Beth, or James! Enjoy!
"Beth! James! Where are you? I need you two to-" The angry voice abruptly stopped when he heard sobbing behind his expensive leather couch.
"Beth..? James...?" questioned the deep voice as it's owner peered behind the couch. Vlad found Beth curled up onto James's chest, sobbing. They apparently didn't notice him, so he fled the room quickly, only to run into his step-son, who was carrying a laptop.
"Watch it Father!" cried out Avon angrily as he held onto his laptop. Vlad growled.
"No, I would watch it Avon..." he hissed. "Besides, I thought we had a deal..." His words sent shivers down Avon's spine as he nodded weakly.
"Yes father...I forgot, sorry...I'll be in my room..." Avon finished as he scurried off to his room. Vlad sighed as he ran a hand through his own silvery hair.
"Meow?" purred a familiar cat. A grin broke out from Vlad's furrowed face.
"Maddie!" he cried in delight, scooping her up. She purred and nuzzled his neck. He smiled and began to stroke her long back.
"Ah, Maddie..." he began as he strolled down the hall to his office, "This is just horrible! Beth, who I hired, is falling madly in love with this shadow kid, henceforth making her inferior to her job, and vice versa for that James..." He stopped, and an evil grin appeared on his face as he uttered a single word:
"Avon."
Liney! I have a surprise for you!
Liney: ¿Sí...?
When did you start speaking Spanish? Anyways, I have a POODLE!
Liney: ¿...Què?
A sharp rap was heard on Avon's door. Avon quickly shut his laptop and groaned.
"Come in..." he said dully. Vlad strolled in and grinned.
"How's my favorite son?" questioned Vlad as he hovered over him. Avon growled and averted his eyes.
"Step son..." he hissed. "What do you want father? I'm kinda busy here..." he said, shoving his laptop under his bed.
"I want a lot of things in life... Money, happiness, but the thing I want right now is some father son bonding time..." he said smoothly. Avon snorted and shook his head.
"Why? And what 'father son binding time' where you thinking about?" he snorted again. Vlad whipped out two Fenton Thermoses from behind his back.
"A little ghost hunting..."
Hah, poor Avon...review please and update tommorow!
