Heya! Alright, since raethewriter was the 100th reviewer, she chose to have her character in this story! So, raethewriter owns James Veganna, Butch Hartman owns DP, and I own...Erhm...oh! I own RJJ! Wait, I don't even own that adorable kitty! Ah! XD Ah well...enjoy anywho!

Vlad snickered as he hung up the phone on his blabbering "friend."

"Oh Jack, why bother? I don't like you!" he muttered to himself as he continued to pick up the strand of hair. A footstep thumped softly on the lab floor. Goosebumps trailed down his neck as he turned around, expecting to find something there.

"Hello, what a surprise to see you-" He stopped short, looking in confusion at only his own shadow. "That's odd, I could've sworn I heard something!" Vlad shook his head and returned to the sample of hair. "But if it was Daniel, I would've had my ghost sense go off..." he mused. "Oh well!"

While he continued to work, his own shadow soon shimmered darkly as a silhouette formed from it. It walked slowly towards him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Boo."

"AH!" yelped Vlad as he whirled around in horror. "BETH, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO-"

He was face to face- to a guy. Definitely not Beth.

"Who are you?" he scoffed. "Usually only Beth does that..." His eyes widened with horror as he reliazed something even more important-

"HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY LAB?" The boy made no reply as he blew his black hair out of his face, tints of green streaking his messy hair.

Vlad growled as he stared into the green eyes of the five foot eight boy.

"Listen, boy, I repeat once more- How. Did. You. Get. Into. MY LAB?" he questioned angrily.

The boy looked up at him, thoughtfully pulling at his green sweater. He scuffled the ground with his white worn out sneakers, his black jeans covering over them just so.

"Why do you want to know?" he smirked. Vlad sputtered as he dropped the piece of hair.

"Because, this is my lab! And who are you?"

"None of your beeswax..." His eyes raced around the lab, hoping to find a nickname of some sort. He laughed as he spotted a certain cereal.

"Fruitloop."

Vlad growled as he placed a hand on his own brow.

"Plasmius. NOT Fruitloop. Now- what is your name?" he demanded.

"James, and I'm your worst nightmare..." he hissed threateningly. Vlad suppressed a chuckle.

"Funny, Beth said the same thing." he commented dryly as a chuckle escaped from his mouth. James growled as he pressed the unsuspecting Fruitloop against the wall.

"I am your worst nightmare... But only if you don't help me."

Oooo...James, evil punk brat...haha, I just realized he's basically the oppisite of Avon...maybe Vlad can adopt James instead...? JK! JK! I would NEVER do that! Update Saturday and review please!Sorry for the shortness!