I TRIED to finish this last night, but my bed beckoned me. I just could not resist its siren call...
Andrew waited until it was nearly six-thirty, then, after making sure Danny was still okay, he flew through Vlad's Ghost Portal and toward his library. He had tried Vlad's cell phone and got no answer, and even called Skulker to see if Vlad had plans with the mech. Nada. So there was one good way to find the elder halfa, and it was deep in his library.
As he saw his library in the distance, he couldnt help but smirk, thinking that if anyone knew just how NOT a pushover he was, they'd show him a lot more respect. Mostly, the other ghosts left him alone because of his Quantum Keyboard, and its reality-shaping capabilities. Vlad fixed it for him as a Christmas present last year, but he found little use for it these days. But all in all, the Keyboard was a mere tool that could only be accessed by HIS own power. Yes; it was within the HIS power to shape reality to whatever he wrote, and NOT the Keyboard's.
Top that off with his ability to control paper, read entire books instantly just by putting his hand on the cover, and remember everything he'd ever read indefinitely, he was quite a powerful ghost in his own right. It was because of that power, and his responsibility with it (Christmas three years ago not included, of course) that made him an ideal candidate for a Keeper of the Texts.
Clockwork's personal librarian and scribe, one might say.
And inside his library held several books with inhuman powers and abilities, such as the complete Ripley Scroll (Clockwork didnt think humans were quite ready to learn all the secrets to alchemy, so they had to make due with chemistry), the Necronomicron (yes, that was real, and expressly forbidden from human knowledge), several other Necromancy, alchemic, and spell books, and the book he needed.
Andrew flew far back into the library where he even prohibited Vlad to see, and up to a tall shelf. He searched the shelf for a moment before selecting a book in black leather with a golden buckle. He undid the buckle and held his hand over the book, focusing his power into it. "Show me Vladimir Damion Masters," he stated to it. The book glowed a soft gold color for a moment before flipping itself open to a blank page. After a few moments, an elaborate illustration drew itself out onto the page, and written description wrote itself down on the adjacent page.
The Ghostwriter growled when he saw and read that Vlad was currently stuck in ghost mode IN THE FENTON THERMOS, which was in SAM'S possession.
...That girl was seriously getting on his last dead nerve.
Andrew shut the book and locked it back up, then put it back and debated picking up the Reaper's book (capable of stripping human souls from their bodies and keeping them in the book should they touch it) but erased that thought. He was still on probation from that Christmas fiasco, anyway. He flew out of his library like something from a poem by Poe and out of the Fenton Portal toward the rich part of town.
Sam was happy her parents werent home, otherwise they would've finally called up the crazy house to come pick her up for shaking and screaming at a thermos. She could vaguely hear Plasmius inside screaming back at her, and she felt the Thermos shaking from him trying to get out. She had gone to City Hall and used a device the Fentons had created (since Jazz's encounter with Johnny 13, it would reveal ghosts as they truely were) to get Vlad to turn into Plasmius, then she caught the halfa in the Thermos.
And now, for the past hour and a half, she'd been trying to get Vlad to spill out his 'plans' for Danny, using the logic that Danny was acting NOT Danny-ish, he was acting quite villainous and violent, and his eyes were turning red. And now Danny's family HAPPENED to have an emergency and he had to stay with Vlad at the same time his violent tendencies were at their peak? It was just TOO suspicious, and she was hollering at Vlad for him to relinquish control over her best friend.
And of course, Vlad was shouting back that they called HIM the fruit loop? He shouted something about ghost puberty or some rot like that, and that he was HELPING Danny and THIS was NOT helping ANYONE at ALL.
Sam was just threatening to bury Vlad in her backyard when something invisible snatched the Thermos from her hands, and a moment later, the Ghostwriter appeared in front of her, quite obviously pissed off. "What the-? How did you...?" Sam stutterd, taking a step back. The 'Writer only scowled and twisted the cap off of the Thermos, letting Vlad out.
The first thing Vlad did was crack his back; DAMN, that thing was cramped, he thought. Then he took the Thermos from Andrew and crushed it in his hand before throwing the remains at Sam's feet. The three of them had a stare-off for a few moments, then the 'Writer lurched forward at the girl, only to be restrained by Vlad.
"LET ME AT HER, VLAD!" he snarled, his eyes a pure glowing green. "I'LL TEAR HER TO PIECES FOR WHAT SHE'S DONE TO YOU AND DANNY!"
"No, Andrew," Vlad replied firmly, to the surprise of the other two in the room. He turned his pure red gaze to Sam, who shuddered; his eyes had always creeped her out. "As much as the thought of dropping her from the top of her house sounds, in the end, Daniel would never forgive us if we hurt her. Let's just go home."
Andrew growled, baring his sharp teeth at the offending girl, but made no move to jump her again when Vlad let him go. Vlad teleported away, and the 'Writer glared at Sam, who was looking reasonably frightened. "I'm only going to say this ONCE, girl," he hissed. "Leave. Danny. Alone. He's going through difficult changes as a halfa, and your little stunt earlier this afternoon could have set him back. Vlad and I are HELPING him, NOT turning him evil. So put the thought out of your mind." With that, he vanished from her sight and flew back toward Vlad's townhouse.
He flew right into Danny's room, where Vlad was checking on Danny. They younger halfa was still sleeping. Vlad looked up at Andrew. "...He doesnt have any clothes on," he stated, crossing his arms. The 'Writer shifted his eyes to Danny before setting them back on Vlad.
"HE initiated it, not me," he replied. Vlad made a noncommital sound and pulled Danny's covers up a little higher to cover the boy's shoulders and brushed Danny's hair out of his face before making his way out of the room. Andrew followed.
"How did you find me?" Vlad asked the 'Writer.
"Library secret."
"Ah." Vlad said no more; he knew that Andrew had many secret and powerful texts in that library of his, and also knew that the 'Writer would be damned to an early Hell before he let another ghost, a human, or even a halfa touch them. "My thanks; I dont know how much more I could take, sitting in that thermos." He put a hand on the small of his back. "...It's moments like this that reminds me of my actual age..."
"You're FAR from old, Vlad," the 'Writer replied, rolling his eyes. "ANYONE in that thermos could have gotten back pains. I'll rub it out for you later."
"...You're talking about my back, right?"
"Whatever."
Yay, Vlad's back! *dances*