AN:
A few more chapters and this story will be done! I want your opinion! Should Vlad be the one that looses (coughdiescough), or should it be Danny or Alex? Sam? Tucker? No one? Leave a review telling me what you think, or just take the poll on my page! ;)
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The awkward moment seemed to have been mended, but Tucker still felt foolish.
"Eh-heh… Hey, why don't we go do something?" he offered, "You know? Go somewhere?"
Danny shrugged his shoulders, looking out of the nearest window, which was in the main room. He couldn't see much of anything, and instead returned his gaze to the plate of food in front of him. Suddenly his ghost sense went off, and another guest made his presence known.
Yassen opened the front door of Fenton Works, calmly shutting it behind him before walking into the kitchen. There wasn't a single voice of protest as he leaned against the refrigerator and studied the faces before him. The room grew silent.
"Alex, what are you doing?" the ghostly assassin demanded quietly. Alex stared back and decided for the moment to remain silent. Everything but Yassen seemed to melt from his vision as he focused intently on the ghost. Alex wouldn't allow Yassen to get past him again with another snide remark. Yassen continued to stare. He sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Still a child," he muttered, allowing a ghost of a smile to cross his lips. Alex glared at him and held himself back from flinging the rest of what he had been eating at the man. Yassen continued talking.
"Alex, do you know how stupid you and your American friends are right now? There's a man hunting after two of you, and you are just calmly eating your late meal like you haven't a care in the world."
Danny allowed his blue eyes to flash green as he glared at the ghost. He really wanted to set the house on attack mode and force Yassen to leave after he said that last remark, but the halfa knew Yassen wouldn't walk in just to visit. "Did you come back to steal my tie or something? What do you want?" he demanded. Yassen raised an eyebrow.
"I have offered my help, have I not, Daniel?"
"It's Danny."
"Very well then Danny. It's time to go."
"You were the one who told us to stay here!"
"Yes, and now it is time to leave."
Yassen seized Danny and Alex by the arms, dragging them to the front door. Both boys yelled in protest, and Danny shot a wild blast at Yassen, missing the ghosts head by mere inches. Sam and Tucker ran after them. Once they were at the door, Yassen relaxed his death grip on the spy and the halfa to only quietly hiss a few words between his lips,
"He is coming up towards the house. Either you will be silent and follow me, or I will allow him to take the both of you."
Danny and Alex exchanged bemused looks. They nodded at Yassen.
"Good. But remember; be silent. The other two will stay behind. No questions." Yassen said in the same tone. Sam and Tucker were furious, hissing that they wouldn't leave Danny or Alex. "The two of you will stay here." Yassen commanded, "If you even try to follow, I will turn these boys over to Masters before you could even blink. Now, get out of the room."
"Tucker, Sam, we'll be fine." Alex said, trying to get them to believe him. The Goth nodded before running out of the room with Tucker.
"Use your invisibility and hold on to my arm. Do not let go," Yassen told Danny as he let go of the halfa's arm. Danny, still as Fenton, immediately faded away. The only way Yassen knew he was still there was from the slight pressure as the halfa awkwardly held his hand. Danny had been sensible enough to know that anyone would have been able to notice the wrinkle in Yassen's sleeve if he were to put any pressure there. "Alex, open the door. We are going to walk out, and we will continue to walk until I say we stop. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," Alex muttered, raising an eyebrow and opening the door with his free hand. Yassen now had his right arm hooked through Alex's left arm.
Alex was the first to leave Fenton Works, followed immediately by Yassen and an invisible Danny. Vlad was, by that point, about to walk up the steps of the house. He stopped and took a few steps back, smiling acidly up at Alex. The older halfa did not have a ghost sense like Danny did, so he had no idea what Yassen really was, or that Danny was standing there. Yassen took charge and led the way down the steps, making sure that Vlad would stay on his right side. "S'cuse me, sir," Yassen apologized in an American accent. Alex had shied around the older halfa without releasing his arm, forcing Yassen's shoulder to collide into Vlad's. The dead Russian knew this would happen though. He smiled at Vlad. His facial expression was friendly, though Vlad was unable to see Yassen's eyes. "Alex and I are looking for his guardian. Have you seen a lady around by the name of Jack?"
"I can't say that I have, sorry." Vlad quipped. "I myself was looking for someone. Have you, by any chance, seen a boy with black hair and blue eyes? He'd be about this fellow's age." Vlad gestured to Alex. The young spy stopped himself from flinching away. "The boy's name is Danny Fenton."
Yassen felt Danny's hand tighten around his in what was obvious fear. The ghost smiled, shrugging his shoulders,
"I haven't seen him lately. Did you try the park? I just saw a kid like that not ten minutes ago when I was on my way over here to pick up Alex. As I said before, we're going to go and look for Jack. She'd be worried sick if she found out that Alex was out alone."
"Very well, then. Good luck to you and your-"
"Cousin, I suppose. Jack is my little sister."
"I see. Well, I best be off."
Yassen nodded to Vlad before walking away. Alex looked away as Vlad smiled acidly again and waved lightly at him. The boy let Yassen walk away, not really caring where he went. Vlad had turned to walk towards the park. Within minutes, the two parties were separate. Without moving his lips, Yassen muttered to Danny to stop shaking.
"Sorry," Danny hissed back, annoyed, "Why don't you try standing three feet from some crazy guy that wants to kill you?"
"I have, and it was easy every time." Yassen replied coolly. "Do not forget who I was. I could kill both of you in an instant. You should be grateful to those who offer their help."
Danny scoffed and rolled his invisible eyes. Yassen ignored him. He turned off to a small side street, and then to a dark alley. From there, he phased them through a wall, and into an even darker room. Here his dim white aura cast a weak glow over Alex's face as he tried to figure out where they were. He stretched his neck as he tried to see the faint shadows that were a few feet away. He kept his arm looped through Yassen's; he didn't exactly feel safe in the dark room.
"If you must know, we're in an old box shop, Alex."
Danny snorted. He knew that the box ghost was still in the thermos where he had left him, but he still could help but chuckle at the irony. Once again, Yassen told him to be quiet.
"On my mark, we'll be leaving." Yassen said, scanning the room quickly. Alex nodded slowly and frowned.
"Wait, Yassen, what was the point of coming in here then?"
"We're not going to leave in plain sight of everyone; that would be foolish."
"What are you talking about? Where are we going?" Danny demanded, loosing his concentration and becoming visible again. His eyes flashed green at Yassen's next words.
"You'll understand in a moment. We are going into the Ghost Zone."
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