In the year 2006, many people haven't even begun to come anywhere close to cloning a human. Or for that matter, a halfa. Halfas are an anomaly in themselves, and people don't even realize they exist.
Vlad likes to think he's the leading expert in cloning. He had been able to make that wretch of a girl Danielle. She hasn't destabilized yet, thanks to that buffoons "failed" invention.
After that whole fiasco, Vlad made sure to pay Jack a visit. He managed to slip some ecto dejecto from under Jack's nose, then produce his own stock of it. Jack had somehow come up with the last piece needed to stabilize a clone, without even the slightest idea of what it could truly do.
Instead of trying to clone the little badger again, Vlad decided to take a whack at cloning himself. While having a clone of the boy would be useful to tarnish the public's image of him, Vlad could leave his own clone in place of him when crisis strikes and he has a ghostly emergency.
"Clone stabilized. Testing chamber opening in thirty seconds, dearest of mine." Notified the Maddie hologram.
Finally! The first clone of himself. He knew the clone would be stabilized through trial and error and with Jack's invention, but he was curious about the outcome with this first attempt.
The door to the testing chamber whooshed open and the fog piled out. Soon, a small, lanky figure stepped out of the chamber, looking around until his eyes landed on Vlad.
Vlad, shocked, backed away until he bumped the far wall of the lab.
There standing in front of him was the image of his last day at college. Young and skinny, without the vampire get-up. While he did have white hair and glowing, but not yet red, eyes, there was no trace of the ecto acne that had plagued Vlad for decades.
The clone looked around the lab, taking everything in. He then looked at Vlad, a smile cracking across his face.
This clone was a mirror of Vlad's personality before the accident, before he started looking at the world with a cynical lense.
For a moment, Vlad started looking back at all that had happened in his life. The accident, pushing away his friends, tormenting others around him. Looking nostalgia in the face was making Vlad regret some of the things he did.
Had Vlad never pushed his friends away, would he be the same, bitter old man that he is today?
He looked to the phone, itching to pick it up and dial a number. Looking back up at his clone he made a decision, reaching for the phone.
The phone range a couple times, and Vlad worried that no one would answer. But soon he was met with a beat of silence.
"Hey Vladdie!"
Jack's voice boomed over the phone. Even though Vlad had become cruel and distant over the years, Jack never once stopped supporting him. Whether that be from loyalty or a lack of observation. But at this moment, Vlad was glad Jack never really gave up.
"Jack, my dear old fat friend." Vlad said into the receiver. "I need to tell you something."