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Note: This chapter is mostly brand new but I kept a few snippets here and there that I liked from the previous version and rearranged them. Hopefully things still flow well together since I tried my best to edit everything beforehand as much as possible to avoid grammar issues and such. But I'm only human so I might have missed something, if so then I'll try to fix it asap. Other than that I'm excited to see how things are going to progress from here now that we've reached this point in the story again where tensions are high between Vlad and Danielle. And now that the original gang's all back together, who knows what else might happen during their vacation! Especially with Vallen tagging along too!

Chapter 31: Tides of Change

Danielle's POV

The following morning, we headed over to the hairstylist as planned, with Vlad closely observing the entire process. I think he was too anxious to leave me alone with a stranger, which is understandable given my abduction the night before. But honestly, I was too annoyed with him to really care one way or another why he kept hovering over us like one of his vulture buddies. Still, as I absentmindedly watched the long strands of black hair gradually cascade to the floor, the small sense of freedom it gave me from my old life made it worth the trouble of dragging myself out of bed at the crack of dawn.

I wish I could have donated the rest of my hair to 'Locks of Love,' but unfortunately being half-ghost complicates that sort of thing. For example, I'm actually not entirely sure if my hair will still turn white when I transform, even if it's no longer attached to my head. If it does, that would definitely freak people out. The same goes with donating my blood, since it might cause a allergic reaction in normal people which would also be pretty bad, not to mention dangerous.

Which reminds me, Vlad's secret excursion to the Ghost Zone last night was definitely a rude wake-up call for me, pun intended. While it's true he's mellowed out a lot since I moved in with him after he became my legal guardian, I'm well aware of his troubled past. And there's a line I'm determined to make sure neither of us cross no matter how bad things get. With any luck, I won't need to use the core fragment Nocturne gave me, but I'm also not going to let Vlad manipulate me 'for my own good' again, for obvious reasons. That's why I prefer to keep it as a backup plan in case things take a turn for the worse.

Vlad's been so good to me I nearly forgot how ruthless he can be to his enemies or anyone else who gets on his bad side. And I know exactly what'll happen if I let him get too carried away. Here's the thing though, according to Nocturne, a similar fate awaits me through my parents which as strange as it might sound, actually gave me hope there's still a chance for us reconnect after all. I'm sure Vlad and Jace will be against it, but I have to try.

First things first, I need to talk to Sam and Trish in person about everything that's happened and get their opinion on what I should do next. At least I don't have to go running off to Amity Park in secret since they're already coming here today to visit. Vallen's with them too which I guess does complicate things a little, but thankfully, its not enough to make me second-guess setting up a few backup plans myself.

Speaking of plans, over breakfast once we made it back home, Vlad finally broke the silence by assuring me that he had no intention of canceling the trip. I don't quite remember everything he said since I was only half-listening, but Vlad basically re-emphasized that he thinks I really need a change of scenery and the opportunity to enjoy myself in the company of good friends after what I've been through. Hearing him confirm our vacation plans were still on was a huge relief though, especially since I had been struggling all morning to come up with a way to bring it up without making the tension between us worse. I also noticed a hint of sadness flash in his eyes when he mentioned my friends since Vlad had clearly resigned himself to the fact that I'll probably end up avoiding him as much as possible during the cruise. He's not entirely wrong about that either, because honestly, I'm still pretty pissed off at him for the stunt he pulled.

After we finished eating, Vlad turned to me as soon as we stepped out of the dining room and curtly reminded me to make sure I had everything packed. Then he dramatically settled into the living room with his morning newspaper, waiting for our guests to arrive. But knowing Vlad, he was probably still sulking about what I said last night when I lost my cool and accidentally blurted out that he's not my real dad, which definitely wounded his pride. Not to mention I caught him red-handed sneaking around to confront Nocturne again behind my back, something he's clearly not used to dealing with because usually there's no one around who CAN catch him in the act.

Well fine, two could play at that game. Snatching the newspaper from his hands, I placed it firmly on the coffee table and demanded. "Alright, that's enough pouting for one day. Will you just tell me what's bothering you already? I can tell there's something you're not telling me."

"What would be the point, I wonder?" Vlad replied calmly, keeping a neutral expression as he effortlessly slid the newspaper back from under my hand and returned to the page he had been reading. "After all, you won't believe a word I say, will you?"

Groaning, I dragged both hands down my face and said in exasperation. "Oh come on, I already said I was sorry! And for your information, going after you like that was never about not trusting you, Vlad. I just...didn't want you to have to go through the same horrible experience I did."

Unsure if he was actually listening to a word I was saying since he kept his eyes glued to the newspaper, I kept on word-vomiting and once I started, I couldn't stop myself. "Nocturne's powers are no joke! There were times back there where I couldn't tell what was real anymore and whenever I was on the verge of remembering the truth about what was really happening, I was pulled even deeper into that nightmare who knows how many times. So if stepping in between you and Nocturne could save you from being dragged under, especially if he tried to pull you down in a desperate attempt to escape while you had him cornered, I would do it as many times as necessary because I care about you too. You stubborn jackass!"

Frustrated with Vlad's passive-aggressive behavior, I snapped, shot him an irritated glare, transformed, then flew straight back to my room to make sure to double-check if I had everything packed like he asked me to since I couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. I needed a distraction anyway so I wouldn't be tempted to escalate things even further and punch Vlad in the face to knock some sense back into him. Anything would have been better than whatever the hell that was...

Vlad's POV

Although it pained me to resort to such immature tactics, I needed a valid excuse to speak with her friends alone when they arrived—especially Vallen Gray, for reasons I'll explain shortly. Assuming of course, she doesn't suspect that I'm up to something again already and intends to immediately come back down before I get the chance. While I am genuinely a bit hurt by Danielle's harsh words, I can also empathize with her situation because she is clearly torn between her desire to protect me and feeling betrayed by my lies and besides which I was merely putting on an act to get her to leave of her own volition. I admit I may have acted too impulsively before when it comes to Nocturne, but regardless, I still plan to do whatever I can to ensure her safety during the cruise even if I'm not the one providing it personally this time.

A few minutes later, when Danielle did not reappear, I stepped outside and down the front steps as soon as I heard the limo arrive. Then I patiently waited for it to come to a complete stop before giving them each a welcoming smile as Sam, Vallen, and Trish emerged from the back seat, one by one, after the driver parked and opened the door for them. Trish appeared to have just woken up, blearily rubbing her eyes as she adjusted her glasses, while Sam carried a book tucked under his arm he must have spent his time reading. Vallen on the other hand was the first to greet me, and I returned his friendly handshake before cordially inviting them all to join me inside.

A wave of déjà vu enveloped me as I distantly recalled the day I first met Danielle. At that time, I was also performing for a group of guests I had little interest in engaging with beyond the basic courtesy expected of me as their host. All but a select few, such as Maddie and her children. Now, I find myself hosting this small assembly of teenagers, and it finally sank in that I am the only adult present with no one by my side yet again—not even Danielle, as we are currently in the midst of a rather heated disagreement.

But it's nothing we can't overcome eventually.

"So, where's Dani? I thought she would be the one to let us in," Sam asked, his tone revealing his disappointment as he surveyed the foyer and searched the room for any sign of Danielle once the door closed behind us.

"She'll be along shortly." I promptly replied, briefly using my ghost sense to confirm that Danielle hadn't left her room yet. Seizing this rare opportunity to be alone with her friends, I gestured toward the doorway and said. "I'm sure you're all tired from your journey so would any of you like some refreshments while we wait for Danielle?"

"Oh hell yeah! Dani told me your personal chef makes the BEST food! I can't wait to try it!" Trish exclaimed happily, completely unaware of my true intentions behind the offer.

Laughing, Vallen grinned and remarked, "How can you still be hungry when you packed the most snacks out of all of us? I have never seen a girl eat so much food all at once so you really must have an iron-clad stomach like the rumors say!"

Winking at Vallen, Trish replied with pride, "You know it! I've even won a few eating contests all thanks to this strong stomach of mine!"

"Sure, you say that now," Sam teased, nudging her in the ribs. "But I bet if I handed you a plate of veggies, it would bring you down a peg or two. Especially since all you eat is meat and your stomach isn't built to handle anything else."

To give them a little more time to think about my offer and stretch their legs, I casually strolled past them to briefly remind the limo driver to bring in the rest of their belongings and to wait for further instructions. Shortly after, Danielle deigned to rejoin us at last wearing one of the outfits I had eventually persuaded her to let me buy for her back when she was still quite reluctant to accept gifts. It looked absolutely stunning, consisting of a simple sleeveless turtleneck with a tropical flower design, light blue capris, and a pair of black leather ankle-strap sandals. And if it weren't for Danielle's expression, I might have believed she was truly happy to reunite with her friends after so many months. But the weak smile she wore didn't quite reach her eyes.

Understandably shocked by the sudden and drastic change in Danielle's appearance, Trish hurried over to her and exclaimed, "Oh my god, Dani what happened to your hair?! It used to be so long!"

She cast a brief glance my way before turning her attention to the three of them. Finally, she replied, "I...felt like I needed a change, so I just got it cut today. I meant to do it sooner but things have been too hectic for that. It's kind of a long story," she added sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck purely out of habit, even though her hair no longer draped over her shoulders as it once did.

It's true what they say: the more things change, the more they stay the same. I reflected solemnly as I observed them from the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity to discuss a certain 'project' with Vallen that I hoped he would be willing to assist me with. Once again, Danielle's actions served as a painful reminder that until she finds it in her heart to forgive me, I will be considered an outsider in Danielle's close-knit circle of trusted friends—a position I never anticipated returning to. And I know I only have blame myself for this along with Nocturne, who dared to disrupt the peaceful life we have been striving to build together...

As long as everything proceeds without a hitch in the coming days, however, I may have a chance to redeem myself and rebuild some of the trust I've lost. My complacency nearly made me forget how challenging it was to earn her trust in the first place. A foolish mistake I don't care to repeat if I can avoid it—just one of many in my life that have come perilously close to destroying something I hold dear.