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 Minding Lost Lambs, Tag Vlad
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 Posted: Apr 4 2017, 01:52 AM
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??? • Beldam • Motherhood • The Other World


the proudest spirit can be broken by love
He liked her world, she could feel it. She always knew when they started to accept it. The door became more solid, the connection was more real. And when she could open the doorway in the Real World….that was when the child had fully accepted her world. And this boy…..he’d been difficult to coax, at first. He was one that she truly felt for - a boy whose family had been killed. She didn’t know how - the details were left unclear - but he was without mother; that was all she needed to know. And so, she had come to him. She brought him to her world, where his mother was still alive, as the Other Mother, with the Other Father. He’d been quitte uncertain - even disgusted - at first. He’d called her some rather unpleasant things, but….it always did just take a little time.

Just a bit of time, that was all.

She’d drawn him in slowly, over the course of almost two weeks - but finally the door had opened in the Real World. The Other Mother had the day planned out - they’d spent the morning together as a family, and for the afternoon, Danny was spending time with the Other Father - they had gone out, while she made lunch. Of yet she’d not heard a peep from the Cat - which was, quite honestly, surprising. He liked to show his face here and there...especially once a child started to believe her world to be the better one. But, no matter; if he’d simply chosen not to interfere this time, she would thank whatever kind spirit had blessed her with this chance. It was so, so rare to have a child to herself without his meddling.

She was making a classic lunch meal - ham sandwiches. She’d toasted the bread, and was slicing cheese and tomatoes. The ham was frying up on the stove - everything was coming together wonderfully. She was humming her usual tune, every now and then just slightly adjusting her apron. Lunch for the three of them - a picnic, no less. They’d come home first, Other Father and Danny, and then she’d have them clean up - after all, only tidy children should be eating food - and then when everyone was ready they would go to the park for lunch. She had a lovely checkered blanket picked out, red and white, and a straw basket. She’d even prepared some nice, icy desserts for afterward.

She felt a tremor along her web, a presence of someone uninvited. But just as quickly as she’d felt it, it was gone.

So, the Cat did make his appearance, then. No matter. Danny was almost hers.
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 Posted: Apr 4 2017, 09:13 AM
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65 • Human [Half-Alive/Half-Dead] • Family • Wisconsin


black ink revenge

Danny Fenton could recall the day his life had changed completely as if it were yesterday. The image of his family's and friend's murder lingered in his mind's eye, haunting him. It brought a heavy feeling of despair and guilt to him. Despite his powers and warnings that had been given to him, he had been unable to do anything. He felt quite useless. What use were his abilities if he could not even save those he cared for the most in his life. Worst of all, he felt as if it were his fault. This could have been avoided, one way or another. Surely it could have.

Still, life forced him to move on.

He was an orphan now- the term was just a bitter reminder of his mistake- and he had quickly swept into the system. Finding a someone to take him in, much to his surprise, had been relatively easy. Danny had expected them to have to go through relatives and figure out who might be a proper guardian and who would even want to take him in. He had forgotten that his mom had always been a bit more prepared for, well, everything than his dad had been. As such, it had only taken a bit of looking.

Apparently, he was going to be sent to his godfather, Vlad Masters. While those around him had been rather surprised that his parents even knew the billionaire, Danny found himself unsure as to what to feel. He had few good memories related to Vlad. However, he found, within this moment, that Vlad...might understand best, perhaps better than anyone.

As such, he had come into Vlad's care with such a mindset. However, putting behind a bad past was easier said than done despite such feelings. He found himself unsure as to how to act. Moreover, he found himself quite miserable, falling into a rather deep slump. Every day seemed like a chore and he carried on with difficulty, wrapped up in his misery.

He doubted Vlad noticed a thing.

The teenager snapped out of it when a rather peculiar doll appeared one day. It was, in the boy's mind, rather freaky. It held a deep resemblance to himself, one which was more unnerving than charming. Holding no interest in dolls and more than creeped out by the doll, he decided to throw it out- or that had been the plan. He had thrown it aside, carelessly forgetting about it, never realizing that there might be eyes watching.

Those eyes did not see much, as the doll was kept to only his room. However, they were given more than enough information. Danny looked over the pictures of his family that he had quite often, sorrowfully remembering Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and his parents. It was not a perfect, or even normal, life that he recalled. Perhaps most helpful of all was the fact that he often spoke to himself.

When the door to the Other World appeared, his curiosity got the better of him. Unfortunately, once he entered the world, he grew enraptured with it. He was home.

Except he was not.

Vlad had sensed a change for the worse in Daniel quite awhile back. It had been clear when the boy had been brought into his care that he was not the same teenaged firecracker that he knew. Rather, he possessed the eyes of someone who had had nearly everything they cared for stripped away from them. It was one Vlad was far too well acquainted with. After all, he often saw it when he looked in the mirror.

Daniel's new behavior was different though. It was not just a deep sorrow that clung to the boy. It appeared to run deeper, something which was not too surprising. After all, the little badger had lost his friends and family. It was only natural that he be depressed. Unfortunately for the half-ghost, he was at quite a lost at what he should do. He had never cared for a child before and this entire experience was new. Moreover, Daniel was a boy in a fragile state. He worried over what he should say to the boy, especially since trust between the two of them would have to be gained.

For a time, he decided to give the boy some space. Unfortunately, he had begun to think this the wrong decision as of late. Daniel had withdrawn into himself as of late, rarely speaking to the elder. He had considered approaching the boy on the matter. Such a matter would do well for the morning, he imagined.

He found himself torn from his train of thought at the sound of a meow. His gaze turned to a cat. Confusion immediately filled him. The creature was not his own pet. It had a far calmer look to it, its gaze a bit more intelligent. Moreover, it was quite thin and had black fur, giving it the appearance of a stray. However, the fact it was even here put him on edge. Vlad had no neighbors to speak of and it would be too far a travel for a cat to get from someplace where people actually lived to here.

There was something off with the cat.

Eyes narrowed, he hesitantly followed the creature, completely on guard. He followed it until the two of them were in Daniel's room, a room which he was noticing was suspiciously empty. Confusion and worry filled him as the feline entered the boy's wardrobe. Cautiously, he opened the door, freezing at the sight of what was clearly not part of the wardrobe. Eyeing the...tunnel, he carefully entered the wardrobe.

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 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 01:32 AM
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??? • Beldam • Motherhood • The Other World


the proudest spirit can be broken by love
The boy had been so broken, and it hurt her. Children….children didn’t deserve to hurt that way. They deserved happiness born from love, from a mother’s love specifically. And while she would scoff and sigh at the poor excuses of mothers that existed - and oh, how she did - it was most often preferred that a child have someone, someone, to lean upon. Whether that someone was the perfect mother….well, the Other Mother could easily fix that. But to have no one….that was the truest of heartbreak. And that was what she had found in this child.

The boy she’d found was living now with a sort of luxury - the adult that had taken him in was wealthy, but love couldn’t simply be bought, oh no. The poor boy lived luxury but for all that he could ever want, the one thing he wanted most was gone for good.

At least in the Real World. But she could make them come back, in the Other World.

As always, her work started with a doll. In this case she’d managed a clever little trick - it had been left with mail from family relatives and...those who wished to write to the billionaire godfather himself. The doll had seemed like nothing but a strange gift for the grieving boy, a smiling little mimicry, nothing more. As always, the doll told her the secrets that she needed. Things that made the boy sad, that made him lonely. He was isolated, he didn’t know how to act in this strange, new environment. The doll had gone largely ignored - but that was for the better. In a wealthy home like this one, such things were easily forgotten, easily left ignored. And so the eyes watched. And they saw. And they learned.

She learned names from the doll. Names of family, names of friends. And from that she began to weave her web, transforming her world into one of wonders, one for him to love, one that would make him love her.

It was a mutual arrangement, after all. She simply wanted to be loved, and he….and he missed his family, no? She could be that family, she could love him. And she did. She gave him all that he wanted - his friends, his family; sure, they had buttons for eyes but….why was that so wrong? They still felt the same, and they still loved him like friends were meant to. It didn’t matter. It was fine this way. And he loved it here, he loved his Other Mother and Other Father and Other Friends.

She was slowly combing his mind with delicate fingers, ready with pinpricks to spike his eyes and be done. It wouldn’t hurt of course, it never hurt. There was just a little sting - like a needle - and then it was all done. She….mmm, she just needed to figure out how to broach the subject. It was harder with the older ones. They had to really, truly love her beyond heart and home. The Other World had to be more than just a retreat from the bad and sad things. He wasn’t quite there yet, but soon...soon….

But all good things had to have their fair share of bumps in the road, no? Hmph...she had no time for annoying felines.

He, though, seemed to have time for her. Of course.

She knew that someone had come to her world, she felt it like a stirring against her web. And that, that was problematic. But, for now, it wouldn’t do any harm - if it was the Cat, he could come and go as he pleased - it wasn’t as though she could keep him out; not permanently. But if it was an uninvited guest….so long as Danny was still away with his Other Friends, all should be just fine. She was just putting away the kitchenware, washing her hands, and heading to dear Danny’s bedroom. She waited outside his door - still closed, of course - and knocked.

”Danny?” Of course, she knew it wasn’t him. But, she spoke as though he was, all the same - as part of a….facade of hers. ”...Are you in there? I thought I heard a sound….”
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 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 04:35 AM
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65 • Human [Half-Alive/Half-Dead] • Family • Wisconsin


black ink revenge

As soon as they entered the wardrobe, Vlad found himself able to enjoy the comfort of a larger space for only a moment. The feline that he had followed turned its attention to him, sharp eyes practically boring through him. "We only have moments before she arrives," the cat said, casually licking its paw. Vlad appeared to be unperturbed by the contrast of a fairly normal looking creature doing things its species normally did not. "Daniel is here and the Other Mother has him."

A frown quickly came to the billionaire's face, displeasure and anger filling him. While he had recognized that something was off with the boy, he had not suspected the boy to have managed to get himself into trouble- again. The idea of finding this...Other Mother and teaching her exactly why it was a poor idea of taking Daniel was beginning to look quite pleasant.

Before he could question the creature, the cat continued. "She is going to approach you," the cat said. It was particularly interesting how the creature could speak to him, but somehow manage to sound as if it was not at all interested in the entire matter. Then again, it was a cat and they tended not to be interested in much except themselves, in his experience. "I suggest you challenge her. She has a...thing for games."

There was a sound at the door, though it was a bit faint. Clearly, it came from the room of wherever the object was in. However, it did not slip Vlad's notice that the cat appeared to be a bit more tense, as if it wished to flee. Carefully, he opened the door. His expression darkened, recognizing the familiar sight of Daniel's old room. For the most part, it looked quite similar to how he remembered it from the rare visit or two he had made to the boy's house when he had been younger and his family quite alive. However, he knew that it was quite impossible for it to truly exist.

Eying the cat for just a moment, he lazily made an energy construct to surround the creature. While it took more energy in his current form, it would suit his needs at the moment. Quickly, he opened the door. It would last just a moment before disappearing, allowing the creature to flee. If this place was even remotely similar to Daniel's home, it was probably best not to test if its entire structure was the same.

By the look of the creature before it floated out the window, it was not pleased. A shame, but a matter for another day.

Calmly, the man collected himself before walking over to the door and opening it. It took a great deal of strength to keep his smile in place at the face before him, as grief and rage swirled within. However, he was quite used to wearing a façade of happiness and kindness. His feelings could simmer underneath for now. He had something far more important to deal with.

"I am afraid not, Ma'am."

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 Posted: May 7 2017, 12:53 AM
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??? • Beldam • Motherhood • The Other World


the proudest spirit can be broken by love
She really should have anticipated that something would, eventually, go wrong. It always did, or...well, almost. When it was going so smoothly….she really should have expected that it wouldn’t last. She had to play things very carefully now...there was no telling who the Cat had roped into this situation. To her knowledge, Daniel didn’t have any family left - and as far as friends went, she didn’t know how they could possibly have found out. She wasn’t about to take chances with this one; she had to be careful. And for now, she had to behave as though everything was perfect and normal.

She pretended, for now, as though her charge was behind the door. Daniel, her boy. She knew of course that he’d gone out to play, but the uninvited guest certainly did not; and for them to hear her voice, calling to her son, would give her the advantage of seeming clueless, confused. Whomever this was had been brought by the cat - which meant that they had likely been told a great many little whispers about her. What she was, what she liked. The Cat knew too many things. She really did need to sew his mouth shut one of these days.

The one to open the door was a man. Older, with greying hair; perhaps a….family friend to his parents? That was the first thought that came to mind. The first, most plausible possibility. He had a calm demeanour about him, but that only meant he was a threat; after all, this was her world - he surely realized it was….different, this was an act then. But….no matter; she would keep her own calm demanour just the same. She drew back in mock surprise, a hand resting over her breast, her lips curling in the faintest of smiles. For a short while, she was silent. But then-

”Oh...ah, I can see that…” There was a quiet keening, thoughtful sound. ”That’s certainly troublesome….did you...get lost, sir?” Her voice was calm, relaxed, but there was an edge to it. After all...there really was no way this man could possibly have gotten in here by accident. She gave a soft chuckle. ”It seems I have...an uninvited guest. Come out into the kitchen, won’t you? I’ll fix you up some tea, if you like.”
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 Posted: May 7 2017, 05:38 AM
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65 • Human [Half-Alive/Half-Dead] • Family • Wisconsin


black ink revenge

At some point in Vlad Masters' life, he had become an expert at lying. While the man could place no date upon when it happened, he knew that it had happened sometime after he had been released from the hospital and began to create his fortune. The practical youth had become an embittered and lonely man who spent each day of his life lying. By the time he had dared to see Jack and Maddie again, the parts of him that were false and the parts that were true were indiscernible, for this was how great his lie had become.

Naturally, it could be of no surprise that he could spot a liar just as well as he could tell a lie.

Ignoring his impossible surroundings, the man knew that the false image of Daniel's mother before him was a liar. However, he was sure that she was a different sort of liar than he was. Vlad had always used facades, building up images that others might take well. Yet, there had always been truth within a fair amount of his words, particularly when speaking to Daniel. In fact, he had probably graced the little badger with more truth than he had any other individual. In contrast, this woman's lies went beyond a mere façade. She wore a face that was not her own and crafted illusions. Her lies created a reality, like a spider weaving a web.

And this one happened to have his godson. While he was used to liars, he held no love for people who overstepped their bounds. Such people usually got...hurt. It was such a shame truly. He did wish that they could be a bit more careful. Accidents were such tragic things after all.

"Lost?" he echoed, polite smile unwavering. He ignored the edge to her voice, choosing to return it with calm words that he doubted she would interpret well. "No, I think not. In fact, I believe I am right where I need to be." He eyed her for a moment, absently reminded of the last time he had had tea near Maddie. If he recalled correctly, she had poured it on him. "Yes, I think that would work well. I imagine that you and I have much to talk about."

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 Posted: May 29 2017, 11:03 PM
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??? • Beldam • Motherhood • The Other World


the proudest spirit can be broken by love
Adults were more difficult to deal with, certainly, than children. Adults….had a certain unwillingness to accept her truths. They were bound to the world that they called “real” and refused any new ones - a true shame, and certainly a bother in cases like this, where one managed to find his way inside her world. Though, that he had made his way here indicated one of two things; he was not so grounded in the real world as other adults, or he had help. Perhaps it was both. The Cat did like to bring guests uninvited into her home, and for the life of her she couldn’t keep the blasted thing out.

But now she had his mess to clean up. That was a shame…

She was really quite starting to feel attached to her new son. She hoped that he wasn’t here for the boy. She...didn’t like to give her children up. Certainly not to neglectful adults. Of course, she didn’t know if he was here for the boy at all - but she had a rather annoying feeling; after all, the Cat didn’t tend to bring just anyone into her world. He was here for….her child. And she, as every protective mother, was not willing to give him up. She would protect her son.

She remained calm as he addressed her; she could feel danger from this man, he was not to be trifled with. But….he was in her world; she was the Queen of this web, she could make it however she so chose. If they were to face one another it would be on her own terms. She smiled, gesturing airily with a hand out of the room. ”Come along, then, will you?” She gave a ruby-red smile and led him into the kitchen, snapping her fingers. The kitchen….seemed to come to life, the wares moving of their own accord - a white blanket settling itself over the table, pristine dishes set down, and the kettle boiling itself. The Other Mother hummed, sweeping over towards the pantry. ”If you’d like, I could make you something to eat as we talk. But….you said you have a matter to discuss with me?”

It was, in a way, a show of strength; her own abilities controlled this world - it was a sort of….passive-aggressive show upon her own strength.
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 Posted: May 30 2017, 12:11 AM
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65 • Human [Half-Alive/Half-Dead] • Family • Wisconsin


black ink revenge

There were a few rules that people often forget or believed when playing a game. The most foolish of them was the notion was that home territory meant a natural advantage. To an extent, it could be true. However, it did not mean that one had to play by the terms given and set. The thing about life- about the world- was that it was not a chess game. Given terms could be manipulated against an individual and advantages could be destroyed.

Vladimir Masters was a man who was quite good at both. In fact, one might be able to say that it was in his blood. Curious what an accident could do.

Airily, he followed the woman. As they went downstairs, the wrongness of the environment grew. Vlad had been to Jack and Maddie's home before, despite being a relatively unwanted guest at the time. As someone who had noticed everything he had thought to be a fault in Jack Fenton's life, he noticed every difference no matter how small. The kitchen had never been a pristine place. Instead, it had been one that had seemed to be barely used. It was not surprising as Jack had never known how to cook. Maddie had shown some knowledge of cooking, but exactly how far that went he could not say. If anything, the kitchen had been but another extension of their lab, constantly filled with destruction and equipment.

The blatant use of magic was even more wrong. Jack and Maddie had held deep beliefs in ghosts, though their beliefs had been antagonistic. They had never seen them as something natural, just an extension of life and death, but as abnormalities. It had been their life goal to destroy and learn about them. There was a reason that the billionaire had viewed Daniel like a son. The child had never possessed parents who could understand what he had become after his accident.

A feeling of deep contempt rose within him and it took a great amount of effort to conceal it. He could not allow his emotions to get the better of him. His powers tended to...leak out when he was not careful.

"Tea is fine," he said lightly. If anything, he barely trusted the tea itself. There was no reason to clutter a table to items he would likely not touch. Sitting himself down, he eyed the woman for a moment before a polite smile touched his face. "Indeed," he said coolly, "I believe the name-" He paused, barely withholding a grimace. He doubted that this woman would know Daniel by his birth name. The boy enjoyed going by Danny and the half-ghost was quite sure that he was the only one who called the boy Daniel. "Danny Fenton is familiar to you?"

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 Posted: Jun 12 2017, 01:03 AM
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??? • Beldam • Motherhood • The Other World


the proudest spirit can be broken by love
Each step was measured. This was not her usual sort of guest - nor was it her usual sort of prisoner. She had brought adults to the Other World before; when the children misbehaved, taking the parents was a good way to ensure their cooperation. But, usually she went about it another way; she captured them and put them inside of things - Christmas decorations, snow globes, fancy glassware, anything she could fit a little person inside. But this one had come of his own accord. She hadn’t woven him into a web as he slept - no, he found the door himself and chose to enter. She would have to handle him carefully. If she played her cards right, then perhaps she could have him her prisoner all the same. Not like her new to-be son would notice. He would be happy here.

They always found happiness here.

She watched with mild amusement as he took the tea; there was a hint of reluctance, and on the whole he seemed quite tense. Though, adults generally were in the Other World. It didn’t make sense to them the way it did for children. They were just too dull in their age to find fancy in fantasy. He probably didn’t trust it, expecting the tea to get up and dance in its cup. The tea, though, was ordinary. Flavourful in ways that the Real World could not offer, but ordinary all the same. She took her own cup of tea to her lips, taking a careful and slow sip as the man slowly eased through his words. She lifted it to her lips and hummed. ”Danny is the boy I’ve taken in.” She gave a light smile, sitting back. ”His parents are no longer with us. I did him the courtesy of opening my doors to him. Do you like it here? It’s all his, if he wants it. And I’ve given him several days to explore it if he so chooses. He’s come back every day, you know. I’m quite pleased, I think he likes it here. I live to make him happy. After all, I am his True mother.” She quirked a brow at the man. ”And just who are you to him?”

There was a small threat to her voice. After all, she wouldn’t have anyone threatening her children.
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 Posted: Jun 12 2017, 05:21 AM
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65 • Human [Half-Alive/Half-Dead] • Family • Wisconsin












checkmate!




Chess was a game that Vlad had always prided himself in being quite good in. It required a logical and strategic mind. In many respects, life was like the game. However, it was far more unpredictable. Logic sometimes had to be abandoned and unpredictability had be acquired. It took a manipulative person to become excellent at playing the game that was life. He did like to think that he had become quite good at playing it. After all, most of what Vlad Masters currently had had been gained through underhanded methods and there were few people who knew or suspected this. Perhaps the only thing that he had not gained in this manner was Daniel. In many ways, the little badger had come to him almost by accident. If Jack and Maddie had ever mentioned making him the boy's godfather, he had long forgotten it due to his years of bitterness and obsession. Moreover, he had truly not caused the tragedy that had brought the boy to him. He had always wanted Jack dead, but the amount of damage that had been done on Daniel's life was something he had never wanted. Seeing it in action had been enough for him to realize that he had made mistakes in how he had treated the boy.

He would not let this woman- if she could even be called that- take away the only good thing to enter his life. He had sworn to raise and protect the boy, something which he had always viewed himself capable of doing. He would do so no matter how difficult it was.

He did have to wonder how difficult an opponent the woman would be though. The cat that had brought him here had mentioned a weakness for games. Ironies aside, it was something that he would certainly take advantage of as long as it meant he got Daniel back.

Though, it appeared that he did not have to do much in regards to getting an answer about that thought. The woman clearly knew far less than he had thought. In fact, she did not seem to even know who he was. This ignorance translated into how she spoke to him. She offered too much information, carelessly telling him about who she was.

He find it all laughable, particularly when it was quite clear that she was threatening him to a degree. His true mother, hm? The woman was quite lucky that Maddie was not alive. Daniel's mother might have been human, but she had been a force to be reckoned with and she would have likely made that clear if someone had dared to make such a statement about either of her children.

He doubted she had or would approve of Daniel's placement with him considering how their relationship had changed over time. Nonetheless, he would simply have to do her work in her place. After all, it was not as if he didn't want to crush this woman. Claiming to be Daniel's mother when she knew so little- why it was sacrilegious in a way.

A true enemy was something that Vlad Masters was never subtle with. Sharp, cutting, and cruel- that was his way. "I doubt it," he said calmly, stirring his tea. He had known Danny for years and knew him well enough- knew and sympathized with his situation well enough- that he knew the boy was not happy. He was desperate and was looking for a solution. If this was Daniel's idea of a solution, then he was not happy.

His lips spread into a smile that oozed confidence and amusement. "Me?" he said, raising an eyebrow, "I am many things to him." Rival, enemy, oh how the list went on. Most of them were foolish notions considering that he had never quite viewed Daniel as his enemy. The boy was too young and unrefined with his powers for that. If anything, he had viewed him more like his son. "But the most important one is probably that I am his godfather." He eyed her for a moment. "And you currently have my ward."

Setting down the spoon, he picked up the cup for a moment before taking a sip. If it was poisoned he imagined that she might discover that it was a bit hard to kill him. Being half dead tended to do that to a person. "From the sound of it, I will not be able to convince you to return Daniel. However, I believe we might be able to come a compromise- a game of sorts for who might be Daniel's...guardian." His lips pulled into a light smile. "I have quite a weakness for games, you see."

It was a blatant lie, but there was nothing like implanting false notions in a person's mind to put them at a disadvantage. If he left her largely ignorant of what he was like then she would have no idea who she was dealing with. He would hold the advantage even if she had any idea about who he was. He doubted it though. However she had been gathering information, it clearly had not been the most efficient of methods. Otherwise, she might have recognized him on sight.




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 Posted: Jun 25 2017, 05:27 PM
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??? • Beldam • Motherhood • The Other World


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This wasn’t the boy’s father, not so close of blood - if he was even a blood relative - to come looking for the boy. So then why was he here? There was something, a piece of information that she was missing. Something important. If this was a game of chess, then the board was pitched in half-darkness. Or perhaps only a third, she was being too generous. But she would find out what his purpose was in time, with polite smiles and offerings of tea and cakes.

She was the first to volunteer information - this was her web, she was the one to have woven each thread. She could rip it apart and change it on a whim, this was just another boring adult who had no concept of the world around him. That was only further characterized by his simple, dismissive words - adults had such cruel tongues, and his was no exception. The Other Mother hummed, steepling her fingers together as she reclined in her seat. Doubtful….doubtful….she’d have him doubting alright. But not what he thought now. He would doubt his own opinions and know her to be the true mother - after all, that was what she was. She could have even been his, if he had ever called out to her with his heart.

He was far too cryptic for her liking, though, his response giving nothing at all, and to her own shame there was a faint downward turn of her lips. She was about to open her mouth to scold him, only to pause when the man divulged further information - and her buttons glinted ever so slightly.

Ah, he was the boy’s Godfather then. That was….unexpected. A bit annoying, unexpected, but no matter. Daniel would make the right choice, in the end.

”Ah, is that so.” Her lips drew further along in her smile. ”He’s never spoken of you before.” It was a very small slight, really, a petty kind, but she was all about petty slights, the pinpricks that went largely unnoticed. She, too, took a sip of her own tea, matching his own gesture with a lilting grin. He was quite right that she wouldn’t be giving him up so quickly; he had thus far been very [interested[/i] in her honey world, whyever would she take that away from him? But then, the man had mentioned….

A weakness for games.

The Other Mother paused, eyes flashing once more, and she set down her cup with an ever-polite smile. There was a moment of silent consideration, before she nodded her head. ”Perhaps we’re not so different, you and I.” She tilted her head, smiling warmly. ”Tell me, what do you have in mind?”
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There were certain weaknesses that Vlad never liked to admit to having. One of the greatest ones would have to be how often he dwelled in the past. It was not unusual for him to consider what might have happened if he had not bothered to examine the portal, but if he had taken the time to speak to Maddie. Would he still be unmarried and childless? Would Maddie be dead? Would Daniel be miserable? However, he had also begun to realize, slowly, that these fixations were unhealthy. It was easy to see when he gazed upon Daniel. Of course, this did not mean that he had fixed them. In many ways, he had no ideas how to fix them. Nonetheless, he knew, when he looked upon Daniel, that he did not want the child to be like him.

Offense did not flourish through the billionaire at the woman's words. Instead, his lips curved into a sardonic look. He was quite used to insults and barbed comments. He could easily remember the comments that he had gained from spending time with Maddie and Jack. The proof could be found in one of the few photos he still had of them. Jack was no longer in it, but in the background the taunting faces of their classmates could be seen.

"I imagine he would not," he admitted, "He is not in a good place after all." In fact, he was quite sure that Daniel was in a worse place than he had ever been. He had been clouded in sorrow for a fair amount of time and that sorrow had clearly turned into something else. He supposed that was not unusual. After all, the child had lost everyone dear to him and he was sure that it would take time for the boy to warm up to him at all.

Yet, perhaps that was what made this woman worse. She was clearly taking advantage of the terrible state his godson was in.

Ah, but he had caught her attention. He could see it. She might not have had eyes as he did, but those buttons clearly flashed. Moreover, her silence was even more telling. It appeared the cat had not been lying. Now, he supposed, it was only a matter of how good a player she was. He was quite good even without his powers, but he imagined that he might need them this time. After all, two of a kind always should play in similar manners, no?

"A game of riddles," he paused before glancing at her with a light smile, "Unless you had an idea already?"




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The man wasn’t a fool, to be sure. At the very least, he knew she had just slighted him with her tongue; but he made no attempt to speak against it. In fact he appeared to agree - she supposed that was fair, perhaps even the wiser choice action on his part, given that there was no way he could deny it. The boy hadn’t spoken of his existence - something that, she would admit, put a bit of a damper on her plans. As far as she had known, there was no adult supervision in the boy’s life; that this man had now waltzed not only into her plans but into the world of dreams and desires, she certainly was miffed to say the least. But it was nothing she couldn’t handle. This was, after all, her world he had stumbled into. It would do as she asked. She could bend it however she liked.

”The boy’s been down, but who can blame him? Given his condition...the circumstances…” There was a touch of genuine sympathy to the Other Mother’s words. Of course, she truly did mean to love the boy - so her sympathy to his heart was expected. She shook her head sadly. ”He’s only ever happy when he comes here. I just do what I can, as his mother.” She knew that this man didn’t see her as such - but she would perpetuate it, her stance as the boy’s guardian. She would be his mother. She would lift his sorrows, and would love him, and give him everything he always wanted. And he, in turn, would love her.

She waited quietly with a patient sort of smile as he collected his thoughts. Ordinarily, she played her games with the children - she liked many a sort of game, but especially liked those that required at least some semblance of mental fortitude. She was pleased, then, with the suggestion that he gave, her lips turning up into a smile, her head relaxing backward, fingers steepling. ”I think that sounds like an excellent game.” she murmured, tilting her head. ”And what terms did you have in mind? What are the terms of this riddle game of yours?”
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There was only one thing that Vlad could find himself capable of coming to some agreement with this creature upon and that was Daniel's state. It was understandable that the boy had drifted into a miserable state after what had happened. After all, he probably saw himself as alone to the world. Vlad could understand such a feeling. He too had once lost everything in his life. When he had had his accident he had expected the support of at least his friends. It was too much to expect his parents to come. They were poor and the only reason that he had been attending college was through scholarship. It had been enough that they had sent a letter.

Instead, he received nothing. It had felt like a betrayal. Instead of the support of his only friends, Jack had swept Maddie away and they gotten married while he was trapped in a hospital. It had felt like Jack had broken some unspoken rule. Yet, he had later realized it was not surprising. Jack had always been an idiot, someone that he had often disagreed with despite their friendship.

A dark seed had wormed its way into his heart and he had grown bitter and alone. He had never been a good man and his loneliness had only made him worse. He did not want the same fate for Daniel. The fact that someone was taking advantage of his godson's sorrow and casting him into a world of fantasies was despicable.

Taken advantage of by a creature who thought she was his mother. Maddie was probably rolling in her grave.

His lips quirked at her acceptance of the game. "Quite simple," he said lightly, "First one to get a riddle wrong loses. If I win, I receive Danny- all of him." Perhaps a bit crude to be playing for his own godson, but he cared little upon the matter. "As for what you would receive if you won, well, that is up to you."




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The Other Mother found that she didn’t much like this man. Not for any….immediately distinctive reason that she could place - rather, it was because of how cagey he seemed to be. This was someone who kept to himself, kept everything to himself. He didn’t seem to emote, he certainly wasn’t about to show his thoughts….he was the mysterious type of man. She didn’t really like those kinds - they weren’t very good company. They tended to be unintentionally rude with their bluntness and curtness. They were brusque and uncharming. He was no different.

She steepled her fingers as she waited for his response, her own behaviour still pleasant - as a lady and a mother should be. Truth be told she was eager - she did love games quite dearly, but it was proper to keep that excitement to herself, carefully guarded. The terms of their game…..well they were very simple - but also daunting. A single failure was a loss. But she enjoyed steep consequences - that was the way the world worked, in the end; there were no do-overs. If you failed, then you failed.

But she wouldn’t be losing her boy.

”If I win…” Her lips curled as she gave a soft hum, catching his eye with her own glinting buttons. ”I don’t think I want to keep you in my world...but I wonder if you could be of use to me. That cat….I’m sure he’s spoken to you, or else you wouldn’t have suggested a game. I’d like you to kill it. All nine of its lives, if you wouldn’t mind. That’s what I ask for, if you win.” She sat back with a smile. ”Those are my terms. Shall we…..begin?”
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