78A/N: Well, I've decided to continue with this-mainly because of a review left by HermyStar, who really seemd to like Final Choice. So ever since I got that review I've been thinking, and now, here it is, the sequal/second chapter of Final Choice. So if you don't understand this, you may want to go read that first!
Okay, it's been about a week since I made my choice. Nearly seven days since I decided to join my arch enemy. Former enemy now I suppose. Don't get me wrong, I'm sticking to this decision, but it's still a hard concept to wrap my mind around. One of those things easier said than done I suppose.
Glancing out my window I see him fly past again. He showed up the other day, but hasn't bothered to stop by here and bother me, or my family. Strange. I sighed; I guess it was now or never, if I didn't at least try to talk to him, I probably never would.
So with that in mind I changed in to Phantom, and flew out my window after him. I paused a few feet behind him, "Looking for something?" I asked loudly.
Startled, Vlad whirled around, glaring, "And if I am?"
I shrugged, "Maybe I could help?" it took a lot of will power not to shoot at him; old habits die hard I guess. But I've made my decision, which meant that acting civil around the fruitloop- Vlad was included.
He paused, watching me for a moment. I didn't like it, at least talking was doing something, but the silence was just unnerving. I guess he decided I could be of use because he finally said, "Not something, someone."
"Not my mom is it?" I glared, "Oh dad?" what? I couldn't help it.
He smirked in his usual irritating way, "Not today, I'm afraid. I need to find a ghost girl named Mary Sue."
"Mary Sue...?" I asked; please tell me this wasn't another stupid plan of his.
"Yes...You've seen her?" he asked, obviously trying to act like he didn't care and failing at it.
I shrugged, "Sure, Walker arrested her though. Why?"
Vlad sighed, "Then she's long gone by now." he muttered, more to himself than to me.
"And you care about that why?" I asked curiously.
"She was another...prototype-" he began to explain.
"You mean clone." I interrupted, frowning.
He glared for a minute, then continued, "Yes, and another failure at that."
"How so? And how was she my clone when-?"
"I'll get to that." he interrupted, waiting until I sighed then nodded before going on, "She was one of the better clones admittedly, seemed perfect. Thus I named her Mary Sue. A mistake on my part, for when she found out what that name meant, she took it to heart. Believed she was perfect, didn't need help, could trick you herself." he rolled his eyes.
"And the blonde hair? She didn't even look that much like me." I pointed out.
Now he sighed, the look on his face making it clear he'd rather not say, "She bleached it." he muttered, grimacing.
I couldn't hold back a smile, "Black hair not popular with Sues?" I asked, smiling.
I guess the smile came out more of smirk, and my tone more smug than amused, because I received yet another glare.
After a moment he smiled again, "Yes, I suppose she must've been your clone after all. If you two could come to that same conclusion well..." he shrugged, smirking again as he insulted me.
No wonder I'm having so much trouble talking to him.
"I am not that self centered or anything like her!" I snapped, then added, "You're just a failure." Nice Fenton, why can't I just tell him? Why am I stalling?!
"Oh am I now?" the smile faded and a magenta energy crackled around his hands. Obviously I'd pushed it too far.
I sighed; this was not going like I'd hoped it would, and if I didn't knock it off and get to the point I'd ruin my chances on getting help. "No," I forced myself to say, "You've actually won this time." I hated saying that. Even though I was dead set on going through with this, I still wasn't quite over all that he'd done. Still not quite used to the idea that he was right. That I needed his help.
"What?" he asked, warily, and with good reason. I'd never exactly given him a reason to trust me.
"You were right...I can't handle this anymore, can't be the hero..." I muttered, turning away. It killed me to admit this, that I was dropping the purpose I'd given myself. Shaking my head slightly I continued, "I didn't come to fight today. I came to ask if..." I had to pause; this was much harder than I'd thought it would be.
"If...?" he repeated cautiously, waiting for an answer.
I took a deep breathe, "If that offer, from when we first met, is still open?"
A/N: For the record, I never planned on posting a full fledge fic unless I had it all planned out. But I simply couldn't help myself! So please forgive me if it takes a while to update! Hopefully it won't be a whole year this time! Please review! Thanks again to HermyStar for inspiring this!