What DP ghost am I?A quiz to see which ghost you are most like.More Like This
[ ]You're no different then your average person
[ ]You get picked on a lot
[ ]Your parents appear to be out to embarrass you
[ ]You have an older sister
[x]Sometimes you argue with your siblings, but in the end, you care about them
[ ]You have a bf/gf that you trust very much
[x]Your friends can be a little strange at times
[x]Your not afraid to admit when you need help
[x]Never turn your back on a friend
[ ]Sometimes its nice to have no one notice you
[ ]You are a very hateful person
[ ]You are manipulative and not afraid to use others for your own personal gain
[ ]You are deeply in love with someone
[ ]But you can't have them because they're already in a relationship
[ ]When someone makes you angry, you must get revenge
[x]You like being in control of others
[ ]You've told a really big secret that you now regret announcing
[x]You can be very charming at times
[x]You really, really like money
Desperate ActsDesperate ActsMore Like This
Vlad Masters sat on the Fenton's couch, his head cradled in his hands as he fought off the blooming headache behind his eyes. For once it had nothing to do with the big orange-clad oaf who paced the room in uncharacteristic worry. He tried to ignore the pain, ignore the raw blisters that marred his face, ignore everything but the ranting going on around him. Already it was getting hard to focus on things.
Only he knew how bad it would get.
Although if they didn't find a cure this time he wouldn't be the only one. He might just be the only one who survived.
“You of all people should have known how dangerous this is,” Jack said as he paced. “You've had this before!”
“It's never been contagious before,” Vlad snarled. “Not that you'll believe me. You didn't believe this was serious the first time, why would you now?”
“That's a low blow, Masters,” Jack growled, stopping in his tracks.
Vlad hauled himself to hi