On a list of ways Vlad Masters could spend his day, he certainly never had "get stuck in an elevator with Samantha Manson" on it.

The day had started like any other; there was a ghost convention in town. Ghost hunters from all over the world came to the infamously haunted Amity Park in hopes of seeing a ghost, but seeing the new inventions from the Fentons (who were a big deal in the ghost hunter realm) and sharing their enthusiasm about ghosts with others would be satisfactory enough. (They really hoped to see a ghost, though.)

Jack and Maddie Fenton had dragged their children to the convention this year, happy they didn't have to travel halfway across the world and their children could join them this time. They wanted Jazz and Danny to experience what they had dedicated their lives to, and to support the presentation of their newest invention. Jazz naturally brought a thick book with her to read, and a notebook for detailing her people watching (and psychoanalysis of said people). Misery loves company, so Danny managed to convince his friends into coming along and keeping an eye out. If a ghost showed up, he wouldn't exactly be able to transform into Danny Phantom at a convention filled with ghost hunters and all their new weapons.

Vlad had shown up to keep up with appearances, and to see what pricey new inventions he could buy for Valerie. Surely, Daniel would know how to handle his parents' weapons, but not weapons made across seas. Most importantly, though, Vlad had shown up for Maddie Fenton.

Vlad glanced around at all of the new inventions, paying close attention to the specifications of the weapons in case he encountered any as Plasmius. He checked his watch. Only ten minutes until the Fenton's presentation. He wouldn't want to miss out on the opportunity to stare at Maddie for an hour and watch Jack make a fool of himself. Vlad smiled to himself as he pressed the button to call the elevator. Maybe if Jack embarrassed them enough, Maddie would finally come running to him instead.

Meanwhile, Danny and his friends were walking the convention floor. Tucker was occupied with a game on his phone, as usual. Sam was on a mission to find the most dangerous looking weapon, and Danny was just trying to keep an eye on things. Sam excused herself to go to the restroom before the Fentons' big presentation, telling Danny and Tucker she would meet them there. Once her bladder was empty and her lipstick was reapplied, she headed for the elevator and tapped her foot impatiently as she waited.

It finally arrived, and Sam started walking towards the inside until she saw Vlad Masters was already occupying the elevator. She contemplated just walking up the five flights of stairs but decided the elevator would be faster and easier. "Why hello, Samantha," Vlad slyly greeted. She sighed as she stepped inside and turned her back towards Vlad, ignoring him and pressing the elevator button repeatedly in hopes that it would make the elevator move faster.

The elevator started moving and Sam switched to chipping some of the black paint off her fingernails when all of the sudden, the elevator stopped. It was way too soon to have gone up five floors already. "Uh oh," she noted and tried pressing the elevator button again with no success.

"Oh, look what you did." Vlad groaned irritatedly and pressed the call button. He waited through several rings before accepting the fact that this convention center was severely understaffed. He would have to remember to do something about that. "Well, it was nice seeing one of Daniel's young friends, but I'm afraid I can't stay and chat."

"Hey! At least have the common courtesy to phase me out, too." Sam glared at him, seeing he was about ready to ditch her when she added, "Just imagine how grateful Mrs. Fenton would be if you saved one of her son's friends from imminent boredom."

Vlad considered the offer, pursing his lips and deciding it would put him in good faith with the Fenton Family if he helped Daniel's pathetic goth friend. He completely forgot about the fact that he wouldn't even be able to tell Maddie exactly how he helped the dark child, but that wasn't important right now. "Very well," he grabbed her arm and was about to transform into his ghostly counterpart until he noticed a camera built into the corner of the elevator, with the little red light on signaling it was recording and pointing directly at him. He sighed and let her go. He could try to find a way to find the footage and destroy it, but he couldn't risk getting caught at a ghost convention, of all things. Not to mention, there was likely a ghost shield up.

Sam followed his gaze when he let go of her arm and sighed, "great." She slid down the elevator wall to sit on the floor, pulling her phone out and texting Danny in hopes he could find some way to get her out. Vlad pulled his phone out as well, and shut his eyes in annoyance as he discovered it was dead. Sam's phone pinged and she read the message, sighing in defeat and putting her phone back into her pocket. "Danny said they are aware the elevator is stuck and are waiting for the maintenance guy to come back from his lunch break and fix it. It may be awhile." She adjusted herself on the floor so she was at least remotely comfortable. It could take ten minutes or it could take two hours for them to be rescued.

After a few minutes of silence, Vlad smirked and spoke up. "Well, since you're here and are forced to listen, how about we discuss how you can convince Daniel to be on my side and-"

Sam cut him off and stood up. "You've got to be shitting me. Danny will never want to join you! He thinks you're creepy, which you are. I mean, you want to marry his mom and have him be your child? That's weird. You're a grown-ass man, you need to get over this shit already. Mrs. Fenton won't leave her husband, especially for you. You are a moron to think otherwise."

Vlad stared at the girl wide-eyed for a moment before opening his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.

"Honestly, you're so pathetic. You hurt and fight with Danny, who is old enough to be your child. Do you really have nothing better to do with your life? Don't you have anyone else your own age to pick on? Because fixating on a child is just gross. And, you can't even fight him yourself! No, you choose another child to do it for you. Lame." She rolled her eyes at him.

Vlad didn't know what to say. He was shocked into oblivion.

"Really, you don't have anything better to do with your time or money? Do you know how much good you could do if you donated money to charities and organizations benefiting the environment? Instead, you choose to dress up like a vampire and be an asshole. Like Mrs. Fenton or any woman would fall for a guy like that. Plus, your whole vampire look? It's so corny. Believe me, I've seen my fair share of vampire movies and read up enough to know they wouldn't dress so stupidly. A cape? Really? Are you seven?"

"I-"

"You really need some hobbies. I mean, what have you even done with your life since you got ghost powers, aside from preying on and manipulating children and trying to grossly seduce a married woman who has zero interest in you? Seriously, get a life. Also, please actually stop with the whole vampire thing, you're ruining it for me." She sat down once again and smirked at Vlad's agape mouth. She had the opportunity, she was going to take it.

"I mean, you aren't terrifying or gruesome at all," she continued, "you're half dead and you aren't even scary or even vaguely threatening. I'm sure more people are afraid of me than they are of you. I honestly don't see why some of the ghosts in the Ghost Zone tolerate you; they certainly don't respect you." Sam picked at a scab on her arm.

"But...I'm scary! People respect me!" Vlad interjected.

"People only pretend to respect you because you're the mayor, and you only won that by cheating. And ghosts don't give two shits about you, the ghost who released Pariah Dark then fled at any hint of a challenge. Danny had to clean up your mess. Honestly, so pathetic." Sam shook her head and watched as she flicked her scab across to Vlad, who flinched, and watched fresh blood rise to the injury. "And you are far from scary. My mom is more terrifying. And she's a small woman who wears pink. Seriously, people see her coming and they move in the opposite direction. Oh gross, I guess that's one thing I have in common with my mom…" She trailed off and made a face.

"I'll have you know, Vlad Masters is well respected in the state of Wisconsin and Plasmius is feared in the ghost zone!"

"Survey says...no." Sam whipped out her pocket knife from her boot and started carving some doodle into the floor. Vlad stared at the girl with wide eyes. What kind of fourteen-year-old girl carries a knife around to doodle?! "Danny beats you all the time and he's younger than you. You've even been half ghost longer! Danny is less experienced and he still whoops your ass, seriously why are you so cocky?" She pointed the knife at him and he grimaced. "You're just a pathetic little man-child who throws tantrums when he can't get what he wants," she rolled her eyes and finished with a "seriously go fuck yourself".

Danny was pacing by the elevator door. It's been 45 minutes and there's no telling what Vlad could be doing to Sam in an enclosed space! She didn't even have many weapons on her. He knows she's tough and can hold her own but still! Vlad had been looking for every opportunity to get back at Danny, and holding Sam as a hostage would be a very good way of doing so.

"Come on, man he wouldn't be stupid enough to pull something at a ghost convention," Tucker started confidently, "er...right?"

Danny groaned, "I don't know! I wouldn't put it past him. God, if he hurts her, I swear-"

"I got it!" Some random maintenance guy pried open the elevator doors with a crowbar and stuck his arm inside to assist.

"Finally!" Danny ran over to the elevator and breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Sam scolding the man for touching her. At least she was alive.

The man quickly backed away and Sam popped her head out of the elevator, which was stuck between floors. "Hey Danny, hold this for a sec," she tossed him her switchblade, which he fumbled in his hands and miraculously caught without stabbing himself or anyone else, as she climbed out of the elevator. She grabbed her knife and stored it back in her boot.

"Did he hurt you? Are you hurt? Tell me what he did I'll-"

Sam ignored Danny's questioning and she glared at the maintenance guy who was backing away slowly from her. "'I got it' my ass," she mocked the man, "the only way you were even able to get a crowbar in the gap is because I made you one with my knife."

"SAM!" Danny started shaking her, "are you okay?!" He looked at her arm where it was lightly bleeding. "You're bleeding!"

"Stop. SHAKING. ME!" Sam shook him back until he cut it out. "I'm fine, this is from the other day with the Box Ghost. Vlad didn't touch me."

"Speaking of Vlad, is he still in there?" Tucker glanced back at the elevator.

After a few moments, out came Vlad Masters, looking as pale as a...well, you know. He was visibly shaken and looked quite disturbed. Once his feet were on solid ground, he took a deep breath and composed himself. When his eyes caught the lavender ones of the goth, he flinched. Sam smirked, while Danny and Tucker each raised an eyebrow.

"Are you alright, Mayor Masters?"

"God, Sam, what did you do to him?" Tucker quipped.

"Nothing! We just had a nice little chat is all…" Sam crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm perfectly fine! I kept the child calm while-" Vlad tried explaining himself but with one look at Sam and one look at him, it was pretty clear who was shaken up about the whole thing. She cocked an eyebrow at him, as if to say "try me". "I, uh, I'm fine. I gotta get going, lots of things to do…goodbye, Daniel. Daniel's friend...Miss Manson, I'm so glad we came to an understanding-"

Sam lunged for him and he ran in the opposite direction. Danny gently held her back with one of his arms, "jeeze Sam, and to think I was worried about you in there." He chuckled.

"You were worried about me?" Sam challenged.

Danny blushed, "I mean...we both, Tucker and I, worried, you know."

Tucker laughed as Danny babbled, "Okay, but really, Sam. What did you do to him? He looks like he's going to throw up!"

"Or shit his pants…" Danny added.

"Or cry…" Tucker continued.

"Funny," she said sarcastically. Sam shrugged, "I just talked to him, gave him some of my Sam Manson charm."

"Oh god."

"Poor guy."