YAY POCKY! I love Pocky, since I can't drive; it's hard for me to get it all the time. I wonder if they have Pocky in England…anyway, the end of this fiction is here, there will be a sequel, I promise. Gun slinging American by the name of Alexander Hunter is out, see ya lovelings again soon. By the way, listen to my theme song 'Hair of the Dog' By Nazareth. If you start preaching about 'That's not right' or 'That shouldn't happen, it's sacilage' I swear I will hunt you down, gut you, and use your own intestines to strangle you with, then I'll take a piss on your corpse and start dancing to my theme song on your skull.

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"It appears I am trapped," Vlad said to himself. He had woken up on the couch with Danny laying mostly on his legs, head pillowed on his chest, and The Count sprawled across his neck, those sharp little claws very close to his jugular.

"Shhh, sleeping," Danny yawned and held tighter to Vlads' waist, snuggling his head against his lovers abs.

By some amazing feat, Vlad managed to disengage himself from the two beings without being harmed or waking them in the process. Transforming into Plasmius, he picked Danny up bridal style, dumped the cat on his chest, and transported them to their room.

It was 6am, quickly he scribbled a note and laid it on his pillow knowing Danny would see it before he disappeared. Today was Christmas Eve and he had a few things to take care of before everyone awakened.

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Danny woke to an empty bed. He looked at Vlads' side and saw the note.

My dear Daniel, I will be back in the afternoon. I had a few matters to take care of, do not bother asking why I did not take you.

V

P.S. Do not molest the vacuum in my absence…or anything else for that matter; I dislike replacing things because of your teenage hormones.

Danny just laughed and cuddled with his lovers' pillow, it was going to be a long day.

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"DANNY! WAKE UP!"

Danny opened his eyes and glanced at the clock, it was only 3pm. "NO!" He shouted his voice thick with sleep. "I DON'T WANNA!"

"JUST BECAUSE VLAD ISN'T HERE DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN STAY IN BED AND SULK ALL DAY!" Sam yelled

"YES IT DOES!"

"I'M GOING TO GIVE YOUR STUBBORN AS THRITY SECONDS TO GET OUT HERE OR I WILL GO IN THERE AND GET YOU! AND I SWEAR I WILL NOT BE NICE WHEN I DO IT!"

In the blink of an eye Danny was out the bedroom door completely dressed.

"I knew you would see it my way," the gothic girl smirked and put her switchblade back into her pocket.

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Vlad returned to his mansion and was immediately tackled upon entering the foyer.

"I missed you," Danny said and wrapped his arms securely around Vlads' waist.

"I noticed, now let me up. I have a few things to put away before I can entertain you," Vlad laughed and disengaged Dannys' arms. "Do I need to replace anything?"

"Only the vacuum," Danny teased making Vlad roll his eyes.

Turning into Plasmius, he transported somewhere and returned a moment later. He turned back into Vlad and landed gracefully in front of Danny.

"Samantha and Tucker returned home yet?"

"Yeah, your driver dude took them to the airport not to long ago," Danny said and returned his arms to around Vlad as they walked up the stair towards their room.

"Good, that means I can do this without being watched," Vlad smirked and commenced in taking Danny against the stairway banister.

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That night, after a rather romantic candle lit dinner, they snuggled on the couch in the den.

Vlad stood and then kneeled in front of Danny. Out of his pocket he pulled out a ring, it was white gold with a single emerald. "Daniel, I love you very much. Would you do the honor of marrying me?"

Danny burst into tears and flung himself on his older lover, burying his face against Vlads' neck, repeating yes over and over again. He pulled back with a goofy grin on his face.

With a small smile, Vlad took Dannys' hand and slid the ring onto the teens' slender finger. He looked at it a minute before capturing his new fiancés' lips in a painfully tender kiss.

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:Sniff: This scene made me cry when I was writing it…wait who put these fucking onions here! Just joking, maybe I shouldn't have been listening to 'Love Hurts' by Nazareth. I don't know :sniff, grabs tissue box and beings to hand tissues to random crying fans:. I promise a sequel if I stop crying anytime soon. Damn, a tough as nails gothic psychopath reduced to tears by a fanfiction, it's :sniff: pitiful.