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flutteringdreams-matw · 3 years

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Out of Time (6)

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Previously: Vlad and Maddie talk about cores. Clockwork gives some answers and proposes more questions. Dani shows up at Val's.

Now: Some exposition before Dan and Danny round 2 - ghost zone edition. Fight scene (T rated, cw for choking)

Link to the next chapter will be in the replies once posted. As always - please let me know what you think!

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"Let me get this straight," Valerie started, eying the young girl across from her from the stovetop. She turned the pancake over in the pan and nudged it slightly. "You just happened to show up a few days ago from the Ghost Zone and just… hung out in the town when Phantom put the shield up? All on your own?"

Dani nodded, putting another piece of her pancake in her mouth. "Yep," she said, mouth full. "Not hard really – ghosts don't need to eat much. With that shield up, none of the natural portals have opened in the city – and I wasn't just going to leave."

Valerie put another pancake on the table before pouring more batter into the pan. "And you didn't reach out to your cousin because…"

Dani frowned. "Something's wrong," she said worriedly. "This isn't like Danny; this shield … whatever reason it's up is because he wants to protect the town. He and the Fentons must be facing something big and I don't want to get in their way."

Valerie turned the stove off, adding the last pancake to the stack between them, before she plopped herself at the table. Putting her head in her arm, she looked across at the young girl with a frown. "I don't think Phantom would mind. He seemed pretty worried about you the last time you were here."

Dani smiled. "Of course he wouldn't," she agreed. "The Fentons would love for me to stay too. But they've done so much for me and I don't want to be a burden. Or Danny worrying about me on top of everything else." She grabbed another pancake from the stack between the teens and helped herself. "Besides, other than the Fentons… my only options were you, a Ghost Hunter, or Vlad. I figured I'd chance it."

Valerie frowned in disgust at the mention of the mayor. "Yikes."

Sensing the girl's conflict, Dani waved her off. "It's fine. Vlad gets all of us at the beginning. Besides, you and Danny worked together to save me; figured you couldn't be all bad."

Valerie opened her mouth to argue that she didn't regularly team up with the ghost kid but stopped herself. This kid was all alone and was worried about Phantom, the only tangible relative she had. While Valerie had her opinions about the ghost teen, she couldn't burst this girl's bubble. Besides, if she managed to get information from the girl, it'd be a bonus.

"Sorry about dinner, Dad's working the night shift and pancakes are my go-to in times like this."

Dani grinned. "Are you kidding? Pancakes are the best! I mean… I didn't even know what they were until now!"

Valerie chuckled; she knew she liked this kid. The two girls sat in a comfortable silence for a little bit, before the news bulletin from earlier that day repeated with sharp shrill. Dani whirled around, the grin sliding off her face as she watched the fight from earlier. "Danny…" she whispered worriedly. The half-ghost turned around, distraught. "Is he okay?"

Valerie sighed; wincing again as she watched Phantom fall right after his last attack, Lance Thunder appearing to a repeat of what he witnessed. "I don't know," she answered honestly.

"We need to help him!" Dani exclaimed, a ring of light appearing at her waist. Valerie stared at it for a moment, remembering how the ghost girl transformed, before running and putting her hands on Dani's shoulders.

"Hold up - That was hours ago," the older teen replied soothingly. "There's no way of knowing where he would go if injured. Or if those ghosts were on his side."

Dani pouted, the light disappearing. "But –"

Valerie sighed. "I know you're worried, but Phantom's – and I can't believe I'm saying this – strong. I'm sure he'll be fine. The blasted ghost just doesn't stay down. If he's not back to his insufferable self by tomorrow, then you should worry."

Dani stared at the girl, a look of confusion dancing across her face before it lit up in realization. "Oh," she exclaimed softly. "He didn't tell you, did he?"

Valerie frowned in confusion. "Tell me what?"

"Nevermind," Dani replied quickly, brushing her off. She smiled gratefully. "You're right – I'll call the Fenton's tomorrow. If anyone knows where Danny Phantom might be, it'd be them." Valerie's face went from curious to uncomfortable very quickly. "What?" Dani asked, worried that she might have upset the girl.

Valerie looked away from her. "That'll be all you," she said, cheeks turning red. "My only contact with the Fentons is through Danny. He and I might be civil, but I really don't want to talk to my ex about this. He gets enough ghost stuff from his parents."

Dani was silent for a moment, before smiling from ear to ear. "Hold up….Danny Fenton is your ex?" she asked sneakily. Valerie nodded, bewildered as the two teens stared at each other. Finally, Dani burst out laughing, pointing and making noises.

"What!? He's scared of ghosts!" Valerie continued over the girl's laughter. "If we stayed together, ghosts would use him as bait to get to me!"

Dani laughed harder still, tears in her eyes. Valerie sighed glumly, watching as her new house guest laugh herself to the floor.

:-=-:

Everything hurt. Everything. The raw energy that now flooded him was only just holding Dan at bay. The evil ghost yelled something over the strong crackles of electricity and howls of the wind. Was this what Clockwork warned him of? Was this all he could do? It couldn't be.

He was tired – run ragged from everything he endured. He let his own powers push outward, feeling not only raw but core energy expend out of him.

The Ecto-Storm released – pain….the world exploded in pain.

Green eyes met a pair of fearful eyes in a distance – two pairs? –

An explosion and it all went dark…

Danny gasped as he awoke, looking around widely as he readjusted from his nightmare. He was sitting with his back against his door, looking inward into his room. Did I just pass out? Everything seemed so much bigger from down here, so far away. Danny frowned as he remembered his conversation with Clockwork and Ethelwulf. Was this another glimpse of the future?

Danny stood slowly, grabbing the door quickly as his knees buckle. He felt his core shift violently at the sudden movement. "Come on," he muttered, shaking his head. Almost as if responding, his core quieted and he felt stronger, standing up on his own. Danny frowned -There were no sparks violently going through him, his base powers were holding. If Sam was right… then what he just saw will happen. Danny shuddered as that thought went through him, bile rising from the back of his throat. "Get a grip," he muttered. "It could be worse."

Sure – keep telling yourself that Phantom voiced from the back of his mind.

A small explosion from downstairs erased his rebuttal. Danny furrowed his brow as he opened the door cautiously. Another sound, this time from an ecto-gun, came up from the lab. "Hello?" Danny called from the top of the stairs. When no response came, he sped down the stairs and down to the lab. "Mom? Dad?" As he reached the bottom he stopped, suddenly taken aback by the commotion in the lab.

His parents were at opposite ends of the lab; his Mom was facing off against Jazz and Sam with various weapons and tactics while his Dad, Ethelwulf and Tucker were hunched over at the main console in deep conversation. He looked at both ends of the lab, half amused, half relieved at what he was walking into.

"Overwhelming – isn't it?"

Danny jumped as Clockwork appeared beside him, his time staff resting on the ground softly. Blue eyes met red for a moment as the world continued beyond them. Danny chuckled slightly. "Nah, I'm used to it," he replied with a genuine smile as he turned back to the multiple activities of the lab.

Clockwork stared at Danny, regarding him in pity. "That's not what I meant," the old ghost told him. Danny's smile fell slightly, but he didn't look at Clockwork. "I would be surprised if it wasn't overwhelming; you're only fifteen. You've had to deal with Time in ways none of us have before. Just remember you are not alone; you do not have to suffer through these visions on your own."

Danny said nothing, standing in silence next to the Time Master as he watched his friends and family interact with each other. "You're right," he said, finally turning to Clockwork. Clockwork raised an eyebrow, inviting the boy to go on. "I had another vision. Whatever these things are, the one thing I know is I'm going to face Dan." Danny crossed his arm and frowned in thought. "If only there was some way to find out –"

"No," Clockwork interrupted sternly. Danny jumped, wide-eyed at the tone. "Even if there were, the less you learn about the future the better." Clockwork floated lower to the half-ghost's eye level. The harshness in his eyes softened slightly. "Trust me Danny, having the knowledge of time is one thing; having to make decisions based on that knowledge? It is the greatest burden of all." The boy's blue eyes met the tired, sad red eyes of the ghost and saw the turmoil behind the words. They stood staring at each other for a few moments, before Clockwork sighed, looking upward. With a small nod, Clockwork disappeared abruptly, bringing Danny's attention back to the occupants of the lab.

He looked between his parents again, realizing none of them had noticed his entrance. Deciding that he didn't want to be hit by a stray ecto-blast from Jazz, Danny made his way over to his father, mentor and best friend.

Sensing movement, Jack looked up from the screen briefly, before beaming. "Danny! Perfect timing!" he boomed, waving him over. "We were just going over your files."

Danny frowned apprehensively. "The ones on Dan?"

"No- the other secret Ghost files," Tucker said sarcastically, not looking up from the screen. Danny glared half-heartedly in his direction, but gestured for him to continue. "I've been pointing out the attacks we know he has for sure – this way we can figure out how to defend ourselves." He typed something into the computer, hitting the final key emphatically. Blueprints for a large ghost shield appeared on the main monitor. Finally, the dark skinned teen turned to half-ghost. "Your parents have a large shield schematic ready to go – they're just missing one thing."

Danny blinked. "Which is?"

"Dan's ecto-signature," Jack replied. Danny looked at him wide-eyed. "If we can specify the difference between you and him, we can adapt the shield's programming to keep Dan out and not hurt you in the process." The larger man put his hand on Danny's shoulder, making him stumble. "If we can get that shield up and running, you can heal up properly."

Danny shot him a grateful smile. "That's a great idea!" he exclaimed. Danny's eyes ran over the screen, recognizing some of the data on the screen. When he realized what was missing, he frowned slightly. "This isn't going to be easy – while Dan has half of my ecto-signature, he also has half of someone else's."

"Right," Ethelwulf confirmed, yellow eyes scanning a different screen. "Though from your files, you indicate that Dan had shifted forms to look like you and that he has a heat core. However, ghost cores don't change much at a molecular level – even when altered."

"Think of it like water," Jack continued. "Molecularly, stays the same but its form shifts; Even when frozen or as a gas."

"We believe that this secondary ecto-signature was a catalyst for your core to shift," Ethelwulf explained. "If this alternate version of you had an ice core during the time of the merge, then it changed into a heat core during this process but did not drastically change your ecto-signature."

Danny looked between Ethelwulf and his father in confusion. "Doesn't that mean we have the same ecto-signature?"

"Not quite," Jack said. "Remember, Jazz sent the boooo-merang into the zone to find you. It keyed into you – not the other you. Don't you see?"

Danny looked at Tucker for assistance. "Not really," he admitted.

"Basically even though it might be small, there is a difference between your ecto-sig and Dan's," Tucker answered determinedly. "All we have to do is figure out what aspect is more like Plasmius' ecto-signature, reverse the coding to prevent that ecto-signature being the one kept out of the shield and we'll be all set."

Jack blinked, before turning to Danny suddenly. "Wait - Plasmius is the other ecto-signature!?" he asked incredulously. Tucker flinched under the glare Danny sent his way. Danny sighed, nodding but did not elaborate further. The boy's demeanour changed; reserved and subdued. Jack frowned as his son stared at the schematics, hardened blue eyes lost in thought. "Hey – this is a good thing Danny! We have all the pieces we need to create the shield." He nudged Danny slightly, smiling reassuringly at his son. "It's a solid plan. You just have to trust us."

Danny shot his father a small smile. "I do," he said gratefully. Jack clapped Danny on the shoulder once more before turning back to Ethelwulf in conversation.

Tucker chuckled. "You seriously need to lighten up," he joked. "Between your Dad, Ethelwulf and this Techno geek, this shield will be up no problem!"

Danny smiled at his friend's enthusiasm and attempt to make him feel better. "I don't doubt it," he said. Danny looked his friend up and down, finally realizing something was different. "Tuck…. What are you wearing?"

Tucker smiled widely, puffing out his chest. The red beret was still there, but instead of his street clothes, Tucker was in a mustard yellow jumpsuit with dark green gloves and boots. Over his chest, he had two straps creating an X full of small pouches. "You parents thought it was time we had our own jumpsuits in case we have to be in the field. We got to design some of those jumpsuits that your Dad didn't have a chance to dye orange yet."

"We?" Danny asked, raising an eyebrow. Tucker rolled his eyes exasperatedly, muttering something under his breath before pointing to the other side of the lab. As Danny's eyes followed, he noticed his sister in an almost identical jumpsuit as his Mom's with the same X pattern as Tucker's on her back.

When his eyes found Sam, his breath hitched in his throat; her jumpsuit was a deep purple with black boots and gloves, with a small black flower on her back. She too, had straps along her torso, but most had a few ecto-guns attached at her back. She flipped gracefully in the air, a smug smile on her face as she dodged his Mom's staff and released the Jack-o-Nine tails, leaving the older Fenton unarmed. He couldn't keep his eyes off her; the world's sound disappeared as she became the only thing he could focus on. She was… he couldn't even describe what he was feeling right now. Vaguely, he heard Tucker talking at him, but it was drowned out by his heart pounding in his eardrums.

"Come on Space Cadet," Tucker said, smirking as he pulled the boy away from the console and toward the sparring women.

"What?" he replied dumbly, blinking owlishly at his friend.

Tucker chuckled. "Oh man," he murmured to himself. "Sam better appreciate this."

"What!?" Danny asked again, his voice going a bit higher in pitch.

Maddie waved her hand in the air, stopping the sparring match as the two boys approached. "You girls are getting much better," she said confidently, putting a hand on her hip. "Jazz – your weapon control is steadily improving. You might be able to handle the weapons that require higher precision now!"

"Finally!" the red head exclaimed in triumph. She wiped her brow and turned to Sam. "You've got to teach me that sliding tackle you used on Mom – it was wicked."

Sam smiled proudly. "Definitely." Noticing her two best friends on the sidelines, she turned slightly toward them. "Next time, we can give these two a run for their money."

Tucker held up his hands in surrender at the girl's suggestion. "I'm all for training, but not for getting destroyed by you. You do that enough in video games. Right Danny?" The boy in question did not answer, continuing to gape unbecomingly at Sam. Tucker sighed and locked eyes with an amused Jazz.

Before Jazz could comment on her brother's state, Maddie tugged her arm away from the group of teens. "Come on Jazz, let's help your father with that shield," she teased, a small smile across her lips.

"Mom!" Jazz whined, watching her opportunity to tease her brother move farther away as her Mom dragged her from the teens.

Sam watched them go, confused, before turning back to her friend. "What's with him?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion. Tucker shrugged, looking exasperated. Sam waved her gloved hand in front of Danny. "Hello? Earth to Danny?"

Danny blinked as he stepped back. "Purple!" he blurted out, startled. Tucker covered his face forcefully and groaned at his friend's lack of control.

"Purple?" Sam repeated, confused. "Oh! You mean this!" She gestured to her jumpsuit. "Pretty cool right? I was going to use black, but it'd look too much like yours." When Danny didn't say anything else, she frowned. "What? Not Goth enough?"

Finally shaking out of his stupor, Danny shook his head. "Just… purple's a nice colour on you," he said. Sam blinked, before her face turned slightly pink, making Danny's go slightly pink as well.

Tucker looked up at the ceiling in exasperation as his two best friends continued to stare awkwardly. "Hopeless," he said with a sigh. "Utterly hopeless." Deciding that it was time to break whatever spell they had on each other he turned to the half-ghost of the group with his hand on his hip. "How are you doing after today?"

Danny made a face. "It's… a lot," he said after a while. He turned away from his friends, staring at the portal as memories flashed before his eyes. "You guys weren't there – at the end I mean. How close it was. Now… it's a whole lot bigger than just beating him."

Sam frowned. "The time visions?"

"Not just them," Danny admitted, looking briefly at his family at the console. "If I was him-"

"Which you're not," Tucker said pointedly.

"Which I'm not," he agreed sardonically. "I wouldn't want to recreate the accident. I would want revenge." Danny started pacing, frowning in worry. "That battle this morning? He was toying with me – trying to see what I can do. Now he's somewhere in the Ghost Zone planning who knows what and I have no idea how to stop him."

Tucker and Sam looked at each other before turning back to their now worried friend. Tucker moved first, grabbing Danny's shoulder and stopping him in his tracks. "We don't know his plan," he started determinedly, "but we might be able to find him." The dark skinned teen gave him a triumphant look as he pulled out what looked to be a small gaming controller with a screen on it. "Meet the Fento-drone."

"A video game Tuck?" Sam asked deadpanned.

"Not a video game – the best invention ever!" Tucker exclaimed. Danny rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, bemused. "Mr. F and I developed it. We can send in a couple of these bad boys into the Ghost Zone and have them look for your older jerkface of a self. When this is hooked up to the main system, we can control where they go." Tucker turned to Danny. "Your Dad said he wanted to add a couple things too – give it the ol' Fenton charm."

"That… actually might help," Danny said excitedly. "How many of those are done?"

Tucker opened his mouth to answer but shut it quickly as shrill, loud alarms suddenly came to life around them. The trio of teens turned back to the console, watching as the red lights flickered across the faces of the Fentons. A computerized voice sounded from above.

"Ecto-Exdous Alarm activated. Prepare to kick ghost keister!"

A flurry of movement appeared at the other end of the lab as both Fenton parents turned off the alarm pulled up the Ghost Zone Radar. The little ghost icons seemed to be in waves, the largest in the middle.

"I haven't seen that many ghosts since the Ghost King!" Jack exclaimed. "Tucker! Lend me a hand!"

"On it!" Tucker yelled, running toward the larger man, Sam at his heels.

Danny stayed back, watching the radar worriedly. If this is anything like the Ghost King, the ghosts are evacuating. He glanced at the waves, seeing a few icons break away from the large mass of ghosts toward the back and front. His eyes found the group the furthest away from the portal and the lone figure at the back. Dan - He was sure of it.

"Are any of the Fento-drones ready for launch?" Tucker asked, frantically typing in code through the system.

"Only two," Jack replied. He turned to his wife. "Mads, what's the containment system like?"

Maddie looked up from her screen to Jack. "95% - but that's nowhere near enough to house that many ghosts!"

Danny frowned, watching the screen from afar. No one seemed to notice his presence anymore, the radar attracting their complete attention.

"What will you do?"

Danny jumped as Clockwork appeared beside him. "Don't do that!" Danny exclaimed angrily. "If you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of something here!"

Clockwork rolled his eyes. "If you haven't noticed, time has slowed down." He replied, deadpanned.

Danny's eyes widened – Clockwork was right. Everything moved in slow motion around them, from the typing keyboard to running for weapons. He looked at the Time Master in confusion, but Clockwork cut him off.

"What will you do?" he asked again. "Time will not be slowed for much longer."

Danny looked back at the radar screen; one sole ghost moved quickly, gaining momentum as the rest of the ghosts slowed. His hand curled into a fist as time started to move normally.

"The first wave of ghosts should reach us any moment," his father yelled.

Danny looked toward his friends and family, all questioning their next move – if he was going to act, it had to be now.

"Should we close the portal?!" Maddie yelled back. Suddenly she stood up straight. "Wait…. Where's –"

Steeling his resolve, Danny locked eyes with Clockwork for a moment before he took off. He jumped up and he transformed, illuminating the lab in white light.

"Danny!" he heard his Mom yell after him as he flew quickly, diving into the portal.

The vast, empty space of Ghost Zone swirled magnificently as he flew toward the crowd at top speed. They didn't deserve this. No one deserved to be part of this. He had to get to them before -

"BEWARE!"

Danny stopped suddenly, taken aback at the ghost's sudden appearance in front of him. "Box Ghost?" he exclaimed, confused. Remembering why he was here in the first place, he shook his head. "Where is he?" he asked seriously.

The Box Ghost looked at the young Phantom in front of him. "Runaway Ghost Child!" he said with wide eyes, grabbing Danny by the shoulders. "The other Phantom is too powerful. He's destroyed many realms with his sonic attack!"

"Ghostly Wail," Danny corrected impatiently. "Where is he Box Ghost? What's holding him back?"

The Box Ghost frowned worriedly, looking away. "The Far Frozen started to form ice shields as we ran," he started. Danny could see the larger crowd getting closer. "But he broke them suddenly. We thought we were getting away but he came toward us out of nowhere. Skulker and Ember told us to head for your portal; they're fighting him now."

Eyes narrowing in frustration, Danny broke away from the startled ghost. "Listen Box Ghost," he started, looking at the amount of ghosts headed his way. "I need you to lead those ghosts through my parents' portal and up into Amity – just like when the Ghost King attacked. Tell my parents to be ready to close the portal as soon as everyone gets through."

"Me!?" the Box Ghost exclaimed incredulously. "What about you?!"

Danny ignored him. "Go!" he yelled, taking flight again as he headed deeper into the Ghost Zone.

As he passed over the crowd, he heard calls of "Great One!" from below. A quick scan found a large group of yetis flanking the outer perimeter of the mass of ghosts, Frostbite among them. He flew down towards them, floating in place. "Get to the portal," he ordered quickly. "I'm going to hold him off long enough for everyone to get out safely. Find Ethelwulf – he and Clockwork will explain." He took off again, ignoring any of the calls from the group of Far Frozen workers. As he passed the last of the escaping ghosts, he stopped. In the distance he could see a lot of debris, islands that used to house ghosts turned to rubble.

How could he cause this much damage so quickly? He asked himself, distraught. He gasped, brought out of his musings by explosions up ahead. His hands balled into fists and eyes narrowed in anger. Danny shot forward toward the fight. Dan was not getting to Amity Park – not today.

:-=-:

Skulker fired another round of rockets from his suit's armour before dodging behind a floating piece of debris toward Ember. The rockstar ghost scanned her green eyes over her boyfriend's bodysuit as she quickly restrung her guitar.

"Remind me again why we're risking our necks to help the others get out of here?" she asked bitterly.

Skulker reloaded his blaster and a few more rockets quickly, chancing a small glance around their hiding spot. "Because nothing can get past the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter and Ember McLain," he replied. "I don't see him."

Ember scoffed, turning the dial on her guitar up. "Who is this guy anyway? He has the dipstick's little symbol on his chest but that is definitely not Phantom. Not unless he aged himself up."

Skulker's eyes narrowed. "No, but his head will make an excellent addition to my collection." The ghost hunter turned to Ember. "We'll move on my signal. Three – Two-"

"One," Dan's snide voice came from above the pair as a strong ecto-blast came barrelling toward them. Skulker and Ember flew sideways, in opposite directions, dodging as the blast hit the large floating rock they hit. Ember jumped on her guitar, surfing through the zone and sending a flurry of blue flames to the spectre as she passed. Dan merely put up a shield, watching with a grin as she came to a stop a few yards away. The flames petered out, making him drop the shield. "What? Can't stand the heat?" he asked menacingly. Blue flames appeared in his hands as he flung them outward, a set of flames thrown in the shape of an X toward the ghost diva. Ember jumped off her guitar, grabbing its neck as she dodged. Pulling the guitar close to her, she played a loud chord, sending two ectoplasmic fists back at the evil spirit. Dan flew upward, flipping over the attack as he sent his own ecto-blasts back. He landed forcefully on a floating rock, laughing slightly as he felt his boots sink into the earth.

His ghost sense flooded his nose as he sensed the robotic ghost behind him. Dan turned, bringing his right knee upwards and into Skulker's abdomen. The ghost grunted in pain as Dan grabbed his arm and swung him around, throwing him straight into Ember. The two ghosts cried out in pain as they tumbled through the air. "Too easy," Dan gloated, igniting his hands in green ecto-energy one more time. He threw another ghost ray at the pair. Skulker flew out of the way quickly, but the ray hit Ember sending her flying, her limp body rolling through the air.

"Ember!" Skulker called out to her, stricken. Her body came to a stop, floating in place, unconscious. With a roar of anger, Skulker flew towards Dan, two large blades appearing from his forearms. "You'll pay for that abomination!"

Dan waited, evil grin still plastered on his face as he waited for the emotional ghost in front of him. As Skulker aimed for his stomach, he created an opening, letting the blades go straight through with no injury.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" Dan asked, eyes narrowing. Skulker gasped as Dan grabbed his shoulders, lifting him above the ghost. "I think you have your priorities wrong here tin can." Dan threw the ghost, sending another blast towards the hunter. It hit Skulker straight on, sending him flying upward. He managed to steady himself just as he heard Dan speak again. "Why face me when your girlfriend is the one in danger."

Skulker's green eyes widened as he realized what the ghost was about to do. Skulker rushed over to his fallen comrade, covering her with his own body as he felt the blast connect with his armour. He gritted his teeth, biting back a cry of pain. Skulker turned back to glare at the spectre, parts of his battle suit falling into the abyss of the Ghost Zone as the blast subsided. Ember stirred briefly, but didn't awaken. Holding the pop star's form close, Skulker held out his right arm, taking aim with one of his rockets.

Dan smirked, crossing his arms. "Oh please," he said. "You can't defeat me; you had 10 years to, what, put my pelt as a throw rug? I know your whole playbook Skulker – there's no way out of this."

Skulker lowered his weapon, wide-eyed. "Ghost child?" he questioned, confused.

Dan chuckled. "Not quite," he drawled, red eyes shining gleefully. "Not since I ripped out my humanity." He flew up to Skulker's level but still had lots of space in between them. "Now, time to send my younger self a message."

He inhaled deeply before releasing his sonic attack, ripples of energy erupting from his mouth. Skulker closed his eyes, hugging Ember tighter as he braced for impact.

It never came.

Skulker's eyes flew open as merely three feet away Danny Phantom, the one he knew, held a large ecto-shield in front of them, holding the attack at bay. "You!" Skulker yelled over the older Phantom's attack.

Danny's arms shook from strain as he held the shield against Dan's wail for a few moments. He turned his head slightly toward the ghost behind him. "Get to the portal," he told him as he wail pushed him backward. "I'll distract him until then."

Skulker frowned, looking between the two Phantoms in confusion. "How…" he started, before looking down at Ember worriedly.

Danny followed his gaze guiltily as Dan stopped his attack. The younger ghost turned his attention back to the older, dropping the shield. "Hurry," he said, watching Dan apprehensively. Skulker didn't need to be told twice; he took off toward the human portal, leaving the two Phantoms facing off.

"I see you got my message," Dan told him snidely, watching in amusement how Danny's face contorted in rage. "Now, now – don't get all worked up."

"You're not getting to that portal," Danny told him coolly.

Dan laughed at his naivety. "You always did have such childish motives." Dan flew, standing upright as he got closer Danny. The half-ghost bristled, ready for an attack. "You think I want the portal Danny?" he asked, floating beside Danny's left. Dan moved around the teen, appearing again at Danny's right. Danny's head whipped to the other side. "Let me let you in on a little secret – I can take the portal anytime I wish." Dan's wrist came alive with an ecto-blast, launching it directly at the teen.

Anticipating the attack, Danny teleported away from the blast's trajectory - reappearing at one of the destroyed land masses. "I think you missed, old man," he taunted, throwing a series of ecto-blasts toward his older self. Dan growled, dodging the attacks with ease and flying directly for the teen. Danny braced himself as Dan collided with him, blocking Dan's flurry of punches the best he could. Going on the offensive, Danny brought his knee up to Dan's chest, pushing him away from the spectre. They flew at each other again, matching each other's blows evenly. Eventually, they broke apart, Danny slightly panting from exertion while Dan merely stood, crossing his arms.

"Tired already?" he provoked with a small smile.

Danny's eyes widened slightly as he looked Dan over; the evil Phantom showed no sign of weakness. Time to rethink this distraction. Danny took off toward the portal, flying through the destroyed islands that littered this part of the zone. Looking back, he saw Dan following closely. Danny's eyes and hands lit up blue, sending a set of icicle spears toward Dan. Dan merely swatted the icicles away, gaining speed toward the younger boy. Slightly panicked, Danny teleported again, trying to get as much distance as he could away from his future self.

Dan continued to fly toward the boy, eyes watching as Danny continued to teleport away from him, using the floating rubble as cover. He smiled, identifying a pattern as Danny continued to move. Dan waited until Danny teleported again, disappearing as he teleported to where he anticipated his younger self would end up. Arriving at the same point at the same time, Dan grabbed a hold of Danny, pinning him against a rock. One gloved hand moved to the boy's neck, squeezing tightly as he struggled under Dan's grasp. Danny glared at him as he struggled, attempting to break free and breathe easier. "It would be so easy to kill you now," Dan hissed, squeezing tighter. Danny's eyes widened as he started to gasp for air, legs kicking desperately to break free.

As Danny's vision started to fade, he heard a charging of an ecto-weapon before Dan was blasted off him. Danny gasped; coughing as he finally was able to breathe again. Dan was thrown a few feet away, stunned slightly at the two sleek saucer-like robots, each proudly displaying the Fenton logo on the top. Finally regaining himself, Danny floated up to one of the robots, smiling gratefully. "Thank you Fento-drones!" he exclaimed. Turning to his future self, he sent a stream of ice to the stunned ghost, freezing him in place.

Nodding determinedly at his work, Danny leapt up in the air and headed straight for the portal. It only took him fifteen minutes but he saw it – the swirling green hexagon that led to the lab. Relief only started to sink in before he heard a roar of anger behind him. Glancing back, he saw the burly ghost sending streams of ectoplasmic energy outward, aiming for the Fento-drones and him in the distance. Danny frowned, stopping on a small floating island close by. He watched as Dan lashed out, sending one of the Fento-drones into stone and ripping through the other one with ease. Red eyes locked with green, hungry for vengeance as Dan once again moved, blasting through any object that stood in his way.

Danny sighed, digging white boots into the ground as raw energy bubbled up inside him. His right eye lit up an electric blue as energy poured out of his fingers. He held his hands up; creating an electrifying green shield of energy that covered not only the portal, but it's surrounding areas. Dan stopped, watching the shield grow in disgust until it engulfed the portal.

Danny dropped to his hands and knees, panting as his eyes slowly returned to their normal green. Blue white sparks of electricity surrounded his aura as he gritted his teeth, glaring up at his future self. Try getting through that he thought vindictively.

The last thing Danny saw before he teleported was a slow, deliberate smile spreading across Dan's face.

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talesofphantombandits · 4 years

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JJ One Shot ~ Always Believe in you.

So this is my second time writing this Intro and the last part of this story because while I went off for one second to find a photo to use, my tab decided to refresh. So I lost everything.

NOT HAPPY.

Here we go again. So I just finished Outer Banks, AMAZING. Must say the first few episodes I struggled with but then when I got on episode 4 that’s when I started really getting into it and from then on I was hooked. At the start my first impression of JJ was ‘dam this dude is so handsome’ then it turned into ‘Jesus this boy has issues’ and ended with ‘OMG PROTECT THAT BABY AT ALL COSTS’ So yeah......

There might be a second part with these two, I had another idea for another scene. But we shall see how this one does first.

Pairing: JJ x Reader. Warnings: Mild language.

Summary: Y/N was forced by her parents to go to Italy to see some family, the only hitch her phone was taken off her after landing and put in a safe so she couldn’t talk to anyone back home. Safe to say your parents didn’t approve of you dating JJ and hanging out with the rest of the crew. Seen as they only told you this after landing, snatching the phone right out of your hands at the airport you didn’t have time to tell them you wouldn’t be able to communicate, they probably thought you’d forgotten them. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what JJ though. Safe to say he wasn’t very forthcoming when you saw him again.

(I will look over this tomorrow for mistakes, I’m just so angry right now that it was ready to post and then It didn’t save. So sorry if there is mistakes)

I’d been in Italy for the past few months, my family had decided that sometime away would be good for all of us.

I hadn’t had any communication with the guys during the stay in Italy, which meant JJ too. I’d been cut off, “They were bad for you.” That’s what my dad told me but I loved them they were what true friends, true family was made of. It had broken my heart to leave JJ alone he’s been through hell and still going through it, but it was a little relief to know that he had John B, Kiara and Pope looking out for him.

We were coming home for the Midsummer's party, It happens every year but my family insist on being there. To ‘keep up appearances’ they just wanted to keep their social status.

We arrived back home at about 7am, the only thing on my mind was raced up to my bedroom to take a nap. God I were exhausted, what I really wanted was to go straight to see the guys but that was impossible my parents weren’t letting me out of their sight.

I woke up about 4pm and decided now would be a good time to take a shower and get ready for the party. I knew that Kiara would be there so that gave me a sense of hope and motivation to look my best. I picked out a dark green velvet dress, deciding to do some darker makeup and curly my short shoulder length hair. When I was satisfied with the look, I got the black platform heels out of the bottom of my closet and sat on my bed while strapping them.

“Hey you ready?” Mum stood at the bedroom door putting in her earrings.

“Yeah, as I’ll ever be.” I sighed rolling my eyes, I got up from my bed, heading to the door.

“You behave tonight.” My dad passed a kiss to the top of mums head on his way pasted, pointing his finger at me.

“No promises.” I said under my breath.

Walking down the stairs I waited in the front room on my phone until everyone was ready to leave. My mind wondered to JJ, I wondered what he’d been up to and how he was coping with his father. My eyes started to brim with tears, I felt so bad leaving him without no contact but it was hardly my fault. I’d feel better when I could finally escape and see him.

Arriving at the party the first person I saw was Kiara looking extremely bored, sipping her drink leaning on the wooden railing outside.

“KIE!” I screamed, running as fast as my heels would take me.

“AHHH! Y/N!!!!” She screamed back and held her arms open wide.

She gave me a bone crushing hug. “God I’ve missed you!” I whispered in her ear.

“Me too! why didn’t you call or text? We were all starting to worry that you were never coming back!” We, we were starting to worry. I gave her a sad look.

“Yeah about that, I was cut off.” She looked at me sympathetically. “They locked my phone away, said I needed to keep away from you guys.”

“You better tell that to JJ when you see him.”

“What, why?” I said confused.

“He erm kind of thinks you’re ignoring us, and abandoned him.” She said looking at the ground.

“Why would he think that? I said breathlessly. The thought of JJ thinking I abandoned him broke me.

She just shrugs. “Who knows what’s going on in that head of his. We tried to tell him that it was probably your parents stopping you but.” She gestured off.

“He doesn’t listen.” We both chuckled softly.

“I’m glad you’re back, I know you’ll be able to sort it out with him. I’m glad you can be here to help me cope with this party.” She smiled sweetly at me patting her hand on my bare shoulder.

“Me too.” I smiled back as we went to sort out drinks for ourselves.

A few hours had past and Kiara told me that her and Sarah had sorted their differences out, that they were now friends now. I was very surprised at first but happy because that meant that there would be no awkwardness when I started dancing with Sarah and her sister on the dance floor.

This was the happiest I’d felt in a while, just dancing and loosing myself in the music.

Just then a arm came over my shoulder, I looked at it then at Sarah who stood in front of me confused. She inspected the note in the hand. “From Vlad.” I knew that voice! Sarah took the note, smiling into it and rushing off.

I turned to come face to face with JJ. He was wearing smart black pants, a crisp white top and a strange coloured bow tie. He stared me dumbfounded, I looked down to his chest.

“That bow tie is horrible.” My eyes snapped to his face as he scoffed at me. When I finally studied his face I could tell he wasn’t happy, and I finally noticed the scratches all over his cheeks and the bust lip that looked all swollen.

My smile fell. “ JJ your face, what happened.” I raised my hand to cup his cheek but he slapped it away. I looked at him shocked, It wasn’t violent but there was enough force in it to make me flinch.

He looked angry now, he step backwards then shook his head and turned to leave.

“JJ!” I stepped to follow him but my dad caught my arm, pulling me to go chat with his friends.

“Y/N I want you to meet someone.” My dad introduced me to a tall dark haired preppy boy, he looked my age. He also looked very familiar.

“Hi.” I said uninterested, my mind still on JJ but mainly the state his face was in.

“I’ll let you two talk, you both have a lot in common.” That snapped me out of the daze at the words of my father, was he seriously trying to set me up with this tool? and how did he know what likes I had, I don’t think he knew me at all.

I looked up to the guy next to me, he was smirking down at me. It made me feel sick.

“Look sorry to disappoint.” I patted him on the shoulder. “But I’m already seeing someone.”

I went to walk away but he called out. “That’s not what your dad says, So either you’re lying to me to get me to go away. Or you’re dating someone daddy wouldn’t approve of.”

I turned giving him an unimpressed face. “What’s your name?”

“Rafe.” I scoffed.

“As in Sarah’s brother?” He just nodded at me enthusiastically. I just laughed. “Yeah no chance in hell.”

I walked off to find Kiara.

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I was speaking with Kiara and her family when JJ frantically entered the room being pushed around by a security guard, he was screaming and shouting. Me and Kiara just looked at each other concerned.

“What the hell.” I whispered under my breath. “Hey! Let go of him.”

The security guard didn’t let up and pushed him further towards the porch.

“It’s okay everybody, do not panic leave it to the men and women in uniform.” Everyone had slowly turned to look at who was making and fuss. Me and Kiara had slowly started to move towards the centre of the room.

“What is he doing?” I said to Kie.

“I have no idea.” She looked at me concerned.

“You can’t just boot him!” Kiara shouted to the guard.

“I invited him here.” I said. JJ turned to look at me but rolled his eyes, deciding to focus on Kiara instead.

I looked at him then turned slowly to look at Kie. Both our parents where telling us to back down and shut up, but we weren’t going to take that.

Suddenly he’d pushed the guard away and turned back to Kiara. “Hey, mandatory power hour at Rixon’s, Kie.”

He didn’t even look my way.

“Pope, you as well. All right?” He turned to leave off the porch still shouting at Kie and Pope to follow him.

Kie grabbed my hand, I looked around confused but decided that JJ probably wouldn’t want me to follow. I told her I couldn’t, she stopped dead for a bit looking at me sadly. Her mother and father started tugging at her so she had to get away leaving me standing there staring at them all run off happily into the distance. I sighed and decided to leave, clear my head.

“I’m going for a walk.” My parents tried to get me to stay but fat chance that was happening, I didn’t want to be at this stupid party in the first place.

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I just let my feet lead me, I must have been walking Idly until I stopped at the smell of burning wood. I looked up to find my feet had carried me to John B’s house, If the others where going to be anyway they were going to be here. I sighed deep and prepared myself for the argument that I didn’t want to have but it was killing me that I had been home less than a few hours and I hadn’t touched JJ yet.

I walked around to the back where the smell was richer now, I looked to the left to find all four of my friends by the campfire. I walked over trying to think of something to say when a twig snapped under my heels.

They all turned quickly to look at me. “Y/N!! You’re back! why did no one tell me she was back.” John B rushed to me and tackled me into a hug.

Least someones happy that I’m back. He carried me in our hug the short distance to the fire and set me down beside Pope, who already had his arms outstretched for a hug. I just smiled at him and gave in.

“We’ve missed you! how come you didn’t call?” John B patted my thigh.

I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Yeah about that-”

“What are you doing here?” I’d only heard the cold tone JJ was using when he talked about his dad. I never knew one day it would be directed at me. “I thought you’d get the message not to follow us when I didn’t call your name at the party.”

“JJ.” Kie warned.

“What is wrong with you?” I could feel the lump forming in my throat. “I’m going to explain everything.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” He stared at me with such malice, a sharp pain shot through my chest.

I stared at him but his face just seemed to harden more. Finally I broke contact when I felt the first tear fall.

“Fine.” I said quietly, I hoped no one would hear the crack in my voice. Luckily it was dark enough that I hoped no one noticed the tear flowing down my cheek.

I got up and walked away without a word. I heard Kie call JJ a dumb ass as I turned the corner. When I got back to the road I bent over, my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. Tears were free flowing now, I looked down both directions of the road. I could go home or go to my secret spot on the beach.

I decided that the beach would probably be best, I could cry it out and regain myself then go back home like everything was okay.

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I’d finally calmed myself down when I heard someone climbing up the dune to my right. What I wasn’t expecting was to see JJ’s face pop up.

“Hey.” I said quietly, a massive contrast from earlier.

I just stayed silent, looking straight ahead to watch the moon reflect off the surface of the water. It always looked so beautiful and calming to me, that’s why I came out here when I was mad or upset.

He came and sat next to me but not too close.

“I’m a jerk I know.” I just scoffed.

“That’s a big understatement.” I’d stopped crying a while ago but I could still feel the breeze making the tear stains cold.

“Kie told me.” I could see him mindlessly playing with the sand. “I should have heard you out, I’m sorry.” He dipped his head low.

I sighed deeply, the marks on his face are obviously a sign that his dad had beaten him again. they where fresh as well. I wanted to be so mad at the way he treated me but I just couldn’t bring myself to be mad anymore.

I turned to look at him and reached for his hand. “What happened to your face JJ.” I whispered as if not to startle him.

“My dad.” He sniffed and interlocked our fingers. I turned to fully face him, putting our hands on my lap.

“Me and Pope did something stupid, Pope was going to get arrested for it but I couldn’t let that happen. He has a scholarship to look forward to, and a future I don’t. So I took the fall for both of us.” He looked at me now, tears brimming in his own eyes. “Dad came to bail me out, then proceeded to beat the shit out of me in the car.”

I shut my eyes, my lip quivered. When I opened them his tears had began to fall. I scooted towards him cupping his face and wiping away the tears pooling on his cheeks.

“Hey, It’s okay. I’m here.” He leaned forward in to me and put his face in my neck. He started sobbing now, I could feel the wetness on my collarbone.

All I could do was sooth him and rub his back.

When he’d calmed I lifted him to sit up straight. “You never have to hide from me JJ, I’ll be here supporting you forever.”

He just smiled reaching up to turn strands of hair from my face that the breeze had blown everywhere.

“What would I do without you?” He leaned in, I met him half way. Our lips met in a sweet kiss. “Now that’s how I should have greeted you at the party.” He smiled closing his eyes to savour the moment, leaning our foreheads together.

“Would have been a better greeting.” I just laughed.

I grabbed his hands and pulled him up with me, Slowly making my way down the dune. “Where are we going? You’re not going to kill me are you?”

“Maybe.” I said absentmindedly, he stopped short dragging me back until I crashed into his chest.

“Ouch, why’d you stop.” I looked up at him.

He looked down at me dumbfounded. “You just told me you’re taking me to murder me.”

I huffed. “Babe, it was a joke. I just want to walk along the beach, at the edge of the waves with you.” laughing at him now with his cute little pout.

He leaned over me, snatching my heels out of my hand. “lets go then.”

The silence was beautiful, it was dark and the only sounds were waves crashing against each other. This had always been my favourite past time with JJ, this is when the boy who had the most chaotic energy was the most calm. I thought it was a simple treasure that only I got to see this side of him, let alone that I was the only one that could bring out this calm in him.

He stopped again, but this time he hugged me from behind. His head leaned on top of mine as we just took in the sea and the moon.

Things were definitely going to get worse before they got better, little did I know just how bad they’d get.

#outer banks #JJ #outer banks x reader #JJ x reader #JJ one shot #outer banks one shot #John B #pope #Kiara #Sarah

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undead-notunreasonable · 4 years

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Happy Draco-O-Ween || Part 19 of 31 ||

"Please, you must tell me more about these airplanes you saw, I'm completely fascinated by them!" Vlad tepes called out to Dracula from his seat. A gentle snipping sound could be heard within the room, filling the silence with its slashing sounds. A hand came to the base of Vlads skull, forcing his head downward. Another snip.

Count Dracula walked toward the mirror in his living room, carrying a cup of blood as he watched his former lover having his 500 year old locks being cut off by a professional stylist. While he admired it at the time, it was much better that he adhered to the modern age of fashion & haircuts. His face were warm with admiration as he gazed at the man before him, enjoying the way he looked with his new transformation. The cut were showing of the angular jaw that Draculas fingers had once traced in the dark privacy of a bedroom. "Later, I'm sure we don't want to bore our employee with something as trivial as modern technology." He gave a half laugh, coming across as sincere.

But the hair dresser, a slim thing in torn acid wash jeans, a band tee, ginger bowl cut, and a nose ring, merely flashed a weak smile at his clients, focusing more on the task at hand. Truth was, he wasn't really ever listening to any of his clients, they were just meaningless conversations to pass the time to make customers feel more comfortable rather than sit in an awkward silence for 20 minutes to an hour. That's not to say that he wouldn't listen at all. Sometimes he would hone in on someone's conversation due to there being juicy gossip or a scandalous affair. Most of his clients were rich folks, they always had something to spread, be it money, words, or legs. This client though nothing really major, just a rich man helping a friend back on their feet. He wanted a haircut that was distinguished but young. A simple short back & sides, with a little more on the top to play with. Both vampires saw their revolting rotting corpses within the mirror, saw how old their bodies really were. That didn't matter to them right now, they could see each other just how they were when they were alive.

The hairdresser couldn't see that though, he just saw two middle aged men who seemed to have a few feelings lingering between them. He wondered if they knew that or whether it was some weird older generation thing where they still saw it as shameful thing to feel. "Head up please." He commanded, beginning to add the final touches of product to give the longer areas more of a waves texture.

Vlad looked up into the mirror, still the same rotting corpse but with a shiny new hairstyle and a humans fingers wobbling it about in shape. Humans clearly made more effort with their appearance these days. "What do you think?" His eyes met Dracula's within the mirror.

Count Dracula walked across to the other, perching himself on the edge of a table so that he came face to face with him. Longer fingers stretched out to hold the man's chin, all eyes on him. "I see someone as beautiful as the day I met him." His eyes turned gooey as he leaned toward him, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Oh, they are lovers, thats cute thought the hairdresser. It was nice to see an older generation of gay couples, being free to be who they are. Though he half wished the man would really give criticism on the cut but he supposed kind words to a lover meant he'd done a good job.

"Let me just check the back for you." He whispered down to Vlad, rising to his feet once more to join the hair dresser at the back of the seat. "Here, hold this." He instructed for the slim man to take his now empty cup. The red haired man held the cup against his stomach, letting his client observe his work. Draculas fingers lightly tugged at the small few strands that rest on Vlads neck. He gave a little nod in recognition, then reached for the scissors that rest on hairdressers table. He snipped off the tiniest of strands, and stood straight, meeting the hairdressers gaze in the mirror. "There. My apologies, I'm ever the perfectionist." He shared a wide smile, slapping him on the shoulder, and tightened his grip so the other couldn't move. He looked a little panicked at that. "That'll be all, thank you." Scissors swung open, hanging by a single finger until another held them straight out, and blade met throat. Dracula didn't let the human fall, instead, he made him stand up & watch himself bleed to death, his blood, his life pouring seemlessely into the cup Dracula made him hold, even as it overflowed onto the floor.

(Note: if you're going to a killer, always have wood floorboards with a varnish on the top. Much easier to clean up.)

Vlad sat there, elbow resting on the arm of the chair, fingers pressed into his cheeks and a look that was completely unphased by the horrific sight before him. Dracula took the cup from the dead man's hand and finally let him sink to the floor. Vlad turned in his seat to look at the dead body "It's a shame you killed him. I quite enjoyed the silence of the man. Humans love the sound of their voices these days, that sometimes I wish I had the gift of being Deaf." He twisted in his seat to look down at the victim, letting out an unsympathetic sigh "He really did do a good job on the hair do."

Dracula wasn't even bothered by Vlads nonchalent address of the ever growing cold corpse of their hairdresser. Instead, he rest against the wall next to the mirror, one hand bloody from murder, the other holding out the now overfull cup of here "Here, drink this." He ordered as he stared out ahead of him, lost in thought. "Did you bring me back to life? After my torture and death? Was it you who created me?" It was a question he hadn't dared to ask himself in a very long time. He looked almost distraught with it.

Vlad took a long swig of his freshly drawn drink, smacked his lips as if he were trying to decipher what kind of wine he'd been handed before replying in a most assured voice. "No. I did not create you. The vampire that made me, I begged for you to join me too."

"What?" Draculas voice wavered in shock at the news, he'd begged for this to happen?

Vlads hands raised with palms up, a sign of mercy for his silence so he could explain "We were losing the war, my most trusted advisor and the love of my life had been kidnapped by the Turkish. I didn't know what my next step would be. You don't know this but I used to plot and vent my anger in a cavern in the deepest woods of Wallachia. One day, that day, the cavern spoke back. It told me to lose but that I would win everything a thousand times over, that I could ruin those who set out to ruin us and come out with even a scratch. I was desperate to get you back to me. I didn't know what I was signing up for exactly but I asked whatever was in that cavern to find you, to make you the same as myself. I couldn't be without you. You deserved that justice too." Another long swig.

"It was your decision? You decided to break my heart into shatters when I hear they have decapitated Vlad III & placed his head on a spike? You decided I should come back and let me go home to my Mother only to kill her with a need I did not understand, to go and find my wife with my child, fighting everyday this vile hunger until I just couldn't bare it & I slaughter her?! I was going to be a father and you stole that from me!" Dracula snarled at the other, funny how ones image of someone can change so swiftly.

"It wasn't your child." Vlad snapped back, tone deathly serious.

Dracula shivered as though someone had walked over his non existent grave.

"She always fell for stable boys it seemed. I'm sorry to tell you this after so long but clearly she always found something appealing about a roll in the hay. Don't bark at me." Vlad raised his finger like a man commanding a disobedient dog. "You're a smart man, Omor. Think about it. Think how long you and I were gone at war, barely a few weeks home & you could feel the small curvature of life within her as she announced she was with child?"

Dracula looked almost defeated. So many years he'd spent quietly tormenting himself for killing both wife and unborn child just to satiate his unyielding hunger. Now, he knows that his wife was never his to begin with, not even his own flesh and blood. "Why did you say nothing?"

Vlad held out the cup of blood, Dracula looked like he needed it "For selfish reasons entirely. We were winning the war at that point, you were on form with all your plans of action, I couldn't risk my advisor losing that, I couldn't risk upsetting you."

"Would you have told me? Even if we had won the war?"

Vlad looked intensely at his lover, pausing a moment before replying "A little while after the celebrations. But I would have hoped she would be honest with you, I'm not a messenger."

"You're a warlord." Dracula huffed his laugh, quoting something he'd said centuries ago.

"Could you have still loved her despite her affair? Despite the child not being yours?" Vlad took a sip from the glass, seeing that Dracula didn't partake himself.

"Of course. I would be butchered the man who slept with her but I loved her entirely. I would've loved that child as my own. People didn't need to know." Dracula looked less like the terrifying creature the world had come to know but more solemn and vulnerable with the news, so heartbroken.

Vlad hated seeing someone to strong, crumble. He threw himself out of his seat, placing their shared cup of blood onto a table, and cradled the man he adored in his arms. "I'm sorry you had to hear the news but remember, this was centuries ago. We have a future to work at together now. It's you and I." He cradled the vampires face in his hands for a moment longer before sharing a deep kiss, trying to repair the small shatters of Count Draculas heart.

Do remember, the corpse of a dead hairdresser lies on the floor during their embrace. These are not loving creatures.

#even the app doesnt have the nice layout options aaaaaaaggghh #Drac-O-Ween #Claes Bang #BBC Dracula #Netflix Dracula #Dracula 2020 #Dracula #Claes Bang Thirst Squad #GAAAAAAAY LOOOVVEEERRSSS #31 days of Halloween #31 day challenge #31 days challenge #31 days of october #31 days of horror #31 days of halloween #31 days of halloween

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darks-ink · 5 years

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Rise Above Myself

Prompt: Danny is off to college, leaving Vlad in charge of keeping ghosts out of Amity park. Prompt by: @going-dead Word count: 3,532

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“You wanted to speak with me?”

Danny hummed an affirmative, patting the rooftop next to him. Vlad rolled his eyes, but sat down regardless. It wasn’t like anyone would see him up here, anyway. Besides, he didn’t want to drive the boy to anger any sooner than necessary.

In the years since they had first met, their relationship had become… complicated. They had surpassed the fighting, the whole ‘arch-nemesis’ thing, and had come to a truce of sorts. They were still in no way friends. Nor had he taken any sort of important role in the boy’s life, to his continuing disappointment.

But Danny would never join him. Vlad knew that, now. It was better not to fight, to be able to hold a conversation with the only person who would know what existence as a halfa was like. The only one who would be able to understand.

Besides, Vlad was no fool. He knew darn well that Danny had surpassed him in strength. And, for all the years of experience he had over the boy, he couldn’t beat the sheer combat experience Danny had, either. Even mentorship was a chance long lost – Danny seemed content with the mentors he could find for himself in the Ghost Zone.

“So, uhm.” Danny fidgeted, having finally broken the silence that had come over them. He started pulling on the edge of his glove – a nervous gesture he had taken up in his ghost form, Vlad knew. “I’m… leaving for college. This weekend.”

Vlad perked up at this. “Really? That’s excellent news, my boy!” And it was. He had long encouraged Danny to focus on his own life over Amity Park’s safety. He already sacrificed so much for this thankless city – he shouldn’t give up on college, too. To throw away his future, the remainder of his life, for people who would never appreciate what he had done for them.

“Heh, yeah.” Danny huffed out a laugh, a smile lingering afterwards. “I got my acceptance letter already – big fancy university a couple states away. Even at my current speed, it’s a few hours flying away.”

“Finally leaving the ghost hunting to the professionals then? Good for you.” Vlad noticed that Danny didn’t mention which university, or where. Still keeping secrets from him? Not surprising, but… a little disappointing.

“Something like that.” And now the smile turned a little malicious, a smirk instead. “You were part of the ghost hunting club, after all. And you study ghosts.”

“Me?” Vlad asked, incredulous. The boy was out of his mind if he thought that Vlad would take over for him. He had spend the past 4 years encouraging Danny to stop, after all.

“Well, yeah.” Danny’s posture remained loose, casual. Like he had no stake in this conversation – like he had already won the discussion. “You’re the only other half-ghost in the city. The only person who can fight the ghosts on their own terms – in the air, and without the need for technology.”

Then he leaned in closer, and added in a conspiring tone, “Unless you think you’re not up for it? I know that I’m stronger than you, but you should still outclass most ghosts that come here. And surely your incredible intellect will allow you to beat such pathetic enemies?”

Vlad sneered, baring his fangs in an automatic response. “Of course it’s not a matter of not being able to do it! But I am above such despicable, thankless work. To protect a city – a people – who would rather hate their protector than cheer him on. Please.”

“If that’s how you see it,” Danny responded with a shrug. “But just imagine what would happen if no one stopped the ghosts. You know that my parents will pick up the slack instead. Do you really trust my dad to keep Amity Park safe? To keep Mom safe?” He cocked his head at Vlad, that awful smirk still on his face. “After all, Valerie has already left for college. So has Jazz, and Sam and Tucker. It’s just my parents. And you.”

Vlad remained silent now. The boy, unfortunately, had a point. All capable ghost hunters had left the city – or would leave it soon enough. The Fentons really would be the only ones left – and as capable as Maddie was, Jack had an awful habit of getting in her way. There was… quite a risk of her getting hurt.

And while he knew he wouldn’t – couldn’t – have her, he still didn’t want anything to happen to her. Damn that boy for still knowing exactly which buttons to press.

But… perhaps he could make it manageable. Many of Danny’s enemies were humanoid – or at very least, somewhat intelligent. Surely he could get most of them to stay away by using his resources, rather than his fists? And being harsher than Danny against the ones that did come through would surely discourage them, too.

“Fine,” he finally hissed at the boy, glaring at him to drive the point home. “Fine, I will do it. But not for this accursed city – I’ll do it for Maddie.”

“Of course you will, Fruitloop,” Danny laughed back, grinning widely.

He shook his head, already making plans. If he arranged things correctly, it wouldn’t be much of a bother to take over for Danny. After all, how much time did the teen really spend on ghost hunting?

Unfortunately, as he soon discovered, Danny actually spend a lot of time hunting ghosts. Because while his most noticeable enemies tended to be the humanoid ghosts, the majority of his enemies were actually non-sentient. And while Vlad might’ve been able to sway some of the intelligent ghosts to stay away, it was the feral animals that took up so much of his time, now. They were neither strong nor threatening – to a ghost as powerful as him, at least – but they were common enough to be a bother.

A good number of Danny’s rogues gallery showed up as well. Skulker, once told that Vlad had taken over, seemed disappointed but left without resistance. Technus put up a decent fight, but could afterwards be convinced to stay in the Ghost Zone if Vlad paid him with bits of technology. He was sure that Technus would eventually assemble this into a mech before returning – which is why he only send the worst bits he could find.

One of the more notable encounters ended up being Ember, of all ghosts. She had put on quite a show – as she tended to do. When Vlad showed up instead of Danny, she had frowned at him and crossed her arms.

Before he could open his mouth to ask her to leave, she had irritably asked him, “Where’s the dipstick?”

He quickly connected the dots – and the less than stellar nickname – and answered. “Daniel has left for college. I’ve taken over for him.”

After this, she willingly left for the Portal. Vlad had felt accomplished over scaring off a ghost that Daniel usually fought – until he had heard her mutter, “Old man isn’t any fun compared to the kid.”

Really, all things considered, Vlad thought that he was doing a fairly good job. And perhaps Amity’s residents weren’t as happy about him as they had been about Daniel – surprising considering how badly they tended to think of Phantom – but that mattered little to him. Maddie was safe. Anything else was a lucky coincidence.

But of course, disaster always struck when life appears to be going well. And this case was no different.

The ghost of the days – or ghosts, this time – were known by Vlad. He had never faced off against them, but he was sure that he could handle it. The first, the weaker, was an easy catch. Bertrand, despite being a shapeshifter, was predictable.

Unfortunately, in catching the green blob first, Vlad had offered Spectra an opening.

Vlad knew how she worked, what she did. He was sure that he could deal with her. As another manipulative soul, surely she wouldn’t be able to do much to him?

But oh, he was so wrong about her. Her black wispy tail wrapped around him, sharp claws digging into his shoulders, and immediately all strength sapped from him.

“Oh, what’s this?” the specter hissed, her voice overly sweet and dripping with malicious intent. “Another little do-gooder, hmm?”

Vlad opened his mouth to answer, to retort – but the ghost dug her nails in even deeper and suddenly he just felt so tired.

“And you’re not even a real hero, are you? Just trying to impress someone who could never love you!” She laughed, but it was sharp and cutting and cold. “Just a sick old man desperate for things he will never get. Can never get!”

She shifted, angling herself so she was looking him right in the eyes. Faintly, he could see himself reflected in her empty red eyes – somehow hers looked even more soulless than his own. “And the only one who knows what you feel, who might understand, left you! And now there’s no one left to care about you, is there?”

He wanted to protest, but… she was right. Jack never cared – he was responsible for this whole thing, after all. Maddie had never reciprocated on his feelings – and she never would, now.

And Daniel… The only one like him… The boy had left him. Had dumped this miserable responsibility on him and left.

“This sickness of yours is your body talking to you, Vladdie.” The ghost leaned in even closer, her claws shifting from his shoulders and further up his body. Faintly, Vlad was aware of blood leaking down his neck – but he made no move to stop her from hurting him further.

Maybe… Maybe he did deserve this.

“You know what it’s telling you?” Her tone was conversational, honey-sweet. “It’s telling you that you should finish what you started and die!”

Her talon-like claw swung down. Vlad closed his eyes, waiting for the impact.

A whiz, like an ectoblast flying past. Hair-raising shrieking as Spectra released him, finally.

Vlad fell to the floor, looking bleary-eyed at the dark specter in front of him. Green smoke still spiraled away from her chest, where the blast must’ve landed.

Now that he was away from her constricting touch, Vlad’s mind started to clear. While Spectra had spoken the truth, she had twisted it – turned his own thoughts against him. She had only told him things he already knew – and things that simply weren’t true. Daniel hadn’t just left. Vlad himself had encouraged the boy!

And now the boy must’ve returned. As Spectra swiped away the last lingering smoke, Vlad realized this. Someone had fired at her, using green ectoplasm. That could only be a Fenton – either Danny, or one of his parents’ guns. And the parents wouldn’t have aimed for Spectra. Wouldn’t have saved him, at least.

He pushed himself upright, a retort fresh on his tongue. A tease to the boy, about how he could never stop his hero-work, no matter how much he might’ve wanted to. How he always protected everyone, no matter how bad they were.

And floating there was certainly a Phantom. Messy white hair, vibrant green eyes. Black and white jumpsuit – although this one a tad looser than the one usually seen.

“Leave him alone!” Dani snapped, green energy whirling around her clenched fists.

“Oh, and who’s this?” Spectra hummed, floating back a step or two. Her eyes were set on the clone now – she knew that Vlad was still weakened. “Another little failure who thinks she can stand up to me?”

Rather than take the words to heart, however, Dani smiled back. All teeth and no joy. “I don’t just think, lady.” She underlined the statement with a shot, a blast of superheated ectoplasm aimed straight at Spectra.

The shadowy ghost dodged, barely. “Is that so?” she purred, still eyeing up her new enemy.

Then suddenly she launched herself towards Dani. The clone wasn’t fast enough to evade her, and the two collided. Spectra pressed her into the dirt of the park, baring her teeth. “Do you really think that you can stand up to me? A little failed clone like you?”

Vlad had finally struggled himself back onto his feet, feeling his energy come back to him. But he hadn’t even recovered far enough for an ectoblast. Not yet.

An explosion of green, and Spectra was launched away. Dani pushed herself off of the ground, green energy still coiling in her aura. “Less talking and more butt-kicking!”

Spectra snarled, evading the follow-up blasts that Dani send her way. “And you really think that you can succeed where your original failed?”

She pinned the clone to a tree, leaning in close. “You really think that you can win, if more powerful ghosts, more experienced ghosts, couldn’t?”

Finally, finally, Vlad’s energy was back to a respectable level. Not one to be left out, he shot a blast of pink ectoplasm at the soul-sucking ghost. “It’s not polite to ignore your guests, Spectra,” he quipped.

She snarled, but Dani took this opportunity to blast the ghost as well. Confident that Spectra was finally pinned, Vlad used his telekinesis to draw the Thermos back to him. He had lost it earlier in the fight – although he wasn’t sure when.

The Thermos was an imitation, of course, but no less powerful for the fact.

“Goodbye,” he snarked at the ghost as he uncapped it. Dani gave her a short wave, as well. With a last shriek, Spectra was drawn into the ghost-catching device.

The fight was over.

And as little as Vlad wanted to admit it, the little clone had been an integral part of the fight. Without her contribution, Spectra would’ve killed him. And as much as he disliked her – her, and everything she stood for – he wasn’t enough of a jerk to ignore such a thing.

“I… thank you, Danielle,” he managed, finally. He could tell from her expression that she doubted the genuineness of his statement, so he added, “Without your help, she surely would’ve killed me.”

“Probably,” Dani agreed with a shrug. She looked away from him, her gaze turned downwards – she was kicking around a rock. “You were getting your butt handed to you pretty badly.”

“I– Yes, I’m afraid I was.” He frowned, confused by her blase attitude. And, now that he thought about it, her immunity to Spectra’s abilities. “Spectra’s insults have a way to… dig into one’s skin. Yet they didn’t seem to trouble you.”

Dani nodded, clearly catching on to his silent question. “Yeah, well. She didn’t say anything I haven’t heard before.” And now she looked back up again, her large green eyes locking onto his own. “After all, she didn’t say anything you haven’t said before. And your words were worse, because unlike Spectra, I actually cared about you!”

Her fists clenched, her eyes starting to look wet – but Dani was blinking away the tears before they could form. “You actually meant something to me! And yet you kicked me to the ground, like trash! Like I didn’t matter!”

He paused, taking in her emotional rant. He supposed that she had a point. He had cast her aside – she hadn’t mattered, because she wasn’t Daniel. “But then why did you save me?”

Shrugging, Dani offered him a wry smile. She swept a hand past her eyes – wiping away tears she hadn’t shed. “I’m not you,” she said. “I’m better than that. I won’t just let you die – especially if you’re trying to do the right thing for once.”

Then her smile turned a little more genuine. She added, with a joking tone, “But maybe you should leave the actual hero-work for younger ghosts, old man.”

“Maybe I should.” He looked at her, thoughtful. Sure, Danny had instructed him to keep Amity Park safe. But if he could convince Dani to take over instead… As long as Amity was safe, it would be fine, yes? “Perhaps we can come to an agreement, hm?”

The clone eyed him, now. She seemed to consider this. “What kind of agreement?”

“We can work together to protect Amity Park in Daniel’s stead,” he started to explain, folding his hands together. He was in his element now – the negotiation of tough deals. “You can take care of most of the ghosts, but we’ll work together against the stronger ones. In return for your efforts, I will pay you – both with money, and with a safe place to stay and food to eat. There is plenty of room in my mansion, after all.”

Then he quirked an eyebrow at her. “And, of course, I can offer training – guidance with your powers. Daniel never accepted – but you are not Daniel, are you?”

She rolled her eyes with a huff. “Now you’re getting it.” Then she fell quiet again as she thought over his proposal.

“Fine,” she finally said, nodding. “But the training won’t be set thing – only when I want to. All the other stuff sounds alright, but only if I get paid per ghost captured and for the amount of time it takes.”

“Very well.” He offered her his hand, and they shook on it. “Then I welcome you to Amity Park, Danielle. May it treat you better than it treated your cousin.”

He had initially seen it like hiring a professional ghost hunter. It was no different than when he had hired Valerie, after all. But that girl had been paid in equipment – this one was paid with food and a roof above her head, instead.

And it worked surprisingly well. Danielle, now that she was older and well-fed for once in her life, was a powerful ghost. She was intelligent and a quick-thinker – and had creative solutions to problems. The girl was a very capable defender – and Amity Park was glad to see a Phantom as their protector again, even if it wasn’t the same one.

Of course, Vlad had had a part in this. As mayor, he had announced the presence of the new ghostly protector of the town. Dani Phantom, he had explained, was a close relative of the Phantom that used to haunt Amity. And he assured the townspeople, that this ghost was certainly a good one. She would keep them safe.

Valerie dropping by didn’t hurt Danielle’s image, either. Her reputation as the Red Huntress was a shaky one, as the people who liked Phantom tended to distrust her, and vice-versa. But when she had announced that she was leaving Amity Park, many had mourned the loss of an excellent ghost hunter. Their only capable human protector.

So when the Red Huntress was spotted conversing with the new Phantom, people were quite curious. They were too high in the skies to overhear, but it was clear from their postures that they knew each other. They chattered on for quite a bit of time before Phantom flew off and Red lowered herself to the ground. She, too, announced that the new ghost was a good one.

The next few months passed with surprising ease. By the time Christmas rolled around, Danny returned to Amity Park to celebrate the holidays. The two of them met at the Christmas Truce party in the Ghost Zone, separating from the crowd so they could talk in private.

Vlad smirked at the boy – the young man, really. “Annoyed that I’ve found a loophole in our agreement, Daniel?” he asked, a taunting tone to his voice.

“What, do you think you somehow cheated our deal?” But Danny simply laughed, shaking his head. “No way. You did like, the complete opposite of that.”

Frowning, Vlad turned to face the boy properly. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Dude, you did all I wanted from you and more. I asked you to protect Amity Park for me, right? And not only have you done that, beyond what I asked for – you even helped Dani along the way.” He grinned at Vlad, expression brighter than Vlad had ever seen it before. “I just wanted to give you a second chance – I didn’t expect much from you except maybe the barest little bit of effort. And instead I find out that you’ve given Dani another shot, too. A roof, food, money – love.”

Vlad opened his mouth to protest this – he had only done what was necessary. Then he shut it again.

Because he hadn’t done just the necessary. He could’ve just offered Danielle money – she could’ve paid for food and a place to stay on her own. He hadn’t had to offer her his own house. But he did.

And… Danielle had grown on him. There were things about her, good things, that he had previously overlooked.

“I suppose that you’re right,” he finally grumbled.

Maybe… Maybe this whole ‘doing nice things’ thing… wasn’t as bad as he had thought.

#phic phight #phic phight 19 #danny phantom #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dani phantom #danny fenton #spectra #phanfic #phanfiction #dp fanfic #dp fanfiction #dark writes #i wrote this in less than 3 hours and edited it right after #it's half past midnight so some mistakes might've slipped past me #but i wanted to get this done before Endgame so #might be the last fic i write for the Phight

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Toxic Veins (Alucard x OC): Ch.7

Warnings: Heavy explicit language, violence, death, minor sexual content

Pairing: Alucard x OC

Word Count: 3837

"Phyre!"

"Walter, get here now! Bring a medic, Phyre's down!"

W-who....who is...

I felt my lids crack open, but everything was slanted and hard to see. I must've moved my head because a fuzzy picture of a gloved hand that was on my cheek came in to view. Then, my eyes barely moved up to be met with blurry red eyes that held a mixture of concern, guilt, and...fear?

Well, I was dying, so it was pretty hard to tell. Then, I saw him open his mouth and come closer to me. Oh, he better not...

"Don't touch her!"

The hand disappeared, and he backed up to glare as my eyes moved to the other person to my right.

"I will not sit here and watch her die!"

"Nobody touches her! Just back away!"

There was one emotion clear in her eyes. Worry. She was panicking and that was a rare sight to see.

Her face grew closer to me.

"Phyre, stay awake!"

Unfortunately, as she said this, her face was getting fuzzier and my lids were already closing.

"Phyre!" Her voice grew distant as there was only darkness.

°°°

*crunch*

My eyes slowly opened up, to be met with a darkened grey sky.

Wait. What happened? Where am I? I was with Integra...and Seras...and...

*crunch*

I went to move my head towards that sound, but...it wouldn't move. What is going on?

"Nica Manchester."

Nica? Manchester? I've heard that name before...

Very slowly, my head began to turn until it was met with a pair of very dirty brown leather boots.

Oh, so now my head turns. But I didn't move it.

"Abraham Van Helsing."

Whoa! Who said that? It sounded like it came from me...?

"Tell me, why have you chosen this as your fate?"

'I really don't know, I just wanna go home and eat some of Walter's red velvet cookies.' That's what I wanted to say, but for some reason, the girl I was possessing decided to stay quiet.

"You believe silence will change what has been done?"

Look, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I just got impaled—wait, why does my neck feel wet?

"Your time is running out. These people, the cathedral, your family will tell the story of the hero that ended the vampire king."

I felt my eyes begin to sting until it became a little blurry and a few tears fell from 'my' eyes. And the next thing I see is his face coming down to mine. So this is what Integra's ancestor looked like. Then, I felt his hand cup my face. Almost in a tender-like, loving way.

"Why do you cry? Why do you waste your tears on the Count? Nica, please, tell me."

"Abraham. Please, understand me. I do this for one reason only."

"Why? For what reason shall you give what remains of your life to destroy the Count?"

I felt my lip begin to quiver. "Because it is he that holds the one part of me that could never perish as my body will."

"What? What has he done to you? Speak to me, Nica."

This is beginning to sound like a soap opera.

"...My soul. No matter what may come of me, no matter who I shall become centuries from now, my body and soul will always belong to my king."

He shook his head. "No. No, he is a monster, Nica. Look at what he has done to you."

I felt my head slowly shake. "No. He is a man. A man that has known darkness and torment. I knew him as a common thief, a murderer who saw only confusion. He is my Vlad."

I saw something darken in Abraham's eyes when those words were said.

"He can't change the curse that was laid upon him. But it has changed him." Her voice wavered.

"That is not my Vlad, that is the Count Dracula." The sadness and desperate tone of her voice were enough to make me cry. "Can't you see? All I want is my Vlad back. Promise me, Abraham, promise me you will kill it."

Ow! My side really hurts...and...I feel a little light headed all of a sudden.

Sadness crossed his face as he moved his hand from my chin. "Nica..."

My hand shot out and grabbed him as my eyes locked with his. "Promise me, Abraham! Bring him back to me. I will come back, and when I do, I want to see him, not it. Kill it. Kill that monster."

"Kill the Count Dracula."

°°°

*gasp*

My eyes shot open and they were met with my bedroom ceiling. A long exhale escaped me as I closed my eyes in realization I that I was...well, me.

*Creek*

I looked over and saw Walter walk in, then close the door behind him. He looked up as he did. "Ah, Miss Laurifer, I am glad you are awake."

I moved to sit up, but the burning pain that came from my stomach made me wince with a face twisted in pain.

"Please try not to move. You might open your stitches." He said as he walked over to the side of my bed.

Stitches? "Walter, how long have I been unconscious?"

He hummed and put his arms behind his back. "Today, I believe it makes 3 days."

My eyes went wide. "3 days?!"

I pushed the covers off me and while trying to ignore the pain, sat up and swung my legs over. Walter quickly stopped me and tried to push me back down.

"Miss Laurifer, I wouldn't. You still have much time to heal, it would be best to rest for now."

I sighed. "Walter, if I've been out for 3 DAYS, I think I've rested enough. Please move."

"Your stitches may open and that will only extend your time for he—"

"Walter."

"Frankly, it was a miracle you survived with how much blood you lost—"

"Walter! Look!" I lifted my shirt and made him look at my stomach where I had been stabbed. His eyes went wide.

"How is that possible?" His hand moved to touch the smooth surface that was clear of any wound ever being there, all that was visible was a large red mark covering the center.

Another sigh escaped me as I lowered my shirt and stood up. "It hasn't healed completely, I'll be a little sore for a few hours."

He looked up at me with a frown. "Miss Laurifer, considering the fact only a vampire can heal that rapidly, I am forced to assume the conclusion you are one."

I shook my head. "No. No, I'm not a vampire." I looked up at him. "If I tell you, will you promise not to tell Integra? I plan on doing it when the time is right."

He closed his eyes with a sigh. "I've been making a lot of promises for you lately. But yes, I promise."

A small smile spread on my lips.

°°°

ALUCARD

"All flesh is grass and all the comeliness thereof as the flower of the field. The grass withereth, the flower fadeth, but the word of our God abideth forever!"

I listened to him speak before he plunged the stake down into my chest. I felt my blood splatter on my face as a pool of it poured from my mouth. My eyes cracked open, and a clear view of the shadowy figure towering over me became my sight.

A streak of blood ran from my nose and blood drizzled from the corner of my eye. "Have I been...bested, sir...?"

He looked down at me. "Yes, you are bested. This is not a nightmare you will be waking from. Your castles are plundered, your dominions in ruin, your servants destroyed. And the girl has fled this place forever more! She will never be yours, Count!"

The girl? He refers to the Harker maiden. Mina was her name. I have already forgotten her. The only one I wish to make mine once again is...my queen. Nica. More blood stained tears pricked my eyes just by the thought of her name. Nica...forgive me, my flower.

By hearing him grunt, I look up at my killer. "But, I feel she is not the beauty that rests on your mind." His eyes narrowed. "Her fate was not for told and I pray her soul finally lay rest at peace."

He speaks in a memorial. Why would he speak of her in such a way? "Nica...? Where is...Nica?"

His face twisted into a sneer of anger as he reached down and raised his fist. With a yell, he struck down on the stake, making it deepen further into my heart. My eyes widened and a scream of pain escaped me as I flew back from the force of hurt.

He grabbed the collar of my cloak and pulled me back up to his face. "She is dead! Murdered! She lead the mob to where you were and was torn apart by your brides."

What? No...No!! I felt more blood stream down my face as I internally wallowed in anger and mourning, cursing myself for the monster I was! My queen! Nica! My love, not you!

"She didn't even try to fight them." I looked back up at him as he held a glare towards me. "I know her skill, she could rip out the heart of any monster, yet she gave willingly. Why? You will never know."

He used all his force of strength to throw me back to the grass ground. "You are judged and found wanting, Vampire King! You have nothing. You are nothing."

"Nothing!" His face of anger was the last I saw before my eyes closed for good and darkness was all I saw.

°°°

PHYRE

His eyes opened wide as a small gasp escaped him. His hand moved up to touch the blood that had formed from his eyes and as he looked down at it, more bloody tears rained down in his palm.

"Dreaming...it was just a dream...hmph. It was nothing."

I quietly laughed to myself and it was at that moment I decided to make myself known. "I've never seen a vampire cry before."

He was a bit startled and when he turned towards my voice, he accidentally knocked over his wine glass which I'm pretty sure didn't contain wine. I walked deeper into the room from the staircase that led me down to his chambers and toward his chair that resembled a throne, where he sat.

"Even at the end of a gun barrel, they would show fear, but never tears. Must've been one hell of a nightmare." I stopped a few inches away from his chair.

He looked up at me with his bloody tears still running down his right cheek. "Phyre. How did you get down here?"

I gave a shrug. "I lived here when I was a kid. I know all about the hidden rooms of this mansion."

He chuckled. "I'm surprised, but very delighted you came down here to see me."

My face turned into a frown as I walked closer until I stood right in front of him, then I knelt down to look up at him. As I did this, he watched me with curiosity and some surprise.

"I had a nightmare too."

My hand went up to my neck where I could still feel the wetness of her blood from where she was bitten. "Only...something tells me it wasn't just a dream." I looked down at the blood tears on his hand. "And something tells me yours wasn't, either."

I looked back up at him with sadness glazing my eyes. "I'm sorry."

His eyebrows furrowed together as I rose back up and reached a hand out to cup his face. "I am so sorry you had to go through that. And I want you to know that it killed her to see you like that."

His hand shot up and grabbed my arm before I touched his face and I unintentionally flinched when he did. I looked up at him to see his face had gone cold. "Her?"

My gaze lowered to the floor as my head dropped. "I don't know why you did what you did for sure...but I know why she did what she did. You don't even realize how much she loved you. And now, as I look at you, I can't help but feel her pain...and..."

His hand rose up and cupped my chin, then moved it so I looked at him. For a moment, he just stared at my eyes, but then he spoke. "You remember, don't you?"

I cracked a smile. "Not everything. Just some parts."

I moved my hand back up to his cheek. He seemed to relax into my hand, and I moved my thumb to wipe away his tears. "You shouldn't waste your tears on the past. It's in the past for a reason."

He smirked. "You say that like you know the struggle of a past."

My smile dropped. "You aren't the only one that knows darkness...pain...and hell."

His smirk disappeared and I hadn't even realized I was tearing up until I felt a tear roll down my cheek. He moved his hand off my face and moved it down behind my neck. Then, I didn't even know what was happening and the next thing I know, his lips were on mine.

Hey, how did...he...ya know this...isn't so bad...

My hands moved through his hair and I pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. Then, he wrapped his arms around my legs and lifted me up so I was straddling him. And after at least a minute of our hot and heavy make-out session, my alarm clock went off.

"AAAAAGGHH! WALLLTEEERR!"

We both froze and pulled away from each other, then looked up to where we heard her.

I sighed. "We really need to get her a mute button."

Meanwhile...

Walter sweat dropped as Seras bared her teeth in anger at him. "Fine. If it helps, the orders were confirmed by Alucard as well."

She perked up. "Master?"

A small grin spread on Walter's face. "Yes. Since you’re still refusing to drink blood like a proper vampire, you’ll slowly become weaker. You must now sleep in a coffin filled with the soil of your birthplace. This smallest of concessions is the only way to keep up your strength."

She did a small groan and closed her eyes.

He tilted his head. "I take it you’re still feeling uncomfortable with the situation? Hm?"

The sound of footsteps echoed down from the hallway as a dark figure appeared in the doorway of Seras's room.

"You’re an idiot."

Seras looked up and gulped. "Master..."

I rose my eyebrows. Um, and Phyre, if anybody cares I'm alive...

Alucard kept his arm around my waist as he looked directly at Seras with a serious face. "You chose the night. Once you’ve turned your back on the light of day, all the sunlight should ever mean to you is smoldering pain and a slow death."

Seras stayed quiet and looked down, which made a smirk crawl up Alucard's face.

Walter looked back at us and smiled. "Good evening, Alucard." He walked to the side and stopped at a case that sat on her dresser, then looked back at him. “I have something very special I was hoping to show you."

I looked up at Alucard as he hummed and released me to walk over to Walter. Only then did Seras notice me.

"Phyre, you're awake!" She ran over and hugged me. A little too tightly, might I add.

"Seras...human...can't...breathe." She quickly let go and apologised with a smile.

"The Jackal, a custom 13 millimeter anti-freak combat pistol. It fires custom-made rounds far more powerful than the 454 Casull rounds you’re used to. 39 centimeters long, 16 kilograms in weight, 6 rounds per magazine. The Jackal has more firepower than any human could be expected to handle."

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I looked over at Walter and Alucard as Alucard held up his new pistol with a proud grin. "And the rounds?"

"13mm explosive shells."

"Casings?"

"Pure Macedonian silver."

"And the tips - explosive or mercury?"

"Mercury tips, and are all blessed."

Alucard looked it over then grinned at Walter. "It’s perfection, Walter."

Walter smiled and bowed. "I’m pleased that you’re pleased, sir."

Alucard turned his grin over to me. "What do you think, Phyre? I bet this beauty could even stop Father Anderson dead in his tracks."

A small smirk curved at my lips. He's like a little kid with a new toy.

Seras jumped up and beamed at Alucard's Jackal while he basically ignored her. "Oh my God, Master! That’s amazing!"

"Miss Victoria. I believe I have something special for you as well."

Seras stopped to look at Walter as he pulled out a very very large cannon. "Huh?"

"The Hallconnen, a 30mm anti-freak cannon! Designed to be used with depleted uranium shells and exploding incendiary shells. This weapon will destroy all but the most heavily armored targets."

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Seras stared and pointed at it with a dropped jaw. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

I winced at her ear pounding volume. "Seras, you really need to tone it down with the screaming. Honestly, you're gonna wake the neighbors.”

"And miss Laurifer." I looked back at Walter, who was looking at me with that smirk on his face. "I have been working on something especially unique for you that is a major upgrade from a single pistol."

Yeah, I had a feeling you would. I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

He reached behind him and pulled out a case that he presented towards me. "The Bloody Rose and The White Tulip." He clicked two bottom buttons that opened to reveal two identical pistols.

"A twin pair of 15mm anti-freak caliber handguns with 60cm barrels, bullets coated with Macedonian silver and explosive tips. These caliber handguns carry a devastating punch and allow any gun fighter to run head-on into danger in style."

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I'm pretty sure a huge grin spread on my face, because now I'm starting to believe I did die and was in heaven. I picked up the pistols and looked them over. "Hmmm. Phyre likes."

And when I turned them over, the Manchester family crest was engraved in combination with Hellsing's. I looked up at him with a smile. "Thank you, Walter."

He smiled and nodded. "I've also taken the liberty in creating a stylish, yet very deadly weapon that is not only the form of a fashion item." He flicked his wrist and out came two pairs of metal claws. "Titanium talon claws. They are retractable, each blade is detached by the flick of the wrist and they allow you to conceal if you ever find yourself apart from the twin handguns."

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I smirked down at the claws, then up at him. "You sure know the way to a girl's heart."

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"Hahahahahahaha! So this dude’s friend, I mean, he’s like a real doctor but, like, does the cosmetic shit on the side, right? So then that same crazy fuck with the horn comes back but now he wants a plexiglass plate for his skull. And the doctor fuckin’ does it! He makes a window! You can see the fucker’s brain and shit. The guy's got a big monster horn and his head meat on display. The guy's a freak. I mean, what the fuck! Hahahaha! Yeah...you get it?" The Deadpool wannabe smiled at the man in white that was walking next to him.

"Shut up."

The wannabe's smile dropped. "Hmm?"

He sighed. "The stream of dribble pours from your mouth before every job. Can we just this once try for quiet, focused and cool?"

He scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it. Same old shit. I know. Fuckin’ A, bro."

The blonde man in white looked ahead at Hellsing's gates as they approached it. "Failure is not an option."

The other laughed. "Oh, please. I could pull this job in my goddamn sleep."

They stopped in front of the gates and a soldier stepped forward. "Hey, what are you two doing here? These grounds are off limits."

The man in white's eyes widened behind his glasses as he held up his hands. "Oh, I’m so sorry. We’re on a sightseeing tour of famous English estates." He gestured back towards the bus that was parked in front of the mansion.

The other guy tilted his head. "Are you saying this mansion isn’t open to the public?"

The guard pointed a finger at him. "This is private property. Please leave at once."

"Yes, sir."

"All right."

They both turned to the side and by the snap of the blonde's fingers, seconds later, a bullet flew past them and hit the soldier straight through the forehead. The guard beside him gasped as his body fell to the ground.

The guard looked back at them with wide eyes, and further back at the bus, where there were several guns poking out and aimed at him. They both looked at the guard, with the loud mouth tilting his head. "Dude’s lookin’ kinda queasy."

The blonde smirked. "He could use a nap."

The other one looked at him with a crooked grin. "Right then, ciao." Seconds after he snapped his fingers, the guard was blasted with hundreds of rounds, even after he was dead.

"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" He looked back at them when they continued to fire. "I said hold your fuckin’ fire!" Finally, they ceased their fire and they both looked at the gate, or what was left of it. "Dude, bro... these guys are complete fuckin’ idiots. Are you sure about this shit?"

The blonde smirked. "Please. This is a test, an insignificant ordinary test. Don’t forget the big picture. His plans are moving forward and we are but the smallest cogs in his great machine."

He gave a short laugh. "Fine, whatever. Now, let’s have a little fun."

Once he snapped his fingers again, the metal doors to the bus were blown off and out marched an entire army of soldiers that came out and stopped in front of them.

The man picked up two sniper guns and looked directly at them. "Listen up, maggots! You know how the plan goes! You make the kill, you drink the spill!" As he talked, they began to march towards Hellsing's mansion. "And if you run into Alucard or the Hellsing beeyatch, don’t you quit until they’re dead... dead... DEAD!"

He grinned. "Oh, and if you catch a glimpse of that hot ass Manchester blood bag, she'll be yours for the taking! Whoever gets to her first gets to fuck her first! It is party time!" His insane laughter followed the army as they all marched.

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Love Bites - Chapter 4

Vampire!Chanyeol x Reader Genre: Vampire!Au, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Drama Rating: M Summary: You ask more about vampires and end up meeting one of Chanyeol’s old friends.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Masterlist

You woke up the next morning without the help of your alarm, you cursed forgetting to set it to wake you but luckily you still had quite a bit of time to eat breakfast, take a shower and get dressed. Images of last night flashed in your mind and you looked over to find that Chanyeol was still in your bed, fast asleep. Even then he looked so handsome, you felt the heat rise up in your cheeks as you studied his sleeping form. Half of the comforter draped over his naked form, making you pull it over more on his side to cover him up but you wondered in the back of your mind if vampires even felt cold like humans did. You didn’t want to disturb him while he slept during the day so you slowly got out of the bed hoping it didn’t make him wake up.

You shivered slightly as the blanket fell from your body, you bent down to gather the mess of clothes that littered the floor and put your clothing into your laundry basket in your closet then looked for a suitable outfit for work. Once you picked out your clothing you carried it with you to the bathroom and closed the door quietly behind you.

Deciding to take a quick shower would do you good. Warm water cascaded over your body, making you relax and let out a soft sigh. You picked up your favorite body wash and loofah to wash your body first. You nearly shrieked when you saw Chanyeol step inside the shower with you, you were so startled because of the water you didn’t hear him open the bathroom door or pull back the shower curtain.

He let out a chuckle and said, “Did I scare you?”

You swat one of his biceps with your hand. “Yes, oh my god.” You pressed the same hand to your chest, feeling your heart race.

He wrapped his arms around your slender form and muttered his apologies for startling you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Let me make it up to you,” he whispered into your ear. His arms fell away from your body and he grabbed the bottle of your shampoo from the rack and poured some into one of hands.

You turned your body around facing him, the water sprayed your back and he brought his hand up to your head, lathering the shampoo into your hair with both hands. Your eyes shut enjoying the feeling as his long fingers massaged your scalp. You waited a minute before rinsing the suds out of your hair and then he returned again this time with conditioner in his palm and worked his hands into your hair one more time.

After you finished rinsing that out you moved out of the way so he could wash himself but he seemed to have other plans. You could feel his lips latch onto your skin, his favorite spot seemed to be your neck or so you guessed. You felt the same pin prick feel, along with the slight pain as he bit down and sucked harshly. That feeling of euphoria clouding your mind again just like last night as he fed from you, it made your knees feel weak. He moved his arms around you, locking you in place so you wouldn’t fall. The feeling didn’t last for very long, he licked away the remaining blood from the wounds and let the grasp on your waist go.

His eyes burned that dark red when you looked back up at him and licked his lips. “You taste so much better than any blood bag or animal I’ve ever fed from.”

It made you blush, you guessed that it was supposed to be a compliment and brought your hand up to the spot where he fed from feeling the two wounds. “I’m gonna have to get used to that.”

He hummed in response and got underneath the water and began washing himself, you took that time to climb out and wrap a towel around your body and another towel to wrap your hair up. You quickly dried your body and applied some lotion to it then began towel drying your hair when Chanyeol stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel to wrap around himself.

You looked into the mirror also seeing his reflection aside you. That was one thing very different from a lot of the vampire stories you had read before, it almost made you laugh. He noticed the amusement in your face and asked, “What’s so funny?”

You shake your head and say, “It’s just something I read in a book before, vampires not being able to be seen in mirrors, yet here you are.” You rub the towel around your hair one more time before hanging it over the towel rack and move back over by the sink to grab your hair brush.

Chanyeol was quicker than you, he already had it in his hand with his eyebrow raised at you and said, “So you thought I wouldn’t be able to cast a reflection like those vampires in your book?” He stepped behind you and began brushing through your hair untangling the knots.

You shrug and reply, “I just wasn’t sure.” The ones portrayed in your books all seemed a lot different than Chanyeol. Of course, you knew he didn’t shine like diamonds in the sun and you were glad for that.

“Uh huh and are there any other things that you’re curious about vampires? Just ask away and I’ll gladly answer to the best of my knowledge.” He told you after he had finished brushing your hair and sat it aside by the sink.

You began getting dressed, thinking of the various things you wanted to know about him. “What about crosses, garlic and holy water? I already know you can’t turn into an animal or bat like Dracula can.”

Chanyeol laughed and shook his head. “Baby there’s a reason why all those books are called fiction. It’s all bullshit. And even Dracula is based upon Vlad the Impaler. Please don’t tell me you think vampires shine in the sunlight either. Twilight was probably the worst damn vampire story I’ve ever heard of.”

You flush embarrassed. “No I know you don’t shine in the sunlight. It’s just good that you can actually tell me about how real vampires are.” There were a few other things you really wanted to know about him but you figured you could ask another time since you had to get ready for work plus you could hear the sound of your stomach grumbling. “I still have a few questions but those can wait. I need to eat and leave for work.” You say and open the bathroom door, the chilly air makes you shiver. You suddenly remember that the blinds are probably wide open from the previous morning and you turn to tell him, “Give me a minute to go close the blinds in the living room before you leave the bedroom.”

“Sure, take your time,” he says. You can see him running his fingers through his black hair and looking into the mirror.

You pick up his discarded clothing off your bedroom floor and lay them on your bed for him to dress in and hurry out of the room, closing the door behind you and go to close the blinds. Once they’re all closed, it looks a lot darker in the room and you go to open the bedroom door. He’s already dressed and waiting. “You can come out now.”

Glancing at the clock in your room, you’ve got about 30 minutes until you need to leave so you use that time to go into the kitchen make yourself some coffee and figure out what to eat for breakfast. Chanyeol joins you in the kitchen, watching you flit about making something for lunch while you nibble on a piece of toast. “You’re so adorable when you’re focused.” He says, pressing his body against your back and wraps his arms around your waist.

You suck in a breath, you find it very distracting with him doing that as you make your lunch for work. You wonder how he’s not tired, usually during this time he would be sleeping. “How are you still awake? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping right now?”

“Usually I would be but I just can’t pass up the time to spend with my mate,” he states and leans his head in to kiss your cheek.

You finish making your lunch and Chanyeol lets go of you so you can place it in a plastic bag to bring with you. “I get that but don’t lose sleep over me. You need to rest too besides I’ll see you tonight right?” You looked over at him.

“Yeah but I do have to work tonight as well.” He gives you this cute pout, sticking out his lower lip.

You had never asked before what he did and that was going to be one of the questions to ask later but if he was going to be busy maybe it would be alright to ask now. “So you never told me what it was that you did for a living.”

“Me and my friends, we deal with vampires who have gone bad. The ones who have records of attacking humans. Usually we’re able to catch them before the cops find out about them and get rid of them. Believe me if it weren’t for us the news would have a field day over the number of vampires that have gone bad within the past decade. It’s our job to make sure it doesn’t get too out of control.”

Your eyes widened at the information. It made you worried for his safety even though he was a vampire, that couldn’t be an easy task and it had to be risky. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

He shrugs. “It can be but that’s why we work in groups, but don’t be worried. There’s always someone with me when I go patrolling.” He had sensed your uneasiness and rubbed your back softly.

You understood that it was important to keep the bad vampires off the streets and away from attacking humans but the fact that Chanyeol’s job was dealing with them kind of bothered you. “I just don’t want you to get hurt that’s all.”

He brought you into his arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead before saying, “But with the blood from you, I’ve never felt stronger in my whole existence. I feel like I could take on twice as many of them and rid them from this world.”

It didn’t exactly make you feel much better but at least now that he had you and was able to feed off of you, maybe it could make his job easier. “Just be careful, that’s all I ask.” You whisper against him.

“I promise I will. Now you should probably go, don’t want to be late for work.” He says, letting his arms drop from your form.

You knew he was right and nodded. You went to retrieve your phone, your purse and the bag for lunch and headed towards the door. The keys to your door were hanging by the door and it made you stop to think. You didn’t have another set of keys to your apartment, how would Chanyeol leave if he had to work at night? Was he planning to stay in your apartment till you got off work? “Are you going to be here when I get back?” You turn facing him.

Chanyeol had joined you by the door, waiting to see you off. “Is that a problem? I’ll probably just go back to bed once you leave anyway.” He says.

It wasn’t a problem but if he needed to leave for some reason then he couldn’t lock your door. “Well no but I was just wondering because I don’t have another spare set of keys to the apartment. Should I have one made?”

“Might as well, just in case but if I have to leave for some reason I can jump out of the window.” He said with a shrug.

You slip on your shoes and make a mental note to have an extra key made. “Alright. I’ll go have one made after I get off work, it shouldn’t take long for me to get home though.” You give him a peck on the lips and grab your keys.

“Okay. Have a good day at work, baby.” He smiles at you and opens the front door for you.

You thank him and make your way out of the apartment. It takes you about 12 minutes to get to your job but you aren’t late thankfully. You pass by a few co-workers, greet each other and make your way to your cubicle. Why did it feel like today would go by slowly? You sigh and boot your computer up and place your headset on your head.

Around 2:30 was the time that you normally ate lunch. You joined a few of your co-workers in the breakroom and sat down. The girls you worked with always had things to gossip about, whether it be the new people that your company hired or office hookups. It never really sparked your interest to join in and so you ate in silence, blocking out their conversations with all your thoughts on Chanyeol. Soon enough it was time to get back to work and you threw your bag and leftovers away in the trash.

Three and a half hours later you were walking out to the chilly night air. Much like Friday night, you began to feel like someone was watching you but the parking lot appear to be empty. There were various buildings around the area but you never figured that there would be someone waiting for you. You were nearly halfway to your car when you saw a figure appear right in front of you. If you hadn’t of been so startled you might’ve screamed as dark red eyes gazed at you. You could tell he was a vampire, he was several inches shorter than Chanyeol and he wore all black. With Kohl eyeliner smudged around his eyes. If he hadn’t of been a vampire he could’ve passed for a celebrity just by his features.

He sniffs the air and sighs. “You smell like someone that I know,” were his first words.

You wanted to run but knowing of the speed that vampires had there was no chance you could out run him. He stepped closer to you, making you want to take a stepback but for some reason you couldn’t feel your legs. It was like you were glued to where you stood. When he saw that you weren’t going to make a run for it, he got even closer to you and brought a hand out. His hand brushed your hair away from your neck. Cold fingers pressed into the bite marks that Chanyeol had left on your skin.

“I see why now, Chanyeol’s found himself a mate.” He said with a click of his tongue, the way his tone was it almost sounded like he was displeased.

Who was this vampire and how did he know Chanyeol? “Y-you know Chanyeol?” You managed to ask.

A corner of his lips turn upward into a smirk and say, “Indeed I do. You could say we’re old friends.”

You weren’t sure to believe him or not then again you had never met any of his friends before so you didn’t know. “Oh. He hasn’t introduced me to any of his friends yet.”

“That’s a shame,” he says but he doesn’t sound sincere. “I’m Baekhyun.” He finally removes the hand off your neck and holds it out for you assuming he wants to shake your hand.

You tell him your name as you extend yours out to shake his hand but he has other plans and grabs a hold of it. Bringing it up to his lips, his eyes burn right through yours and kisses back of your hand.

“You smell so delicious, it’s really no wonder why he chose you.” His eyes leave yours and look down at your hand, licking his lips.

You cringe, ripping away your hand from his grasp. You remembered Chanyeol’s words about how a claimed person wouldn’t be messed with by other vampires but then why was Baekhyun acting as if he was going to take a bite out of your hand? “If you know that I’m claimed then you shouldn’t try anything.”

Baekhyun lets out a giggle. “Oh sweetie, I don’t give damn about that. I just wanted a little taste, that’s all.”

There was no way you were going to allow him to drink from you. You really needed to get away from him and fast. You just tried to find some way to reason with him so that he would let you go. “If you know Chanyeol then you know he wouldn’t like that. And if you’re looking for blood, you should go find a hospital where they’ll give you some.”

He frowned at your words. “I am SICK of that crap. Honestly I don’t know how Chanyeol ever survived on that shit. And don’t get me start on animal blood. Cow blood is so fucking disgusting. Besides, didn’t Chanyeol tell you? Claimed blood always tastes the sweetest.”

Your eyes widened when you saw his fangs appear, your heart raced in fear. It seemed like he didn’t care whether or not Chanyeol would be mad if he attacked you or not. He stepped in closing the space between you. You wanted to move but your legs weren’t allowing you too so you used your hands trying to push him away but it didn’t work.

You hear a sudden whoosh sound and then you could see Baekhyun being tackled to the ground in front of you. There was another male gripping onto Baekhyun as he struggled to get out of the other males hold. “Get the fuck off of me!” Baekhyun yelled at his aggressor.

You could hear someone running up to you. “Baby? You alright?” It was Chanyeol’s voice and then you could feel hands on your face, turning your face to look up at him. You nodded but you were still shaking. “You got him Jongdae?” He looked down at the two fighting against the ground.

“Yeah.” The other male that was dressed in all black leather now known as Jongdae answers with a grunt, holding Baekhyun in a headlock.

Baekhyun’s movements halted when he saw Chanyeol. “Well, well look who showed up. My dear old friend,” Baekhyun spat out, looking up at him.

“Let me handle this,” Chanyeol says to you. His hands drop from your face and he walks a little closer towards Baekhyun who begins to struggle against Jongdae again. “You’ve been gone for some time Baek, I was wondering if you were still alive.” You noticed how casual Chanyeol sounds.

Baekhyun responds with, “Well you know when you’re being hunted you gotta find some place to lay low for awhile, don’t you think?”

Chanyeol looks frustrated as he bends down near Baekhyun. “Cut the bullshit, you know what you’re doing is wrong. I tried so hard for decades to help you and this is how you repay me? First my family and now you’re going after my mate?” He doesn’t look at you but he raises his hand, pointing towards you.

His family? What did that mean? Had Baekhyun killed Chanyeol’s family and that was why he had never brought up his family to you before?

Baekhyun smiles a little and says, “Relax, I wasn’t gonna kill her. Just wanted a sample.”

You can see the crease in Chanyeol’s between his brows. He grits his teeth like he’s holding back from beating the shit out of Baekhyun. “I don’t want to have to kill you, Baek. I want my old friend back.”

Baekhyun begins to laugh and the sound of it makes you shiver. “He’s dead, Park.”

Chanyeol brings his fist up, slamming the ground barely missing the side of Baekhyun’s face. “You’re wrong! You just let Kris and the others corrupt your mind!”

You were so confused by all this. You wondered who Kris and the other people he was talking about were.

“I say we just take him to the others and see what they say. Suho might have a solution to all this.” Jongdae speaks up, still holding Baekhyun in place.

Chanyeol wiped his bloodied fist against his jeans and sighed. “Maybe you’re right.”

“Ooh what’s the leader gonna do to me?” Baekhyun asked, almost playfully.

Jongdae gave him a smirk. “You’re gonna find out real soon.”

Chanyeol stood up and walked over to you. “I gotta go take care of this but as soon as I’m done I’ll come back home and answer any questions you have for me alright? Can you drive yourself home?”

You nodded your head. “I think so.”

“Good,” he says and looks over at Jongdae. “Hold him there for a second while I go walk my girl to her car, will ya?”

“Got it,” Jongdae says.

And Chanyeol walks you over to your car, you unlock it quickly and turn back to him. He kisses your forehead and says, “See you soon.”

You get in your car and drive away, still stunned by the events that happened but you make it home.

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