DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DANNY PHATNOM, BUTCH HARTMAN, VIACOM, BILLIONFOLD, AND NICKELODEON DOES
WARNING: Probable character death and maybe very mild launguage.
A PUNISHMENT DEVERDESERVED
A fanfiction by Vladysgirl
Plot by Vladysgirl
Genres:
Angst
Trauma
Not Slash
OC's I own: Eric, Danielle's boyfriend. A Vampire. . .
I own Vladimir James Master the Third, Vlad's father who is a ghost
PAIRINGS: DannyXEmber, TuckerXSam, DanniXEric
Please ask before using Eric, my version of Vlad's father, plot idea, or any thing of the sort.
If you do not like the idea of Vlad being a Christian, you may not want to read on. It's not being changed. Feel free to express your opinions,
but your views won't bother me in the least
NOTES FOR ALL YOU NOOBS TO DANNY PHANTOM: A halfa is a half ghost.
POV Point Of View
Plasma: Is a weapon the comes from a ghost's hand
Danni is Danny Fenton/Phantom's Clone
Danny and Vlad are halfas.
Dan is Danny's evil furture self
Clockwork is the MastER of all things Time
Walker is the ghost of rules
Ember a punk-rocker
And Jack caused the accident in the 80's in college that made Vlad a ghost, so Vlad hates him for that.
I never want to list those stupid obvious notes again. XD
And now, onto the fanfiction. . .
Walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
Do I really feel the way I feel
They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
You've got a prayer in Memphis
Now Muriel plays the piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
She said
'Tell me are you a Christain'
I said 'Ma'am I am tonight'
Lonestar, Walking in Memphis
I'm a character in all my fanfics. In this fanfic, I guess I'm Jazz. . .
Danny stared at the letter with misty blue eyes. How could such a small thing be such a burden? He wasn't even supposed to care; so why did he? He glanced at his sister; tears rolled down her face. What did this man do to deserve the treatment he was recieving? Okay, so maybe he did a lot to deserve some punishment, but cancer was not fitting in the least of all ways. Vlad deserved to live; he deserved a second chance. And by the blue ink on this paper, he was begging the Fentons of one. Feelings poured out onto the sheet; mixed emotions and confusions. Apologies mingled with confesstions of a fourty-something locked inside. And now this. He'd given up his ultimate secret just to be closer to his only friends, Jackson and Maddie. Now the fact Vlad was a halfa rested quietly in the hands of Jack and Maddie Fenton, waiting to see if his leap of faith was foolish or not. Jazz swallowed hard,
"Do you think he'll live for a while longer?" She sniffed and wiped away several tears, smearing her mascara even more.
Danny, attempting to be the manly one and hold back his own tears, shrugged, "I don't know. I didn't think ghosts could die, but maybe I'm wrong." He hugged her and they didn't let go. He closed his eyes tight, "Maybe only our ghost half lives. Maybe on the inside, we all have a ghost ready to be unleashed to a better place. Maybe he and I are stuck. . ."
"Don't say that, Danny. Nobody deserves to never die. Who wants to stay here on earth forever?" Jazz pulled back and looked into her brothers eyes with misty ones of her own, "The Ghost Zone can't be our furture. There has to be something better, there just has to. . ."
Danny nodded. He still couldn't believe Vlad Plasmius would confess his halfa side to the Fentons. Ghost hunters who many decide to rip him apart slowly; piece by piece, "I know. . ." That was all he could say.
That night, Danny lay in bed. For the tenth time that night, he switched on the light to reread the personal letter Vlad had sent to Danny only. He'd insisted no one but Danny read it. No one but Danny did. . . Danny's eyes strained through the milky moonlight as he read it once more. . .
Dear Daniel,
I'm so sorry I'm to put this burden on your already hard life. I know you've been through it all, even at such a young age, but I've yet to understand what your true motives in life are. I've yet to understand my own. I say this, for I have news that may bring you joy, or some sort of mixed emotions. I have cancer, my boy. My doctor says it's a sure positive match. Blood cancer. I have only six months to live, and I have no plans but ones I'd regret. I will readilly admit of many attempts and thoughts of doing things aweful to your beloved father. I will say, I've had daydreams of the action and having you and your dear mother by my side. But those are foolish now, I see. Foolishness too many humans and ghosts and angels are capable of. There is only one being that could possibly show no sense of foolishness, and I know you know Him like a friend. He's no human, no ghost, no angel. But some call him the Holy Ghost, and I know you understand what I speak of. My one request is that you introduce me to this friend of your family, and many others out there, just so I have a bit of closure. . Please, man to man, I beg of you, to forgive me in my attempts in life, and aid me to living a new one for as long as I thrive.
As I said in your family's letter, I'm to be staying at your house for a duration of time. In that time, I hope we can become less enemies and something more. I've also sent a personal message to your sister, and by her choice may she share my message with you. Being the kind of young lady she is, I feel she may.
I have so much more to tell you, and I shall in time.
Yours Truely,
Vladimir Masters
Danny folded the letter and placed it in his nightstand. He shut off the lights and closed his eyes. He still wasn't sure if this was a sick plan, or if he really wanted to see some sort of light. . .
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The doorbell rang out. Danny looked towards the old oak door, "I got it!" He rushed past his sister, past his mother and father, and to the door. He was determined to be the first at the door, just to make sure all was safe. The door swung open. . .
There stood Vladimir Masters. Tuxedo all pressed, trimming prim and proper as usual. His shoes were polished to a point of being absurd, but something was different, Danny could feel it. So different, he hadn't even notice the young girl at Vladimir's side. It was his face. His eyes were. . .cheerful. For some reason, they were no longer dull, no longer morbid, vicious, or blood-thirsty. They were warm and welcoming in their own odd way. They looked as they did in the photos of his college days. . . He wore a small smile. It looked a bit strained, but a genuine curving of his lips. Danny did nothing but stare blankly.
Vlad chuckled lightly at the teenagers silence, "It's good to see you too, little bager." The name didn't sound like a taughnt. It sounded like a sign of endearment. Vlad moved towards Danny. At first, he was all but not ready to go-ghost and fight him off. But Danny recieved niether the typical slap nor punch. Vlad wrapped him in a short brief embrace, then returned to a normal posture and looked to his old college chums. Danny stood there; no words slipped from his tounge. Nothing. All he heard were the chattering of old friends anew. Then he thought he heard his name. He didn't, yet he did.
"Jackson, Maddeline. I find since you know of my being half ghost, you deserve to be informed of your dear boy's clone, Danielle Masters." He gestured to the girl who stood behind him shyly. She smiled for a moment, then looked at Danny,
"Danny!" she glomped him, causing him to fall on his back, "I'm back! He took me back and loves me and everything!"
Danny laughed and looked up at Vlad. Vlad grinned in a fatherly matter. The same smile Jack wore when he and Maddie spoke of Jazz and Danny. It was pride, in an odd way. Vlad picked Danni up and placed her on her feet,
"Let's not kill him, dearest. He's got many years to live out." Vlad smiled but Danni looked on the edge of tears. She certainly knew of her fathers soon-to-be-death. She hugged his side and didn't let go. The two looked happy. Even though it had only been three weeks since Vlad was diagnosed with cancer of the blood, a lot could happen between the two in that time.
They were seated upon the large couch. All of them. The Fentons. . .and The Masters. Danni still clung to Vlad's side as if for dear life. For it was. She was still engaged in the coversation, but zoned out every now and then. It was quite suitable after all she's been and going through. After all, she was about to loose her father, one she'd just gained again.
Jazz was laughing, his mother and father enjoying a conversation, Vlad wasn't trying to stab anyone in bloody morbid ways. Things were going smoothly. Best of all, Vlad had an endless fountain of questions for Danny and family on the Bible, and with Christmas near, timing was right. What could go wrong at this point?
END CHAP 1
Silly Danny, doesn't he know asking that question makes things go wrong? Wait, I just asked a questions! Ugh, maybe I could learn from Danny. . . ;)
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