In advance I want to apologize for my shitty writting. I'm not good at fanfiction but I wanted to be on this year's event. Thanks for reading, sorry.

This is a… Rank T? I'm going to put it as a T. Also, English is my second language, so please pardon any grammatical mistakes which I'm sure there are.

Dannymay, Dany One "Hope/Hatred"

"Hatred."

"Stupid Jack…"

"It was all his fault. All the bad that was happening to Vlad was his fault.

"Stupid, stupid Jack…" It wasn't his intention, but he was sobbing. His life was over. How could he overcome… this?

Vlad touched his face, or at least, the bandages covering it. "Ouch…" It hurt to the touch, even the slightest. He was disfigured, a monster, not even the shadow of the good-looking youngman he used to be.

No one needed to tell him that. It was plain obvious when they looked at him; the nurses, the doctors, these that supposedly 'have seen a lot' couldn't even look at him more than barely two minutes straight. He had counted it.

Vlad rose from his bed and walked to the bathroom of the hospital room, where he stood in front of the mirror once again; slow and carefully, he removed the bandages, it was stupid to do, he knew, but still… he needed to see. He slightly winced at the feeling of the cold air against his damaged and sensible skin, but still took it all off and… saw himself.

His face was covered on ecto-acne, some places where he had accidentally scratched were scarring in a disgusting way, his raven hair was now greyish white and longer. If he stared too long, Vlad could swear there was a weird pink glow underneath his skin, so he didn't.

He was a monster, Maddie would never be with something like him. "Maddie…" The simple thought of her rejection made tears run down his cheeks. She had come to visit him only once, saying how sorry for everything Jack was, and that they both expected him to recover soon, but after that…

"Stupid, stupid Jack!" Vlad clenched his eyes shut and balled his fists, sobs scaping his lips.

"He had nothing and no one, nor knew if this… condition was something permanent or would leave repercussions, or just would wear off eventually. He… he was alone. All because of that stupid loaf.

Vlad would get revenge. Some day, One way or another, he would.

If you're reading this, it means I finally posted this thing, after literal years of procrastinating it. So, some things must be cleared up:

This is my DannyMay 2017 work, and even if I did all the days, two of them were drawings, so if you see me skip one day, it was because of that (there are only two, don't worry).

Yes, I had alredy published this story under another alias, but I wanted to separate my DP works from the other ones just because of how much this Phandom means to me, so, here we are.

All of these shots are up for adoption if someone is interested in them in any way, I would just like to be notified.

I put the Rank but often forget about warning (consider, I first published this on Tumblr and easily could just tag it and not add it to the actual author notes), so if you have any warning you would like me to add, feel free to PM me or leave a review in any way you feel comfortable.

My new author notes will most likely be in the end of the chapter, just so you know.

Remember, reviews feed the writters.

Alex out.