Disclaimer: If I owned Danny Phantom do you really think I'd be writing fan fiction?
What He Wanted
By Molly The Wanderer
Vlad's lab is silent save for the constant whirr of busy machinery. The walls, the counters,everything is white, lit by stark white light. The sanitized brightness bounces off beakers, computers, Bunsen burners, microscopes and the massive telescope that sits in the far corner of the room, blinding to any mortal eye. In the center of the large room stand two columns of glass, both filled with liquid...and something else. One column is flooded with the blue-green glow of liquid oxygen, within floats a young man, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old. His pale skin contrasts with the ebony color of his thick hair, his eyes are closed in sedated slumber. Tubes and wires extend from his body and into the floor, monitoring heart rate, brain waves, and other vitals. A small label on the side of the column reads Fenton, Daniel 01. But Vlad isn't interested in this column at the moment. It is the other that has him wandering into his work place.
The second column glows an acid green, the supernatural tint of ectoplasm and unnatural science permeates throughout the room. The boy, floating inside, is the polar opposite of his companion, snow white hair, ashen skin; his features are haunted by the weird glow of the liquid he is submerged in. There is nothing hooked up to him, after all he's only a ghost, and the ectoplasm keeps him captive. Vlad stops a foot away from the pillar.
"It's almost time," he says softly, "soon my conquest will begin..." The boy looks up, opening haunted, pale green eyes that seem to be lit from deep, deep within. He gently places a thin pale hand against the glass, just over the name plate that reads Phantom, Danny 02. He does not speak; he stopped talking weeks ago, just after the bounty hunter Skulker attempted to rescue him. The ghosts know what Vlad has planned; they do not wished to be ruled over by some power hungry half-breed, no matter how powerful he may be. They have tried endlessly for the past year to steal the halfa boy away from Vlad, in hopes that Danny might be able to defeat Plasmius.
An entire year has past since Daniel Fenton was captured by Vlad, and separated from his soul, from Danny Phantom. For months Vlad's home has been assaulted by ghosts, attempting to free Danny. All have failed, and Skulker was the last. Vlad annihilated him, right before Danny's eyes. The boy hasn't said a word since.
"When the time comes, I will spare Maddie and Jasmine." Vlad says. "Jack Fenton however..." Danny says nothing, he shows no emotion. He no longer cares, but he wont give Vlad what he wants; the satisfaction.
Vlad turns to leave. He has things to do and he won't be deterred by the stoic glare of his pet. Soon, so soon Jack will be dead and Maddie will belong to Vlad, just as Daniel belongs to Vlad. Soon, He'll have everything he ever wanted.
I was feeling in an angsty mood and couldn't find anything to quench my thirst. So I wrote this. The idea has been floating around in my head for a while. This is a one-shot so don't worry too much about what Vlad's plans are; it's actually a descriptive essay so it's only a single scene. Please read and review, I love constructive criticism.