A Present For Uncle Vlad
By ilovemyboys
Chapter 1: Doorstep Surprise!
The Ghost Boy took a hard hit to the stomach. Then the face. Another. And another.
He got zapped by ghostly powers of some sort of another more times than he remembered as he was gained up on by two ghosts that had escaped from Walker's Prison. Turns out Skulker set them free as Danny soon realized after the fight ensued as the ghost hunter laughed nearby with some ghost catching device on hand for his "trophies."
Danny had gotten the upper edge a few times and at one point even used his Ghostly Wail destroying the device in the process which of course pissed off Skulker even more who then proceeded to join in the fight.
All in all, Danny was barely holding onto consciousness; his body bruised and cut, clothes torn, the energy from using his ghostly powers draining him as he looked with blurry eyes at his enemies.
"Ghost Child! Do you finally give up?" Skulker grinned wickedly.
Danny's slowly lifted his head and glared at him. "...Sorry...not today…"
"Too bad. In that case I'll have to-"
"Skulker! That other ghost hunter is coming our way!" One of the ghosts, Desiree, abruptly shouted.
"WHAT? WHO?" Skulker roared.
"That Ghost Hunter girl!" The other, Baby Face, replied.
"How did she find us?" Skulker spat angrily.
"Who knows, but we better get out here. She throws quite a fight…" Desiree admitted begrudgingly.
"And I ain't going back to prison!" Baby Face Boyle screamed.
"Shut up Baby Face," Desiree rolled her eyes.
"Wait a second! Where are we?" Skulker asked no one in particular.
"Uhhh...I think a place called...Wisconsin?" Baby Face answered with surprising certainty.
"You don't think Plasmius sent her to get us do you?" Desiree asked suspiciously.
"No. He's just using her as a pawn. She must have found a way to track us…But how!"
"Could it be the Ghost Hunter?" Baby Face asked.
Skulker looked over at his nemesis currently making a slow descent towards the ground as his body was quickly giving out.
In a whoosh! Skulker flew next to Danny grabbing his wrist as he held him up.
"What kind of trap is this!" He yelled.
Danny barely registered the words before replying weakly, "What...trap?"
"Don't play games with ME, Ghost Boy! Who sent you!"
"I...don't…" Danny's vision blurred. He could faintly hear a staticy sound and Skulker's voice drained out by the ringing in his ears before his vision turned to black.
ZAP!
The shot of a nearby ghost phaser shot between the group.
"Let's get out here!" Baby Face screamed.
Flying away, Skulker's tight grip remained on Danny's wrist as he was dragged across the sky as Skulker barely dodged a hit from a skilled fighter while carrying the extra, although light, weight of his captive, and narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
Somehow she's still following us...If the Ghost Boy has a tracker on him I'll have to cut my losses. For the time being…" Skulker thought.
He was just passing over a large field when he saw a familiar mansion.
Perfect, he smiled.
"You gonna drop him off at Plasmius'?" Desiree asked perplexed, catching on to Skulker's plan.
"Plasmius always hired me to get the Ghost Boy for him. Now he gets him dropped off at his front door! Hahaha! And off MY hands! URAAHH!"
Skulker threw Danny pummeling down to the ground at a dangerous speed, although the sudden jolt was enough to help what was left of Danny's consciousness to briefly allow him to soften his fall just a bit before landing hard with a THUD! on his arch enemies doorstep….
….. Shall I continue?...
…. … …
Okay I will! No cliffhangers!
The Next Morning
Vlad Masters prided himself in his ability to keep a good schedule. He woke up at precisely the right time each morning, made sure to be courteous to all his staff, make any necessary phone calls, and overall have a great appearance before heading to work. One thing he was not expecting was to find a knocked out, beat up kid with torn clothes on his front porch as he opened the door as he jumped back at the sight.
"What the! Who-" Vlad's glaring eyes widened in shock as he recognized the identity of the teen.
"Daniel?" He asked in disbelief.
Quickly getting down to one knee Vlad placed his hand on the halfa's neck.
A pulse. Good, Vlad thought. But what in the world was he doing here? On HIS porch of all places!
"Daniel," Vlad spoke gently.
No response.
"Daniel," he said with more urgency as he shook the young halfa's shoulder.
Nothing.
Still not quite sure what to do with the whole situation as he was in shock himself, the older halfa carefully picked up the teen.
What the butterballs am I supposed to do now!?
Not knowing anything about what was going on he only had one choice. He carried Danny back into his house, up the stairs, and into a spare bedroom, the same one Danny stayed at actually when his family visited Vlad mused as he laid him down.
Looking down the his enemy, Vlad soon saw in better light that the teen looked absolutely horrible. Normally Daniel was a big pain to deal with, even for Vlad. Therefore, whoever did this must have been one powerful ghost. Or a few. Vlad guessed it was the latter as any new ghosts in the playing field he made sure to know of and elimi-take care of.
One thing Vlad knew...this would be an interesting story...
