The Unwanted Kitten
Normal POV
He sighed tiredly as he stared out from one of the many grand windows of his home here in Amity Park. Letting his gaze drop to one of the many magazines that had his picture on the front with big red bold print, and no doubt a four page article, stating the painful obvious truth: He was a rich and very lonely bachelor. Being one of the richest men in Amity Park, he had tons of people who wanted to be his friend, but he knew they just wanted his money or rather the things his money could buy. That was why he never dated for long and never got married. Call him foolish for he had all the money in the world, but he had no one to spend it on. No one special enough to spoil and call his own. What was an extremely rich and handsome bachelor to do?
Finally turning away from the window, he decided to take a walk around the park. The walk helped to calm his chaotic thoughts as he watched young couples on romantic boat rides across the calm lake, older couples snuggling on benches as they watched the afternoon sky, recalling their firsts with one another. Families were on friendly picnics or having a sort of party in celebration of either a birthday or maybe a sporting event's victory. Watching a young couple share an ice cream cone as they giggled and shared sweet kisses with one another before he turned down a different path to walk on. Soon he came to a stop and sat on one of the many benches in the area. Letting out a tired yawn, he stretched out his legs and closed his eyes. Suddenly there was a crashing thud followed closely by someone crying out in pain. Sitting up and fully alert he gasped when he saw a young man sprawled on the floor before him, their feet intertwined. It didn't take him much to figure out that he was the cause of the boy falling on his face and quickly bent down to help him up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry; are you alright?" He asked in concern looking the boy over as said boy looked up and grace him with a cute little face, a few tears running down as looked up in reply. Upon further inspection, the boy was only about fourteen or so. The boy looked frightened so Vlad helped him up and brushed him off.
"So may I inquire what your name is?" Vlad asked.
"Danny... Danny Fenton and who are- who are you, mister?" the boy asked, shying away from the stranger.
"I am Vlad Masters. I'm actually surprised you don't know who I am. It actually feels kind of nice..." Vlad admitted, smiling at the young boy before him as he blinked curiously up at him.
Danny looked down and noticed that his bookbag was still on the ground with his school supplies scattered everywhere. He started picking his stuff up when he noticed that Vlad was helping him pick them up. He gave him a small awkward smile and when all his stuff was picked up, he looked at his watch and realized he was going to be late. He gave a hasty 'thank you' before he ran off leaving behind a slightly confused, but pleased Vlad.
'Hmm, how interesting.' Vlad thought to himself...
Danny's pov
I had just gotten home find Skulker cursing rather loudly in the living room. I gulped silently and tried to creep past the man, who had taken me in and cared for me when my family no longer. But now that I've seen his true face, I've come to fear him and his beatings. I was almost to the stairs, almost to the safety of my room, but he saw me anyways. He stalked over to me, looming over my much smaller frame.
"Hey there, Danny. Come here, we need to talk." Skulker cooed also sweetly.
Shit, his talks never ended well, for me that is...
"Y-yes Skulker? What is-is it?" I stuttered out, already shaking in fear of the beating I knew was going to come.
"Where the hell were you?! Do you know what time it is! It's five o'clock! Where were you! I came home and you weren't here! You know you're supposed to be here when I get home!" he yelled out in fury.
"I-I'm sorry, Skulker! I-It's just I-I ran into this guy in-in the park on my way home! I fell and- I'm so sorry!"
He just stood there glaring at me. I could tell he didn't believe me and then suddenly I was thrown into the wall, slowly sliding down it as he spit at me.
"You are a damn liar! You expect me to believe that load of shit? I'm gonna kick your sorry ass!"
I curled up tightly as the beating commenced, each hit worse than the last. I cried out for mercy even though it was never granted, I huddled up as tight as I could, trying to tune out this nightmare, but it never fades. After a thorough beating, I limped off to my room and curled up into a tight ball. I sat there for a moment before I decided to call Sam. She picked up on the second ring and I told her everything. Sam was the only friend I had and she knew everything that happens with me. She tried a number of times to try and get me away from Skulker, but I wouldn't let her. I didn't want him hurting her. Not long after I hung up with her, Skulker came barging into my room, his face twisted with fury once more.
"So who was that?" He asked his voice calm and deadly, I shivered in fear as he waited for my answer.
"N-no one! Ju-Just um Sam; Yeah Sam's coming over for a visit... Is that ok?" I asked, scared stiff as he seemed to think it over. As I waited for his answer, his arm tensed and I curled up into another ball, but he just walked away.
"I'm going out and you better be here when I get back! Understand me?" he yelled over his shoulder, an icy glare cutting deep into me.
"Yes sir... I understand." I mumbled as he snorted, grabbed his jacket and slammed the door shut. I locked the door and went into the bathroom; I needed to clean up a bit before Sam got here. I didn't want her to get hurt because she got too nosy. Skulker always hurts everyone who gets too close to me. As I cleaned up my face I thought back to the strange man in the park, his large hands had been so soft and warm, they had felt safe.
'I wonder if I'll ever see him again...
