Prologue

History

It's a strange thing. Or rather, it wasn't, Danny had long since grown used to the cold. But this wasn't any sort of supernatural chill, caused by ghosts or his own powers. Dark brows furrow together, and he's almost tempted to eavesdrop, though, who was he kidding really? He was going to listen in.

After all, Masters was just going to flirt with his mother, whilst trying to demean his dad again. Yet, there was a nagging feeling, like a splinter, not quite able to be yanked out, but definitely there. Something was different this time around, how Vlad had swiftly strode into the house, devoid of his usual cheer carried around Danny's mother. If anything, he almost seemed vicious, with snide remarks that even had his father dropping a few smiles and double-taking.

So, of course, he was going to listen in. Going intangible, slipping through the roof, out of sight from any and everyone. Papers did not scatter over the Kitchen Table but were organized, stacked neatly with bullet points and held tightly with paper clips or folders. His mother had gone pale, and his father's jaw was clenched impossibly tight.

But Danny dared not move too much closer, whatever was going on, was clearly beyond the normal bicker and sway. Beyond flirting in front of his father, oblivious and kind. No, it was beyond all of that. If Vlad saw him, Danny wasn't certain the older Hybrid would keep his mouth shut about it.

In truth, Danny was only just now seeing his face, scarred by a prior encounter. When he had tried his cloning with Dani. So enraged, the Hybrid had dragged his own, clawed hand, sharply down his face. He was scarred now, silverly lines dragging down, over his brow and crossing his mouth, tapering off at the point of his chin, cutting through the goatee. Danny though Vlad had truly lost it then.

But it appears he wasn't entirely correct. Sky blue eyes peer, trying to get a glimpse of what could possibly be written on the papers. He could make out a birth certificate, the detailing impossible to mistake for anything else. But everything else, it was a bunch of medical jargon. The real question, was how did Vlad get ahold of a Fenton Birth Certificate, if not by way of overshadowing someone?

It didn't make any sense, just some shows of D.N.A structures and that was all Danny could see. It was only then did he realize he hadn't really been paying attention to what they had been actively talking about. Not until his father slammed an open palm onto the table, deep teal eyes flashing angrily.

"Stay away from my son." But there was a quiver in his voice, normally so loud, obnoxiously so, boisterous. Contagious in its cheer. But it did not exist. Low, snarling words that were hissed between clenched teeth that shook under the effort of self-restraint. His mother's hand covered her mouth, and it looked like she was going to cry, some sort of long covered, dirty secret unearthed, ripped wide for the world, particularly his dad, to see.

Sky eyes blue flashed a vivid, toxic green. What was he doing? To make his parents so upset-

"He is not your son." That was his angle this time? The man had indeed lost in then, at least, that's how he would normally reassure himself. As much as he didn't want to think anything about the idea of his parents being grossly affectionate with each other, there was something in the way the older adults were facing off.

Vlad, back ramrod straight, hands neatly folded on the table, his father, towering now, eyes narrowed and voice a low snarl, and lastly, his mother. His mother, normally never putting up with Vlad's antics, was ghostly white.

"Your name isn't on the birth certificate. You are not Danny's father." Finally, his mother spoke, but her words seemed muffled. Danny could almost see the cut of Vlad's mouth, sharp and angry.

"But his blood is mine and yours." The world seemed to drop out from under his feet, not by what he heard. But by his mother's reaction. The sharp flinch, and his father's sudden leap to his feet.

"Get out of my house!" An angry roar and Vlad stood. Brushing away non-existent dust from his suit, before gathering the papers back together in a neat little booklet.

"I will give you a week, before I take matters into my own hands, Jack, Madeline." Then, he was gone. Swiftly turning on heel, sky blue eyes locking onto Danny, knowing he had been there all along.

And then he smiled, vanishing into the bustling of Amity Park.

Authoress: Based on an old concept I and my partner had, may or may not continue.