Running to the Enemy's Arms 2 :dealing with fangs

just a run on with the premission of deadlydaisy8o8 the origanal author of corse must read Running to the Enemy's Arms first this is all about danny dealing with fangs

disclaimer:I do not own the original idea just chaters after 1 this chapter is deadlydaisy8o8's so is the story idea I just thought it was a clifhanger but it was still amazing!

So deadlydaisy8o8 this is for you!

"Now I believe I promised you my help in finding a certain ghost powered young man?" Instantly all of my attention was on the ghost. I had let my focus waver again and I could not stop from scolding myself for it, despite the fact that my inattention was what would allow me tofind Daniel in the first place.

"Yes. Where is he?" Clockwork smirked before he clicked the button on the top of his scepter.

I jumped back as Daniel abruptly became visible beside the Time Ghost. There was a moment where nothing and nobody moved. I simply stared at Daniel and he back at me while Clockwork seemed uninterested and looked back to his screens. Finally my mind seemed to catch up with the rest of me and I found myself lunging towards Daniel without abandon.

"Daniel!" I crushed his small from against my chest. I could hear his back popping as I squeezed him relentlessly but I couldn't bring myself to care. My hand cupped the back of his head and forced it to rest against my shoulder. His arms were pinned to his sides by my own which encircled him completely. Relief uncoiled in my chest so quickly I felt tears pressing behind my eyes. I exhaled heavily in a warble that might have been mistaken for a sob. I pet his head and stroked his back, as if to make sure he was actually there. He had just appeared! I had not sensed him or heard him. I knew he was there. I could feel him in my arms, but my conscious mind was still trying to catch up to the fact.

"V-Vlad…air…" a raspy voice sounded from the boy in my arms and I immediately relinquished my tight grip though I did not let go of him completely. I simply shifted my grip to his shoulders and held him at arms length. Daniel heaved in breaths before coughing. I frowned and raked the boy over with my eyes.

"Daniel, are you hurt? Do you need medical attention? Where have you been?" Unsatisfied with my visual inspection I turned the boy over, shoving his shoulders around to get a look at his backside. I patted down his arms before I grabbed his chin and gave his head a good once over. Daniel spoke indignantly as he tolerated my attentions.

"Vlad, chill. No~body's abducted me." My eyes snapped to Daniel's when I heard his voice crack. I raised an eyebrow before I zeroed in on his throat. Had he been using his Ghostly Wail? I swear I was going to have to do something about that blasted ability of he kept injuring himself like this. Anxiety reared its head and gave my stomach a squeeze as I had a thought. What sort of situation would be one where he would need to use his 'last resort' in the first place?

"Daniel is something wrong with your throat? Have you used your Ghostly Wail recently?" A furious blush rose to his cheeks and his hand came up to scratch the back of his neck. He hesitantly opened his mouth to respond but he didn't get any further than that when I got a good look at his teeth. An entirely new set of anxieties and concern swept over me.

"Daniel when did your fangs come in? Do you need any antiseptic? You have been biting your lip haven't you? I can tell, your lower lip looks like it's been mauled by some sort of rodent. You can't do that Daniel your fangs are going to be extremely sharp and sensitive for a month or so now that they've finally dropped. I'll have to get you some of the toothpaste I used when mine came in, that should help. You will have to brush your teeth in your ghost form and your human form but the decrease in abuse your mouth will suffer will be worth it." I had pried Daniel's mouth open and was examining the inside of his mouth. His lower lip was tender and my brows furrowed at the amount of bruising and scratches that had appeared there. What had the boy been doing, eating his lower lip for lunch?