I apologize if anything is wrong or anyone is out of character, but sometimes, some have to be out of character to get what you're talking about. So… Danny Phantom and all related characters and trademarks are not mine. I make no profit from this because it is for pure enjoyment making these characters be naughty in ways the cartoon does not show or hint at. Enjoy…
Vast, Definite Difficulty
Chapter I.
Who could really blame him for attempting what no one else would dare to do? Although his attempt had been cut short from his goal, he knew the strength of that Master of Time ghost now. He knew what the limits of his powers were, but he was still worried that if he planned anything out too much, that Time ghost would know about them. His only plan was to attack, but still keep his goal in mind. He didn't need to defeat the Time ghost. He just needed to grab what he wanted and haul ass back to his portal.
He, Vladimir Masters, sank down into a plush, leather armchair in front of a glowing hearth, embers slowly dying out. Tired, ice blue eyes stared unmoving and unblinkingly at the hearth, his thoughts swirling and coming full about. What was in that thermos that the Time ghost protected there so fiercely? His curiosity did always get the best of him. It had to be something horrible to have that ghost be protecting it. It had something to do with the Fentons because it had their name on it. What horrible ghost did that Fenton Thermos contain that the Master of Time had to protect from being released on accident (or even on purpose)?
Vladimir glanced to his body. A sigh came from his fairly pale lips. There was a wound that ran from his right shoulder to his left hip; the blood coming from it was in small trickles as his ghost half healed it slowly. Cuts and bruises were scattered all over his form ranging from his neck to his legs. He would have to wear turtlenecks for a time until the bruises disappeared. Vladimir touched tentative fingers to his chest wound, hissing at the pain it caused. It seemed to still be a bit sensitive to touch.
The Master of Time must have had fun toying with him for some time until he sent Vladimir on his way home. Well technically, the Master of Time had finished with him after almost impaling Vladimir on a stone spoke and sent the bleeding man flying through the air backwards towards his portal to land in a heap on his tiled lab floor. He had lain there for what seemed like hours allowing his blood to spread out on the floor before he actually stumbled to his feet, but in reality, it was only near ten minutes before he stood. From his lab, he went to the bathroom to clean off what he could. Vladimir had rubbed and scrubbed with a violent hand until the crusted blood came off to reveal the smooth, yet jagged cut adorning his chest. From there, he had gone to his den and sat down. That was where he was now.
Vladimir ran a slender hand through his stark white hair that was undone from the usual ponytail. Maybe that thermos wasn't worth the pain of attempting his hand at acquiring it? No. Anything that belonged to the Fentons, guarded by the Master of Time, and was a pain to get was worth his attempt. If it was worth having the Master of Time guard it, then it must be a very dangerous ghost indeed. Maybe it was even possible to align with this ghost if it was after the Fentons, if it was open to such a suggestion?
He closed his eyes, leaning farther back into the armchair and trying to just know when his next attack would be. Perhaps within the next week? Yes. He believed it so, but before that, he supposed he would make a surprised visit to the Fentons. Heaving himself from the chair, Vladimir made the pain-filled trek up to his room to pack a bag for the trip. He gathered a few turtlenecks and slacks to pack them into a bag he could easily sling over his shoulder. He also packed the necessities from his bathroom like soap, shampoo, conditioner, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a washcloth of his own.
Rather than taking a private jet to Amity Park, Vladimir opted for a plane in first class. Although the plane did take longer, it gave him an excuse to look a bit cheerful. He was given his own stewardess that rarely asked questions and did as told. She served him his drink and dinner when it was ordered. She always bowed her upper body to him in a respectful manner and thankfully her skirt was an appropriate length, which was just above her knees rather than just below the curve of her ass. He thanked her when they landed, she bowed. Vladimir was also glad she wore a shirt beneath her jacket and was properly buttoned. She wasn't like the other stewardesses. He pulled out a fifty and tucked it into her hand.
"Sir?" she asked in a questioning voice. "Are you certain?"
"Yes. You were very nice to me. You were within dress code, I presume, unlike the other stewardesses?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you. I hope you enjoyed your flight." She backed away from him slowly before turning and walking from him. Vladimir sighed. He had seen that small blush on her face, but had ignored it. It wasn't likely he would board the plane again to meet her again. He walked off the plane with his luggage in tow. Hailing a taxi, he climbed in.
"Fenton Works, please."
"Why you wanna go there, mister? They be ghost hunters that're as dumb as a goldfish."
"I am aware of this. Just take me there."
"The customer's wish is my command. I just be sayin', y'know?" Vladimir ignored the driver, glancing out the window to watch as the scenery passed by quickly on the highway towards the Fenton's home. Sure, he didn't care for Jack Fenton, but Maddie… oh dear, Maddie, he was in love with. She never knew it though. She only had eyes for Jack and his bumbling self. How he wished that Maddie had married him instead, but alas… He was stuck with being Daniel and Jasmine's godfather and he would be content with that. If only Jack would meet his untimely demise, Vladimir could move in and comfort the woman into marrying him to forget the other. It was a fantasy that would never come true. "Yo, mister? We're here."
"Oh. I'm sorry." Vladimir pulled a bill from his pocket and gave it to the man. "Keep the change. You need it." He climbed out of the car with his bag slung over his shoulder. His icy eyes landed upon the sign, which indeed named the building 'Fenton Works'. The taxi sped off down the street, turning a corner. Vladimir looked to the door, sighing, and walked up to the building. Knocking lightly, he waited.
"I'll get it!" Jasmine's voice called out to the rest of her family. A glance through the peephole told her that it was Vladimir at the door. She yanked it open with enthusiasm. "Vlad!" she squealed and threw her arms around his neck. "A surprise visit, huh?" Vladimir smiled and curled one arm around the girl, keeping the bag from falling in front and hitting her.
"It's nice to see you too, my dear Jasmine." The girl pulled away with a smile still on her face. "Who all is home at this time?"
"Mom and Dad are in the basement working on another invention. Danny is up in his room with Sam and Tucker."
"I hope I won't be too much trouble if I spend a few nights here?"
"No. It's fine. I'll let Mom and Dad know." Jasmine left the door open for Vladimir as she bounded towards the kitchen. "Mom! Dad! Vlad's here and he's staying a few nights. Is that okay?"
"Sure thing, sweetie!" Jasmine ran up the stairs towards the bedrooms as Vladimir sat down on a couch. Daniel would be next to known and with Vladimir so familiar with the boy's actions, he guessed the boy would be down within moments at the fact that he was here. And true to the boy's nature, Daniel phased through the floors to land in front of the man on the couch, glaring.
"What are you doing here, Vlad?"
"I am merely visiting."
"I wish that'd be all. Why are you really here?"
"Do you remember giving the Master of Time a Fenton Thermos?"
"What do you know about it?"
"Nothing, apparently. I'm curious about it is all." Vladimir crossed one leg over the other and linked his fingers together on his flat stomach that was fluttering. He didn't know why. Maddie wasn't in the room and Daniel sure was not going to attack him in the house in fear of his parents attacking his ghost form. That would be too risky… so why was his stomach fluttering like butterflies were flying in there? His heart raced as Daniel placed a hand on the back of the couch on either side of Vladimir's shoulders and leaned forward to stare into those sapphire eyes.
"Tell me the truth, Vlad."
"Then that ruins all the fun, Daniel." A low growl emanated from the boy's chest from annoyance and anger. Samantha and Tucker were coming down the stairs two at a time with Jasmine close behind them. "Your friends are here, my boy."
"Shut up."
"Gladly." Vladimir drew his index and thumb across his lips like zipping them closed to show his silence.
"Why is Vlad here?"
"A visit. He also knows about the thermos we gave Clockwork to look after."
"You mean the one holding Da—" A hand slapped over Tucker's mouth before he said anything too revealing. A glare from Samantha silenced him. The hand was removed. "That one! Right…"
"What's he know about it? Anything special?"
"Not from what I can tell. He just knows it's ours and there's a ghost inside it." Vladimir nodded. "And now he won't talk…" Vladimir drew the 'zipper' back over his mouth.
"Actually, you told me to shut up. I did." He looked down at his laced fingers to find them twitching. His hands were also warming up a little fast. Why was he acting this way with Daniel above him barely a foot away? "Although, I have a question, Daniel. Why are you still above me?"
Bright blue eyes widened at the statement before Daniel tore his arms away from Vladimir and tucked his hands into his front pockets. "I was just making sure you didn't get away…" the boy mumbled. Vladimir cocked his head to the side slightly. Those eyes wouldn't look at him and it seemed a little cute to see a growing blush on his face. C-cute?! Where had that thought come from?!
"Where would I head off to? I have no car, no plane, no helicopter, nothing in the ways of escape… other than my ghostly self, but that does not count. I would never turn to Plasmius within this home myself." Vladimir looked to Jasmine and then Samantha. Tucker was next and then finally Daniel. "I am not here to flirt with Maddie. I am merely here to rest."
"Whatever. Just stay out of my room and out of trouble," Daniel grumbled, trudging back up the stairs. Samantha and Tucker followed suit soon after. Jasmine stayed.
That was… strange! Sigh. So, I'm sorry for using Vladimir, Daniel, Samantha, and Jasmine rather than just Vlad, Danny, Sam, and Jazz. This was written sort of in Vlad's point of view, but not completely. Don't know what I'm going to do. We'll see what'll happen.
Oh! If you have any plot bunnies running around and multiplying, send me a few. I'll need them no doubt. I'll see what I can do to twist them around and get them to fit in. Thanks much again!
