Danny's POV
Eventually, we made it to his limo. The driver was there, waiting for him. He pulled open the door and Vlad slid me into the back seat. Then he climbed in and sat down across from me. The driver closed the door and crawled into the driver's seat. Then we started to drive away.
"Where to, Sir?" The driver asked. Vlad thought for a moment. He looked at me.
"Fenton Works," he replied unhappily. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, Sir," the driver responded. He kept driving and the limo was silent.
"Daniel, you need to keep in mind safety first! Put on your seat belt!" Vlad commanded. I huffed and buckled my seat belt. Vlad leaned back against the seat and seemed more contented and at ease.
"So how's the family?" He asked casual. He asked it as though he hadn't already been spying on us for months.
"Oh. They're good," I replied. Of course, he already knew that. So he just nodded.
"How are you?" He questioned much more seriously.
"I'm okay. I've been better," I joked. We both laughed, but not because it was funny. We laughed one of those awkward laughs that's just there to fill the space.
"Had any exciting discoveries recently?" Vlad asked. What kind of a question was that? What "exciting discoveries" could I possibly discover?
"No?" I tried. I had absolutely no idea what he meant. Suddenly, I realized. The dart the Skulker had hit me with had taken away my powers.
"What happened to Skulker?" I asked. Vlad tensed and straightened up.
"I...I fought him off. He didn't really want to fight if you couldn't fight anymore," he responded. He never stuttered or faltered, especially when lying.
"You're lying," I pointed out. He rolled his eyes.
"Really? What else is new, Daniel?" He replied sarcastically. He wasn't planning on giving me any answers, I could tell. I sighed. I looked out the window just in time to see us passing Fenton Works.
"Hey! We're passing my house!" I yelled at the driver. Vlad just laughed.
"Driver, Please turn around. You passed the boy's home," Vlad called. He was smiling. It kind of creeped me out.
"Sorry, we're low on gas, Sir. If we go back now, we will be out of fuel," the driver explained. Vlad's smile disappeared.
"I'm sorry, Daniel, but if we drop you off now, I'll be forced to stay at your house. I'm sure that your father will want me to stay," Vlad hinted mischievously.
"No!" I yelped quickly. Vlad smiled and leaned back in his seat. Then his smile disappeared again.
"Driver, why are we out of gas? Didn't you fill the tank before we left?" He questioned the driver.
"Yes, Sir," the driver gulped. Vlad turned around to look at him.
"So we shouldn't be out of gas. Stop this car immediately!" He demanded. I gulped. Something wasn't right.
"Sorry, but I can't do that, Sir," the driver replied less nervously and much more seriously. He pressed a button and a screen appeared between the driver and the passenger seats.
"Oh butter biscuits!" Vlad cried.
"What?" I asked. Vlad's head snapped in my direction. His eyes widened and his the corners of his mouth formed a deep frown.
"For a moment I forgot you were there," he murmured. I blinked, waiting for him to answer my question. "Oh, well you see, this car is ghost proofed." I got what he was implying. We had no way out. Wherever this driver was taking us, is where we would go.
"So what's the plan?" I asked. He sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Daniel, you can't walk. We can't phase out of here. There is no plan," he finally answered.
"What do you mean? There has to be a plan!" I argued.
"Daniel, be quiet. We will figure all of this out later," Vlad declared. At least that was kind of a plan.
"Wait! I have to be in my house tomorrow morning! I got grounded!" I cried. I whipped around and tried to see my house.
"Daniel, there's no way we can possibly get you to your house in time," he replied. I didn't have to turn around to know that he rolled his eyes.
"They'll think I ran away..." I whispered. What would my parents think of me? What would they do when I returned? What would they do if I didn't return?!
Would they think I was a horrible son? Would they be worried? Would they look for me? Would they renounce me? WHAT WOULD THEY DO?!
As I thought these many questions, I began to hyperventilate. Vlad immediately looked concerned and tried to calm me down.
"Daniel! Daniel, look at me! Look at me!" He demanded. He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look into his eyes, but that only made me think more.
What would happen to us? Where was this driver taking us? Would we die? Would everyone search for us only to find our dead bodies? Would we be tortured to death? Who would be the first to go, me or Vlad?
My hyperventilating got worse. I clutched my chest, grasping for air. My eyes darted around the small area, searching for any possible escape or answers.
Without me, what would happen to Amity Park? Would ghosts overrun the town? What would happen to Sam and Tucker? All the ghosts knew their faces!
"Daniel!" Vlad cried. He slapped me, but I couldn't stop. I was freaking out.
What would happen to my parents? What would happen to Jazz? What about Valerie? What about Paulina and Dash, Kwan and the other A-listers? What would happen to and the principal? What would happen to Sam and Tucker's parents? What would happen to everyone?!
"Daniel! You have to calm down!" Vlad screeched. He grabbed my face and looked deep into my eyes. I knew that I looked panicked and afraid, but his eyes were strange to me. They were filled with worry, concern and compassion, things I thought I would never see from Vlad. It still didn't make me calm down.
I tried to imagine what would happen to us. Then I imagined my family. Next I pictured my poor friends and their most likely unpleasant demise. After that, I imagined the whole town and then the world. Everyone was going to die and it was all my fault.
I wouldn't be there to save anyone. I wouldn't be able to protect all the people whom I had promised. I would never get my first real kiss with Sam. Tucker would never get a girlfriend. My parents would never understand me or how sorry I was for all the things that had made them worry. Jazz would never go to college.
"Daniel!" Vlad's whimpered. His voice sounded distant and far away. I wasn't breathing properly or getting enough oxygen to my brain. I was slowly starting to go unconscious, but Vlad startled me. He woke me up by pulling me into a tight hug.
"Danny, everything will be okay. I promise," he whispered into my ear. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started to cry.
I had been beaten up in so many fights. I had been tortured relentlessly by even my parents. I had always fought so strongly against Vlad, and now here he was, hugging me and comforting me.
"I'm so sorry!" I sobbed into his chest. "I'm so sorry for all the times we fought! I'm so sorry for hurting you all those times! It hurts! It hurts so badly, Vlad! I can't feel my legs. My back is sore. My heart aches because no one understands me! My parents want to dissect me! It hurts in so many ways!" I cried. I felt like a wimp for pouring my heart out and crying in front of my worst enemy, but he just sat there and listened.
"It's okay, Daniel. Go ahead. Tell me how you feel. You've been holding it in too long. You need to let it out," he prodded. He rubbed my back and I just sobbed into his chest. He sat down next to me and we kept hugging. Eventually, I stopped crying. I was so embarrassed.
"Can we not tell anyone about this?" I asked shyly. I leaned away from him for a moment to look into his eyes. His chest was soaked, but he didn't seem to even notice.
"Sure," he smiled warmly. I returned the smile. Then he looked down from my face at my body.
"Oh Daniel, you're wearing your pajamas," he pointed out. I glanced down and blushed.
"Your chest is sopping wet," I retorted. He laughed.
"Yes, but that was your fault!" He countered. I blushed again. We both laughed. I yawned.
"Have you been sleeping very much recently?" Vlad asked worriedly. I didn't understand why he was being so fatherly all of the sudden.
"Enough for me to get by," I lied. "It's like, four in the morning!" He rolled his eyes.
"You should sleep. I'll make sure nothing happens," he said kindly.
I wasn't about to trust this guy while I slept! Sure I had just completely opened myself up to him, but I honestly couldn't help it! I wasn't about to just fall asleep and entrust my life to him!
It was almost as if he could read my thoughts because then he said, "Daniel, you need rest. You can trust me. We are in this together. Now sleep."
Suddenly, I felt too tired to argue. I tried to stay awake for a while longer, but soon I slumped over in my seat. My eyes closed and I fell back asleep.
I felt my body being moved into a more comfortable position. My head was on something warm and comfy. It felt nice so I curled up against the warm object. Then I felt Vlad begin to stroke my hair. It was pretty creepy, but it felt nice.
A/N: STALKER CUDDLES! This was the main part of the angst... There's more later, but it's less intense. ONWARDS TO VLAD'S POV!