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Vlad's POV:

Vlad stood over Elizabeth's unmoving form, unsure of where to begin. She had transformed back into her original self only a few hours ago, but he wasn't sure what he needed to do now. Also, he didn't know where her powers came from. When and how did she become a halfa, like him? If he knew, it might help with reversing the transformation and deleting her other half, but he wasn't too confident that having that knowledge would contribute to that desirable outcome.

On the other hand, he almost didn't want to know. If she stumbled into his secret lair and turned into a halfa there, he couldn't forgive himself for allowing it to happen.

He sighed in dejection then gently placed his hand on hers and accidentally touched the metal cuff strapping her to the table. Yes, he had to tie her down. He was worried she would go ballistic again and turn back into her other half. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to do it, but he had no other choice. He made sure the cuffs weren't too tight but not too loose either, so she was comfortable with her arms tied at her sides and her legs strapped down.

"What are you going to do?" Skulker asked from a chair in a dark corner, them both believing that if she saw him, it might trigger her to change. "Obviously, this isn't good."

"I know that, Skulker," he snapped and glared at his accomplice. "To answer your question, I'm going to reverse the change."

"How?" the Hunter asked, seemingly not affected by Vlad's frustrated tone.

The older halfa sighed again and drummed his fingers next to Elizabeth's hand to keep himself from attacking Skulker for showing an apathetic behavior toward his situation. "I have one possible solution in mind."

"Which is?"

Vlad clenched his fist and turned to face him, glaring once more. "Clockwork."

"Clockwork?" Skulker crossed his arms. "He won't help you. He can't."

"I'm aware, but it couldn't hurt to try." His glare softened, and he looked back over at his unconscious daughter then stroked her black curls. "Which is why I need you to stay here and watch over her while I'm away."

"What?" It was Skulker's turn to glare. "I'm not a babysitter!"

"I'm not asking you to babysit!" Vlad returned the glare toward the Hunter. "All I need is for you to watch her and inform me if she wakes up while I'm at Clockwork's."

The Hunter sighed, submitting defeat, then uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. "Fine, let's say she wakes up. What happens if she changes, and I can't stop her from breaking free from her bonds?"

"She shouldn't be able to. I gave her a sedative to keep her under."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"If it doesn't work then inform me."

"Fine."

Vlad sighed in frustration but kept his temper contained for the sake of his little girl's safety. "Do you know how to use the communicator on your wrist?"

"Of course, I do." Skulker glared. "I created it."

The older halfa transformed into Plasmius. "With my help."

Before Skulker could say anything more, Plasmius went through his Ghost Portal which he opened when he first thought of the idea to see Clockwork. Hopefully, the Time Ghost could help save Elizabeth. If he couldn't, he wasn't sure what else to do.

Vlad's POV:

Vlad arrived sooner than he originally anticipated and stood outside of the Clocktower. He smirked as he took in the appearance of the ginormous tower, admiring the structure and build of it; a grandfather clock was undoubtedly a suitable home for a time obsessed ghost. However, it was also predictable for him, and that was a horrible way to hide; if it was needed, of course.

The doors to Clockwork's castle opened in front of him, giving the halfa permission to enter. He dropped his smirk and gently floated forward but stopped when the doors slammed in his face. He scoffed at Clockwork's crude sense of humor then turned intangible and floated through them. The two of them weren't enemies, but they weren't too fond of each other either, and the time ghost liked to remind him of that.

Clocks ticked all around him as he flew through the halls, and their echoes sounded out from above. Gears clanked against one another as they turned at every second. Ghost rats scurried away when Plasmius got too close and jumped into their holes in the walls. The halfa turned tangible once more then frowned when he heard no movement or felt any ghostly aura around him, except for the rats. Where was Clockwork?

"Clockwork," he called out as soon as he entered the time ghost's large clock room. Several portals hung and stood around the area, each representing a different timeline. "Clockwork, this is urgent!"

No response came, and he sighed with frustration. Of course, Clockwork would force him to wait. He probably already knew what was going on and didn't deem it as an emergency, as Vlad did. He clenched his fists and unintentionally powered up with the need to blow something to pieces. However, knowing the time ghost would kick him out if he destroyed one of his portals, he forced himself to calm down then took a deep breath as he opened his fists. "Now is not the time to be reckless, Plasmius," he muttered to himself.

His gaze lifted up at the sound of a clock chiming and spotted it not too far from him. A minute passed, and no one was around to help him. He narrowed his eyes and looked around, searching for something that could distract him. His gaze finally landed on a few nearby portals, and he floated over to them. He watched as one beheld what appeared to be another President of the United States giving a speech at a Press Conference. Another showed ghosts living together with humans in peace, something he believed was in a timeline different from his own. The last one showed-

No, it couldn't be. His eyes widened with fear, and he placed both hands on the sides of the gear-shaped portal, his fingers gripping onto the sides of it. A concerned frown spread on his lips when he recognized Elizabeth but only as her other half. She was stronger, older, powerful, and somehow evolved into something dangerous. She was destroying buildings, killing innocent lives, and simultaneously fighting against him and Daniel. Apparently, his older self tried reasoning with her, but she wouldn't listen. After she finished destroying her high school, he tried to subdue her, but she saw him coming. She created a make-shift sword and stabbed him, right in the heart. "I hate you," she whispered then pulled her sword out which caused him to fall.

The present Vlad stepped away from it, shocked with her words. Was that how she felt now, in the present? What did he do that made her hate him so much? He seemed to be the good guy there, didn't he? He lifted his hands up to his hair and clutched onto it as he sunk down to his knees. He didn't understand! Was this Elizabeth's future? Why was she evil? Why did she hate him? Why were they enemies instead of a family? What happened to his little girl to cause this much hate for him?

"What an interesting future for a girl with a heart of gold."

Plasmius shot straight up, whirled around and spotted the culprit who witnessed his moment of weakness. Clockwork, in his younger form, floated over to him, smirking. "Don't you agree?" the latter asked.

Vlad scowled and clenched his fists. "Tell me what to do to stop this."

He hummed and changed into his middle-aged form. "I'm not sure."

"You're not 'sure?'" His fists glowed a bright pink. "You see the past, present, and future. How can you not be 'sure' of what I need to do?"

"Because-" He floated over to another portal and touched it, forcing the swirls to dance inside of it. "-that isn't her only future."

The halfa narrowed his eyes then powered down and floated over to it. A moment passed before the swirls parted and revealed nothing. It was all only black. There wasn't a single speck, star, or anything there. "Is this another one of your crude jokes?" he bitterly asked, barely retaining his anger.

"No." Clockwork set his arm back down as he stared into the darkness. "I'm blinded to what Elizabeth's future beholds. All I can see is the Darkness behind the portal." He tapped his staff a few times. "This typically indicates her future can change or alter depending on whatever choices she makes. All I know is that she will one day be known as Winter."

Vlad gaped, anger and frustration were forgotten, as Skulker's story repeated in his head. A woman under the name of Winter attacked the hunter and paralyzed him with fear. That was his Elizabeth. She was the attacker, and she knew how to tear apart his suit. She could instill fear into her victims' minds. She stole Skulker's invention. It was now in her grasp, and she could use it to travel between dimensions with a little bit of work.

"Ah, the name is familiar to you." The time obsessed ghost waved the portal away. "Good. I was a little uncertain that that was accurate."

"She's a villain." His eyes widened suddenly. "Winter is not my daughter."

"I see."

"What if I were to go back in time?" Plasmius questioned, eager to begin his plan. "I can reverse the effects by saving Elizabeth from whatever turned her."

Clockwork silently turned into an older version of himself then brought another portal to him and tried to see more of Elizabeth's future, but it was nothing but darkness. "No," the time ghost finally answered.

Vlad clenched his fists again, allowing his powers to reactivate. "I know we have our differences, Clockwork, but this is my daughter we're talking about here." He sighed. "Her other half - uh, Winter claimed that she sent Elizabeth to the Dark Abyss."

"A fate worse than death." Clockwork tapped his staff a few times then turned to the halfa. "I can't let you travel to the past, especially in your state of mind." He sighed then looked back at the portal and let the swirls swallow the darkness. "Unfortunately, her fate was sealed the moment she chose to step into your Ghost Portal."

"I can stop that future from happening!" He pointed to the only portal that was able to show one of Elizabeth's possible futures. "I can turn her into something she wasn't destined to be."

"Which is?"

The halfa lowered his arm and straightened up. "I can turn her human and give her a normal life again."

"Normal? Her life with you isn't considered 'normal.'" He shifted into his middle-aged self. "Ever since the day she met Plasmius, her life has not been normal. You had just as much responsibility for Elizabeth's future than you know." He narrowed his gaze then turned from Vlad and started to float away. "For the last time, Elizabeth's fate is sealed. You will die by her hand, and she will become the most feared ruler in the Ghost Zone and Earth."

"Please."

Clockwork's POV:

Clockwork stopped in his tracks then looked over his shoulder to spot Plasmius seated on his knees. "I don't want to lose my little girl," the latter whispered then transformed back into his human self. Tears welled up his blue eyes as he pleadingly stared at the former. "She's all I have."

The time ghost narrowed his eyes further then glanced at Elizabeth's future. Her malicious weather changing capabilities destroyed an entire city in only a matter of seconds. There was no question; she was bound to be evil. The demon itself was trapped inside of her and demanded control which she would win later on. She couldn't be saved.

As if his portals were calling out his lie, they changed to show Elizabeth's younger self, before her future was sealed. She was six and spending quality time with her father. Her eyes lit up as her father spoiled her with a silver heart necklace and inside lay a picture of the two. The girl was sticking out her tongue at the camera, attempting to be amusing, while her father was trying to seat her back on the bench. It was a moment captured in time, one that his portals knew would give him a change of heart.

He let out a slight sigh then turned back to the girl's father. "Perhaps, there is something we can do."

"What?" Vlad questioned then flew closer to the ghost once he transformed back into Plasmius. "Tell me! I'll do anything!"

Oh, if he could take advantage of that, he would, but they were pressed for time. "We can't travel to the past. You're not emotionally stable to do that, and I won't leave my post here."

"Then what can I do?"

"We can influence her. Whatever decision she is forced to make in the present, we can influence her choice in hopes for a better future."

The halfa's eyes narrowed. "We would be taking away her freedom of choice."

"I know."

"I don't want my daughter to lose her free will."

"It's our only option. There's nothing else we can do."

Vlad sighed and rubbed a hand down his face then crossed his arms. "What should I do first?"

The time ghost smiled, pleased the halfa was willing to work with the plan. "You need to meet her-" He frowned then changed into his younger self. "-as Plasmius."

"What? She hates Plasmius! Not to mention, she'll hate me even more if I show her I'm him!"

"Although I speak against the motion, you don't have to show her you're one in the same." He smirked. "You only have to get her to trust Plasmius."

"Why?"

"Why?" He quirked a skeptical brow then pointed his staff at the portal, and it changed to show Elizabeth stabbing her father. "She won't hesitate if you don't."

"You're still preparing for that future?" he accused. "Does this mean you know none of this will change?"

"I'm preparing for every future Elizabeth may have." He narrowed his eyes and floated closer to his face which caused the halfa to lean back a bit, keeping distance. "We can't deny the possibility that her current future will stay the same."

Vlad's eyes narrowed in retaliation. "It won't."

"I suggest you get to it then." He smirked then turned into his old self. "In fact, you should go now. Before it's too late."

"Too late?" He quirked a curious eyebrow. "Too late for-?"A device on the halfa's belt vibrated against his hip, interrupting him. He picked it up then scowled at the time ghost. "You knew, didn't you?"

"Of course, I did." He smirked wider. "I have chosen to focus my attention on Elizabeth's progress as well as her future." He turned away from the halfa and toward the portal holding Elizabeth's unforeseen future. "Now, I would hurry. You don't want to be late meeting your daughter."

Elizabeth's POV:

Elizabeth awoke with a startled gasp then gagged when a horrible bitter taste filled her mouth. The nasty chemical smells didn't help her either. She shut her mouth as an attempt to keep herself from vomiting then glanced up, noticing her vision swayed and blurred. A soft whimper sounded behind her closed lips, and she turned her head to the side. What happened to her last night? Why did she feel so sick? Where was she and why was she there?

Her eyes squinted to make out a particular object on the side of the room, but couldn't tell what it was. All she could see was a blurred black square moving from side to side. "Oh, gosh," she whined then attempted to sit up but gasped when she couldn't. Her hands pulled up but wouldn't budge past something holding them down. Nausea forgotten, panicked pants escaped her lips, and she tried moving her legs, but they wouldn't move either. Her fingertips grazed over something cold and metal around her wrists. Her panic increased as she realized what was wrong; she was restrained.

"Help!" she screamed. At least, she thought she screamed. She barely heard her cry over the hum of something running behind her. What was going on? Who would do this to her? Why would someone do this to her?

Something rang.

Her head shot up from where she lay to spot where the loud noise was coming from, but it was difficult to see anything behind the cloaked darkness and her distorted vision. As quick as the ring came, it stopped. "H-Hello?" she called out. "Is someone there?"

Silence answered her, and Elizabeth swallowed down a nervous lump in her throat. "P-Please," she begged. "Answer me. Help me."

More silence. A tear fell down her cheek, and she laid her head back down. How stupid could she get? She was kidnapped and to most likely be held for ransom. No one would help her or free her, for that matter. It was a loss-win situation; winning was in their favor.

Her father would pay whatever they wanted because he was desperate and needed his pawn back. Another tear fell at the thought, remembering the note she read before she blacked out. That was all she was to him, wasn't it? A pawn, something used and not important after she served her purpose.

"Go back to sleep," a graveled voice ordered, interrupting the silence between them.

"W-What?" Her head shot up again, trying desperately to spot the other person in the room. "No, help me! Let me out of here!"

"I can't. Now, go back to sleep."

"Yes, you can! My father will pay you generously for my safe return!"

Silence met her once more, and she let out a sigh then laid her head back down. Her begging was pointless. Her captor knew what he wanted. Otherwise, he would have agreed to negotiate a price. Criminals were ruthless like that.

Before she could attempt to struggle again, a strong hand held her head in place, and her eyes widened in surprise. Something sharp pricked her neck, and she let out a short scream of panic. Tears fell from her eyes and down her cheeks. What did she do to deserve this?

"I'm so sorry, Elizabeth," a familiar smooth voice apologized. "It's for your own good."

Before she could utter a word, a wave of drowsiness hit her instantly. She gasped as her body relaxed and her eyelids fluttered closed. Soft breaths panted out as she was forced to succumb to sleep.

"I'll see you tomorrow," his disembodied voice whispered as she faded into the darkness once more.

Vlad's POV:

Once Elizabeth fell back into a peaceful slumber, Vlad lifted his hold on her then gently pushed her black hair from her eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered, hoping she could hear him but knew that she couldn't. The panicked look in her eyes caused his heart to clench with guilt for forcing that emotion out of her. His other half even felt guilty. Who knew something that was supposedly evil could have a soft spot for a daughter?

His fingers gently glided over her forehead as he continued to push nothing but air away from her eyes. How was he going to introduce himself to his daughter, as Plasmius? Knowing his other half would never intentionally hurt her brought him some comfort, but it wasn't enough. He was too powerful, his temper could get out of control, and Elizabeth hated him.

Vlad let out a sigh and stopped stroking her head; of course, she might hate him too, and that was another reason why this was going to be difficult.

Author's note: Hey, beautiful people! It looks like Vladdy did get this under control for the time being, and he and Clockwork are working together to save her. Let's hope it works. I would hate to see anything happen to Elizabeth.

Fun Fact: I honestly couldn't think of anything for this chapter, so no Fun Fact. :(

Review Time!

Thank you, beautiful GhostWriterGirl-1, for your review! I know! I don't know what's going on with the tattoos, but I hope Vlad figures it out. Hopefully, things will work out in the end. :) I saw! I've been reading your story! It's good! :)

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