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Person to give the 100th review gets to pick the next one-shot. I've had such horrible one-shot block, it's not even funny.
I've been wanting to write this for a while. This is based off of a picture by Dinkelion on Deviant art where Vlad his holding Danny, and Danny has the dreamy look on his face. But in the background you can see their shadows, and it looks like Vlad is biting Danny.
I always knew he was a vampire.
So, Dinkelion was looking for some Vlad!vamp fics, so I wrote this, but I don't really want to tell because I'd feel like I was mooching ideas.
Anyways, here is is. Sorry for the cliffie.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
A fat, bloated moon hung low in the sky, seemingly beckoning to its children to come forth into the pale light. One tall figure, clad entirely in white, hung from a sloping branch of a tree in the Amity Park public recreation center. His bruised purple tongue licked away a trace of crimson liquid from the corner of his mouth, erasing all signs of his previous meal. From his perch, the man, his face covered in frostbitten blue skin, scanned the area, trying to scope out the others that haunted the trees. Deeming the area clear, the man dropped from the tree, quietly walking forward, keeping himself on the alert.
He could sense others hunting around him, silent and deadly, picking off small animals that attempted to escape through the tall grass. Vlad Masters simply ignored them, continuing onward toward his goal.
The new power within him was crawling beneath his skin, demanding to be fed on something more substantial than the dog he had just finished off. The man knew that he could not sustain himself until he the local brood was in his control. It was his duty as mayor to keep the populace in check. The undead counted as well.
Amity Park's clan was small, but had potential. Vlad was born to lead, and so he would take the local brood as his own, and mold them into a tool he could use.
As he continued to walk, there was a menacing hiss from above. The man turned to look, seeing a pair of red eyes greeting him through the thick foliage. A colorless bruised hand was slung over a lower branch, and few strands of pale hair were visible through the leaves. On another limb, a doll was perched.
The hissing continued, and eventually, a dark figure dropped down, growling lowly like a cat. Vlad scoffed, standing tall in the face of his sudden threat. He could see that his attacker was a middle-aged man with dirty, unkempt hair interlaced with flowers and twigs. He held a young girl, no more than ten years old, in his arms, her light blonde hair speckled with blood.
"So…" Vlad trailed off, trying to keep his voice calm. "You're the kind to goes after his family…am I right, sir?"
"Who are you?" The vampire demanded, his red eyes glowing brightly. "You have no business being anywhere near my brood."
"So it's your brood then." Vlad sneered, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over him. "Then you should see yourself held duly responsible for their actions."
"What do you mean?" The leader snarled, setting his daughter down on the ground beside him. He sliced his long nails through the air, hissing once again.
"I've learned in my short time as an undead, that a brood should go almost entirely unknown to the general populace." Vlad continued, trying to rein in the wild instincts that were screaming at him to attack. "The existence of yours is beginning to become public. That is not a good thing for me, being an undead holding a high-ranking office. It would be very bad if I were unable to hunt because of all the vampire killers roaming the streets. Death is not in my agenda at all."
"High-ranking?" The leader spat, nervously licking his lips. "Who are you?"
"Why, I'm the mayor." Vlad sneered. "The mayor of this fine city. Your brood is causing me trouble, so, I am here to take control of it."
"It's mine!" The other vampire snarled, lunging forward, his claws swinging around in an arc. Vlad stepped back sharply, managing to dodge the blow with only fractions of air between his face and the claws of his assailant. An evil grin spread across the mayor's face as he charged a ball of red-hot energy in his hands, allowing it to creep over his arms. In a split second, he aimed and fired at the brood's incompetent leader, striking him directly in the chest.
The energy ate away at his body burning him swiftly to nothing more than ash.
Vlad smiled, his long white fangs gleaming in the moonlight.
"The others will feel your death." The mayor whispered, staring down at the ashes resting at his feet, "They will feel it, and know me. All of them will follow me without question."
He then licked his lips, feeling his power calling to him, begging him to feed before the sun arose and forced him back into the shadows. He turned his blood red eyes to the strange metal structure that towered above the other houses on the street, standing out like a sore thumb. Night was when Daniel was hunting as well…though for ghosts instead of blood.
"Perhaps, he's already returned to his bed." Vlad mused to himself, turning on his heel.
His mind told him that nothing would taste sweeter than the warm blood of the young halfa. He could imagine the boy, completely transformed, following his master's every command, standing loyally by the mayor's side as Amity Park slowly fell the undead. Daniel's transformation was always inevitable. His bite had always been part of the plan.
But tonight…tonight would be the last night of the boy's dying humanity.