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Story:

Once again, Danny felt his eyes turn red as the anger boiled inside them. Vlad smiled.

"You certainly have a lot of pent up anger, don't you?"

"What did you do!" Danny yelled.

"I simply knocked them unconscious," Vlad shrugged. "I figured that you watching your friends and family being tortured would build a lot of energy. I didn't kill them becausethey're no use to me dead...well, not yet." Danny realized the gloves were glowing, and took a deep breath.

"I'll stop you," he said slowly, his voice dangerous, and reached for the Fenton Peeler lying on the table. He suddenly felt something holding him back, andlooked backto see one of the vultures had grabbed onto his shirt. He turned and looked just in time to see another vulture come flying at him, smashing into his face, and knocking him over. He shook his head and looked up, glaring.

"Nice try," Vlad sighed, "but you can't save them now." He floated over to the group.

"How about I start by taking out my biggest obstacle," he turned and looked at Danny, hiscruel smile never loosing a centimeter. "Now that you're out of the way, that is." He turned around and slapped Jack across the face.

"NO!" Danny yelled, jumping forward. Two rings of red light appeared around his waist at his comment, and he looked at them in horror. "NO!" he yelled again, grabbing his head and slamming his eyes shut. "I'm calm, I'm fine," he said. "I don't need to transform...I can conquer him as a human..." the rings froze about a foot apart, and started to reverse as he continued to talk to himself. Gulping, he slowly got to his feet, as if to take a more firm stand.

"You know you can't, son," Vlad said again. Danny heard his father groan, and he felt the rings stop again, hovering over his body.

"I know," Vlad continued. "I'll start with your little girlfriend here." The rings began to creep outward again, and the voice of cruel laughter now boomed in Danny's head, yelling that he could not stop what was happening to him.

"No," he whispered.

"Wake her up," he heard Vlad order. "I want her to feel this." Danny looked up in time to see Vlad's hands start to glow red with ectoplasmic energy. The vultures grabbed a pitcher, and poured water on Sam's face. She sputtered and gasped, and Danny watched as her eyes flew open in surprise.

"Where am I?" she asked, shaking her head. "Danny?" she looked at him, standing there, with his hands still on his head, half-transformed. "Danny no!" She glanced up at the figure floating above her.

"Hello, my dear," Vlad's voice oozed with fake kindness. "This is going to be burned into your friends mind," he glanced back at Danny. "Let's make sure it's burned into to your face." She winced and leaned away, pure terror on her face.

"Vlad," a voice behind them made them both turn.

"NO! Danny!" Sam screamed, but it was far too late. He stood there with his fists balled, glaring at the older half-breed with red eyes, through the white hair that had two black streaks zig-zagging through it. The second transformation into his evil form was now complete.