Chapter 1: The Last Fenton

Danny's eyes stared out at the rolling grasslands outside his window. Nothing but green pastures and blue skies. Everything was bland in his eyes. So repetitive and boring. Like going through a running scene in a cartoon. But it helped to keep his mind off the nightmare ahead. He shuddered at the very thought of it. There was no more Fenton Family. Only the Fenton child was left behind. It really annoyed him that he was referred as to "The Last Fenton." Like he was some kind of project. He wanted to be called by the name his mom gave him. Then the disturbing thought popped back into his head. Danny had nothing left anymore. No idiot dad, genius mom or now-it-all sister. Not even a sarcastic Goth or techno geek to help him through the years of adolescence.

And to only add on to the misery he had to live with his archenemy. Vlad Plasmius. A creepy old millionaire who was the lowest form of scum on the planet. Not only had he tried numerous times to destroy Danny, but he also tried to get with his mom and kill his dad. Danny was nowhere near strong enough to beat him nor did he have the cunning. He could only imagine what Vlad would do to him once he got there. Since he was rich he could afford to buy any torture device he wished. He couldn't tell the authorities that Vlad was a ghost hybrid bent on destroying him. They would think he was insane and send him to a nuthouse. Maybe it would have been better to be in an asylum for mentally crazy people. As long as he was far away from Vlad.

These thoughts only depressed Danny more. It would only be a matter of time before he started becoming destructive and malevolent. A troubled teen that was angry at the world for taking everything away he held near and dear. Next thing you know he would end up some punk in jail or on the run from cops. The only thing that could comfort him was the picture he held in his hand. A picture from his past life when he was happy. When he was protected by the very people around him. He gazed at the smiling faces on the photo. They held so much joy and jubilance. Too bad they were only a memory now. Why?

"We're here kid." The cab driver stated. The words dragged through Danny's ears. He hoped that they would drift out of his head and disappear. Like they weren't real. Danny didn't move from his seat as he closed his eyes. Maybe this was all a dream and he would wake up. Wake up from this ever so vivid nightmare. Make it go away. Make it go away.

"Hey kid. Kid!" the cab driver said irritated. Danny opened his eyes and sighed. He was still there. Still in this twisted nightmare. He peeked out the window and took in some air. Nothing on Earth could prepare him for this. He braced himself as he opened the door. The sun blinded him for a moment. It seemed weird because the weather didn't match his mood. It should have been raining. There should have been lightning and thunder. After the glare of the sun died down Danny looked up at the mansion. It towered high over him and was slightly intimidated. Mansions were usually tall, dark and empty. They only served as home for secluded mad geniuses. Once the cab left he knew there was no turning back. There was nowhere else for him to go. He was alone with the one person he hated the most. Come back, come back Danny shouted inside his head. Danny shuddered as he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. But he didn't show it. He turned around into the face of Vlad Masters. All Danny could manage was a frown. That was the only emotion he felt right now. The rest of him was dead. At first Vlad's face was blank but then it changed into a smile. The weird thing was that it wasn't a smile of hidden objective. It was a smile of consoling. He was actually trying to act comforting.

"Well Daniel, you're here. We're family now. I'm sure you'll come to like it." Vlad told him. Danny didn't have the inner strength or anger to tell him what was on his mind. He wasn't going to say that Vlad wasn't family. He didn't want anything to do with him. But where else would he go. Vlad was the only one who could understand his situation. The only one who could help him control his ghost powers. Then a feeling of disgust wiped over him. His ghost powers were the whole reason this happened. They were the whole reason he was here.

After that moment of awkwardness Vlad helped Danny take his bags inside. It was a long walk down the hallway. The halls were haunted. Not by ghosts but by memories. Danny could remember the first time he figured out Vlad's alternative personality. The first time he ever attempted to kill his dad. For a moment he actually wished that he had taken Vlad up on that offer. If he had the same skills he might have been able to save them. They would still be here. But no matter how he twisted to story all fingers pointed back to him. Danny found that he was dumping on himself again. Not exactly the remedy he needed for his sickness. Then again there wasn't really a remedy or cure and there was no sickness.

"Here you are. Your new domain." Vlad said as he opened the door. He said it like it was something to be excited about. That was the exact opposite way Danny felt. The room was the same one he slept in the first time he came there. Vlad probably did it on purpose just to haunt Danny. He wasn't even there for five minutes and already his patience was being tested. It didn't look any different. Like he put effort into its presence or how it looked. Danny threw his bags onto the floor and grabbed the bags from Vlad. He threw them down as well.

"Need any help unpacking?" Vlad asked curiously. Those words were enough to make him go crazy. Danny just closed the door in his face. He immediately took that as a no. He could understand what that was about. Danny was still mourning. All he needed was time. On the other side of the door Danny just plopped onto his bed. He really didn't feel like doing anything. Nothing interested him at the moment. The picture lay in his hand. Only thing he could do was stare at it. Wasting his time away living in the past. Before he knew it hours passed by and darkness fell upon him. No sooner did Vlad creep back up to his room. Go away.

"Dinner?" Vlad asked meekly. Danny could see his head peeking through the door.

"No." he responded sullenly. He spread the covers over him just to emphasize that he didn't want to eat. Vlad now realized that having Danny here would be no different than his usual manner of living solo. Feeling defeated Vlad traveled back down the stairs. In a weird way he and Danny were one in the same. Both of them had lost something they loved. If they were lucky they could mourn together. To ease each other's suffering. Vlad could only hope.

Danny was under the covers of his bed snacking on candy bars. They were enough to hold him through the night. He wanted to avoid contact with Vlad for as long as he could. There wasn't even a good chance that his cooking was good. Danny was cooking up plans in his own head. He didn't want to stay here. The authorities should have done a search on Vlad. But there was nothing they would find on him. Anything criminal he did he did while he was Plasmius. And people don't really pay attention to ghosts. To them they were just culminations of children's imaginations. And according to the law Danny was a child. Nobody would believe him. Maybe he could runaway to somewhere else. He hadn't unpacked any of his things. The only problem was where he would go. Danny got up and scanned the landscape outside the window. Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Even if he did run away he wouldn't have anywhere to go or know how to survive. Vlad really was his last choice. He was stranded here until he could live on his own.

With nothing else to do Danny fell back in his bed. He couldn't sleep though. Not with Vlad somewhere in this house. What if right now he was just waiting to ambush Danny with some deadly weapon? So he figured he better sleep with one eye open. Just in case. But Danny couldn't keep either eye open and he drifted into slumber. Hopefully he would make it through the night without anything happening. He really needed a good nights sleep.

Vlad silently walked down the hallway. He was searching for something but he didn't know what. There was definitely a strange malevolence around his home. As much as he searched he could find nothing. It started to drive Vlad crazy. Out of curiosity Vlad decided to stop by Danny's room. He could be doing anything right now. Sneaking around getting into trouble, setting up traps or just fooling with things. When he reached Danny's door he hesitated for a moment. He giggled. How silly was it that he was checking on a harmless fourteen year old ghost hybrid. It's not as though Danny was a threat. Not that he would be in the mood to try anything like that. Especially on Vlad. These thoughts traced through his head as he rotated the handle. The door creaked as he opened it. He poked his head through and looked around. All he could see was the covers moving around furiously and vigorously. Underneath them he could see Danny squirming around. Uttering words in his sleep. Practically yelling. Vlad felt a sense of pity. The young boy was suffering a great deal. If he was lucky enough he would just put it behind him. Just as Vlad did.

This is my first fanfic on this site. I tried as hard as I could on it and hopefully you will enjoy it so I can continue.D

Please give constructive criticism and tell me what I can improve on. Then I will do my best! Thanks!

Parke-Chase