He He He. Six one-shots! I may have mentioned that I have some issues.
Meanwhile, back in the normal world...
Topic 22: Turning
Rating: K+ probably
Characters: Vlad, Dani (yes ANOTHER ONE! Because... I LOVE DANI!)
Genre: Me no know, maybe another Angst-y one
Pairing: None! Because Vlad doesn't see Dani as his daughter!
Summary: When Dani was created she wasn't half-dead. In fact, despite ectoplasm serving instead of flesh-and-blood, she was 100 percent alive. So how did she get her powers?
Extra Disclaimer: Daniella Violet Moon does not own the Iron Maiden, the torture device that is. If she did, she'd be making a killing (bad pun intended). She doesn't own the band either. Sad.
Vlad carefully placed the slumbering infant into a specifically designed crib-on-wheels. She whimpered quietly, as if having a bad dream. While Vlad doubted a child of her age could understand the concept of a bad dream, it made the best simile.
He hadn't originally intended to have to do this. Had it proved that she was a true, living child, he wouldn't have even considered it. But without powers she was useless to him. With them, she could do more work, spying and if necessary, damage. He slowly removed his hands from the bundle of blankets and retreated from the tunnel of his non-functioning Ghost Portal. He doubled-checked all of the electrical plugs and dials before heading to the small fuse box next to the Portal that contained the On and Off buttons (because he wasn't a complete moron like someone he knew). He opened the box and was about to press the green button... when a peal of childish laughter rang out. She was awake! But he had given her enough sedative to keep her under for six more hours! Did you remember to factor that she's an ectoplasmic being into your calculations? Vlad face-palmed, or would have had he not been standing so close to the wall. As it was he hit his head on...
The On button.
Vlad was spared the sight, being blinded by the first flash, but unfortunately for him, the human body has not evolved with the ability to shut its ears. The universal language known as agony penetrated his eardrums in the long, ceaseless fashion small children are famous for.
Later, Vlad would wonder why he had not cried out like this during his own Turning (as he had dubbed the process). He would put it down to age, self-control, genetic stability and getting the incomplete proto-Portal rather than the fully functional version. Unsurprisingly, none of these thoughts were zooming around his head at this moment. All he could think about was the child being put through a torture that would put the Iron Maiden to shame.
A few minutes after shrieks finally ended, the crib wheeled itself out, revealing a freshly Turned halfa with a pale white mess of hair, eyes that glowed neon green even through her eyelids and several hells of a lot of further screaming to do when she regained consciousness. Vlad looked at her tiny face, and then averted his eyes before he started to feel accountable for her. She was a pawn in an enormous game of getting what he wanted. She was a non-entity and wouldn't last for more than a year or two before she melted into a puddle of ectoplasmic goo. He carried the child, correction, the clone to her, no, its room. He assigned a Holo-Maddie and a feeder-bot to it and then soundproofed the area. He stowed any traces of guilt he found in that corner of your mind that you never ever think of again, ever. He headed back to the library at the entrance to his lab, unconsciously shaking his head in a futile attempt to dislodge the echoes of the Turning.
Would you believe that I wrote this mid-sugar high? 'Cause I didn't, I just edited and typed it. SUGAR!
Pairings:
DoraxOC
VladxDani (fatherxdaughter)
PaulinaxDanny (one-sided)
DVM out!