AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Chapter Three already? I think so. :)
And we even get a little mention of Vlad as an extra bonus.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Danny Phantom, sadly enough.
WARNINGS: None.
Two human beings meant something to Dan Phantom.
Vlad Masters, his creator of sorts, and...
Valerie Gray.
Both hated him now, but long ago, he had been loved by both.
Masters had showered him with a father's affections, and had ultimately been rejected.
Valerie, the hunter girl, had loved him with far more than a friendly or sisterly tenderness, and initially, those feelings had been returned in full. But once he had forsaken his humanity, all loving hopes and cares had been abandoned, left to wither away in the cold.
Thinking back, he could remember scouring the shelves of his sister's dust-covered bookshelves after her death...the death he had caused. Perhaps he had been searching for something to hold onto, or maybe he was just trying to remind himself that he had once been human, once had a sister.
Mary Shelly's Frankenstein...The Modern Prometheus.
That was the only book he could remember. Sifting through pages of an embittered scientist and his raving creation, its yellowing pages still reeking of his sibling's irritating human scent.
Oh, how he had marveled at how perfectly a work of fiction had mirrored Vlad and himself!
He would be his own Prometheus, bringing fire to the weak mortals crowded below.
And oh how they would burn, dancing in flame, their shrieking music to his ears.
But he would leave her, his bloodthirsty Valerie.
Because in the end, the monsters that the two of them had been made into could only find solace in one another, even if that comfort could only be found through hatred and bloodshed.