Warning:

Due to certain upset comments, and out of respect for my viewers and other ppls who aren't used to seeing my graphic writing side come out. . .

There is alot of sexual stuff in here, not lemons or anything, but very suggestive stuff.

So don't read the second part of it if you are too freaked out with that kind of stuff. The first part tells all basically.

Kay? Kay! Thanks!

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Chapter 14

Hunting

There were a myriad of reasons why Taylor Hecter saw fit to ease her mind with running. At this very moment she craved the feeling of the soft earth beneath her feet, the eloquent breaths of air she took that filled her soul as much as the activity itself, and the free feeling she felt as she soared over hills, flew across the fields, and drank up every minute and moment of feeling alive. Lately she had been so busy with fighting ghosts and her new found friends, that she forgot her love, a love that drove her to the very limit of happiness and physical fitness, and to those there really were no limits. Running was simply astoundingly fabulous to her, and now, alone, on this cold Saturday night of December, she felt the urge to run.

The day had brought a thick gust of snow, it raining down on Amity park turning the slightly slushy streets into puffy marshmallow cakes of snowy delight. A bright moon casted it's glow upon the ground, illuminating the snow, causing it to become like a glass sheet of brilliant pure crystalline essence. It was no wonder that tonight would be the perfect night.

Dressed up in light running leggings, a blue turtleneck, and a tight cap, Taylor was ready to run. Her shoes were laced up to their tightest capacity, without her feeling as though they were cutting off her circulation of course, and now as she took in wanton breaths of the frosty air, she felt free and at home.

Amity Park had many running trails, but one in particular was the most beautiful to her. It was deep in the woods on the outskirts of town, filled with babbling brooks, evergreen trees, and marvelous views of the mountainous Colorado landscape through the thick canopy of trees. Tonight, alone, she was ready to explore it.

Taylor entered the trail at a moderately fast pace, a soft smile on her face as she felt the wind whisper lovingly into her ear. So long it had been since she had felt this elated and wonderful feeling, the feeling of being one with nature and one with yourself. She had needed this for awhile, and she began to recall the events of the past few months blearily, oblivious to the cold and fiery pair of red eyes that followed her every movement.

Vlad Plasmius floated above her quietly, completely intangible. He sinisterly took in her form, feeling bursts of sadistic pleasure flood him. He had been watching her for months, and he knew of only one time when she was ever alone; when she, the brat, would go for her little runs. It seemed quite ironic and funny to Vlad that the very thing she loved was going to drag her into his venomous clutches, and that made it all the better for him. He slowly watched as her lengthy and almost perfect stride set her into motion with every step. Even now, as much as he hated her, he could see the way her body moved in time with her heart. He could simply see how she was born to running, almost in a super-natural way. Never enjoying the sport itself, he could vaguely understand why many enjoyed it. Now in the dark however, Vlad began to fly lower. . . edging closer and closer to his delicious prey.

I will enjoy breaking you child. . .

Soft gusts of air hit Taylor from all sides as she continued to run, picking up the pace moderately. She felt her heart pumping as she moved her arms side to side, dodging twigs and sticks and large rocks as she went. It simply felt so good to be running again, and too wonderful to stop any time soon. Suddenly however, she was awakened from her ecstasy by a soft swishing from above her. Feeling her adrenaline spike and herself become more alert, Taylor kept her pace steady, though she suddenly felt stiff.

Someone was watching her, no. . .someone was hunting her.

Vlad grinned evilly as he felt her fearful energy rush throughout her body. She knew he was there, and she wasn't feeling too good about it. It was all the more reason for him to fly closer to her, just so close that he could reach out and grab her silvery brown hair that she had decided to let free for reasons he did not understand, but he liked it all the same.

Taylor gulped, her veins thick with blood and acid as she slowly looked back. As she did she screamed, seeing the terrifying picture of Vlad Plasmius floating inches from her, his hand outstretched. Not having time to move away, she felt as he took hold of her long mane of hair, yanking it and her body all together towards him.

"Enjoying your run?" he snarled roughly into her ear. She could feel his hot breath trail down her neck, and she could hear the thick crazed sound of his voice. It frightened her, and she tried to run. As she did however, he pulled harder on her hair, causing her to gasp in pain as her scalp was stretched to it's limits.

"Let. . . go. .. now!" she groaned as he stood on the hard ground, wrapping a strong arm around her waste while he forced her head towards him with his other hand.

"And why should I do that child? Give me two good reasons."

Taylor closed her eyes tightly, then opened them, trying her hardest not to cry out more as she felt a few strands of hair come loose from her scalp.

"Because I want you to for one reason, and for another reason I have my. . ."

"Your little Fenton Ghost Fighting Weapons? Oh how quaint!" he said as he dipped his head closer to her small ear, making sure she heard every word.

"But they're no match for me my child. . .and neither is your boyfriend Danny Phantom" he said bitterly as he let go of her hair, letting it fall messily around her tear stained face.

"Now now now. . . what do to with you." he said in a suddenly dripping sweet voice that made Taylor cringe inwardly. Slowly her turned her to face him, both hands tightly around her two arms so she could not move them, and she was far too close to use her legs as weapons. She glared up at him with her almond shaped eyes, watching as his handsome and mature face leered down at her. The look made her feel uncomfortable, but she refused to look away. She was going to fight to the death, no matter how much personal pain it would cause her.

"Oh child. Do not ruin your pretty little face with such a scornful look. It'll only make things harder for you anyway." he said as he moved his hands languidly, almost gently, to her shoulders. She didn't know what he was doing, but he was making her feel suddenly tired. There was some sort of spell he was casting upon her with his ghostly energy.

Ghostly energy. . . well wait!

She could not believe she hadn't thought of this sooner, but she figured that fear sometimes made you lose your head. Now that her hand was free, she slowly tapped the button on her wrist. Immediately, and much to Vlad's shock, she glowed a light blue, then was dressed head to toe in her ghost fighting out fit. Her hand quickly reached for her gun, but Vlad was quicker.

"Ah bright girl! I have underestimated you. . . but that wont happen again. . ." he said in his sickly sweet voice as he dug his hands into her shoulders. She felt herself become tired again as she glowed a soft purple as he robbed her of her energy.

"Come my girl. . . sleep now." he said with an evil smirk.

"N…No! I don't want too!" she said with a lot of power, surprising Vlad as she looked up at him defiantly
. However, in that look he could see as murkiness began to cloud her vision, and her eyelids begin to droop. Slowly Taylor fell against his chest, and Vlad held her close, almost lovingly as she tried to fight sleep. She failed however, and with one last growl of frustration she was asleep against him. Gently he picked her up, feeling the warmth of her body against his chest. He frowned down at her beautiful face, not really believing that she was asleep so soon.

She is small. I suppose the effect worked quickly on her.

Slowly, a vicious, merciless look spread across his face at the realization.

Everything was going according to plan. . .

………………………………

"Ughh. . ." groaned Taylor sleepily as reality swam back into action. She felt so peaceful, so tired, yet her scalp hurt terribly and her wrists felt swollen as though someone was applying pressure on them. But she was lying on something soft. . . something sweet smelling and warm. .

Slowly and blearily Taylor opened her eyes to see a V monogram on a pillow beside her.

A V monogram?!

Taylor sat up, her senses coming back to her as she realized she was in a very large room, a very nicely decorated room, but a very frightening one at that. She opened her mouth to scream, but no noise came out. For she was in too much shock to make a sound, and in too much torment to grasp anything anymore.

"D. . .Danny?" she said as tears slid down her cheek. Hearing his name even from her own mouth comforted her slightly as she slowly tried to get out of the bed. She realized that the pressure was in the form of thick arm ties that had been tied around her gloved hands; she was still wearing her Fenton Lab outfit.

"I'm afraid he's not here to help you little girl." came a dark sultry voice from behind her field of vision. The darkness of the massive room began to choke her as she slowly crawled back against the bed. She looked down in shock to see a massive letter V on it.

Is this Vlad's bedroom?!

Emerging ghostlike out of the shadows was Vlad Masters in all of his glory. He was a tall lithe figure, donned in a professional looking suit. She had remembered seeing him in several magazines that way, but fear ate at her memory causing her to wonder who it was exactly for a second but then she realized and gasped, covering her hand with her mouth.

Vlad watched as the horrified girl moved to the farthest confines of his bed, and for a minute she looked very much like Daniel to him; their jumpsuits were very similar, and she had the same look of childish innocence he had when he was in shock.

"Vl..Vlad?!" she cried out in a mixture of paralyzing fear and homicidal anger.

"I demand to know the meaning of this!"

A smirk tugged at his lips as he sat at the edge of the bed, lazily tracing his monogram with a long finger. His eyes found hers as he smirked at the shiver that raked her body.

"It's quite simple really my delicious little child."

Taylor rolled her eyes at that comment.

"Ever call me that again, and I'll make sure you can never call me that again!"

Vlad closed his eyes a moment, amused at her feisty attitude.

"Ah! Brilliant girl you never faze to amaze me! From the first time I saw you I could understand why Daniel cares for you so!"

Taylor knew what game he was playing. He knew that she loved Danny with all of her heart, and he wanted to use it to bait her into his trap.

"In case you haven't noticed Vlad. . . I'm young enough to be your daughter." she said through gritted teeth.

Vlad grinned sadistically as he moved closer to her. "But that's what makes it all the more fun. Really, high pitched shrieks are more entertaining than matured ones." he said softly, making her mouth drop open from shock.

"C..Cut the crap Vlad! Just tell me what the hell I'm doing in your room! I want answers!" she said, her voice growing stronger with every syllable.

Vlad laughed darkly, making her shiver inwardly in response.

"You're asking me that? I'm surprised that brilliant little mind of yours hasn't already figured it out. . ." he drawled as he reached for her leg. Taylor growled and reached to kick him, but he simply took her let roughly and pulled her towards him she she was sprawled out against his back. He turned towards her and as she reached to punch him he pinned both of her arms to the bed. Then he slowly and with the grace of a cat climbed on top of her so she was completely pinned and unable to move.

Furious, she shook her head from side to side, screaming in protest. "GET OFF ME NOW!" He simply laughed and shook his head. "Since you are properly restrained and unable to do any petty damage, I will tell you Taylor."

Shocked that he used her name, he took advantage of the silence and began to speak slowly. "Young Daniel cares for you my dear. Once he finds out that his very dearest love is in my clutches he will undoubtedly come to rescue her. . ." he paused, relishing the angry scowl that escaped her lips. "And once he comes he will surrender himself for your safety my dear, and when he does I will put him in my nifty little machine. . . that will take his ghost powers away and take his very DNA to make a clone and then. . .well. . .he wont be needed anymore now will he?" He laughed evilly, looking down at the horrified Taylor with a deranged smirk. "And there's nothing you can do about it my dear!"

Taylor screamed and furry and spat at his face, her saliva landing on his nose and sliding slowly down. As it did however, to her surprise in shock, he licked it lovingly off his lips and leered down at her.

"Wh..what the fuck! Stop you sick." He put his hand over her mouth to silence her and slowly pressed his lips to her neck, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin beneath it.

"Now now now. . .this will be much more pleasurable if you silence yourself Miss Hecter. . . if you can anyway. . ." he whispered huskily into her neck.

"Shhttttoopp!" she mumbled into his hand.

Vlad looked down at her and rolled his eyes.

"Come now Taylor. Don't think I already have you figured out. . ." he said with a frown, releasing his hand from her mouth. Though she was spitting mad, and she knew it wiser not to ask, she did.

"..W..what do you mean?"

Vlad shook his head softly then looked down at her with seriousness.

"You love the idea of afflicting pain as much as I. . . you cannot deny that you relish other's pain and torment. . ." he said softly, watching as her eyebrows trailed up her forehead.

"I'm nothing like you!"

"Oh but you are my dear. . . you are."

Vlad smiled into her neck and slowly slid his hands down her body.

"You cannot deny the evil that I feel in you, that lives in you."

He looked up at her as she tried to restrain the shiver of pleasure that ran down her spine as his warm fingers trailed down her body. He smirked evilly and repeated the act.

"Once Danny is gone, you can join me. I can teach you in the art of what you are born into my dear."

"No!" she shouted through tears.

"Stop touching me!"

Vlad raised an eyebrow and did as he was told.

"But do you really want me to stop Miss Hecter? Do you want to deny who you are. . ?"

"I am NOT that! I am NOT!" she screamed as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"But you are Miss Hecter, and only time will help you realize this."

She felt the energy drain from her body as he casted that spell on her again, and she watched as his eyes turned red, drowning her completely in them as she tried to scream, but yet again could not as she became comatose. . . sinking and sinking father away.

"Danny. . ." she gasped in a breath.

And then she knew no more.

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Gah! Vlad is SUCH a pedophile. A lot of guys his age are. You wouldn't believe how many times I've gotten hit on at my job by dudes old enough to be my dad. Sick. Anyway. . . I suppose Vlad is attracted to that evil quality in Taylor, it sort of erm. .. invigorates him I guess. DX Man that sounded nasty. . .but anyway, I think it adds to the whole realistic take on the story.

My writers block might be over now. I'm really disappointed in how it's turned out. None of it felt like my style of writing at all, but I think this chapter really awakened that overly dramatic poet/writer in me.

ANYWAY!

What will happen to Taylor? Will Danny come to the rescue? Stay tuned to Another Ghost Hybrid his Foolishness Created to find out!

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