Disclaimer: Danny Phantom. . . Ah I love it. But I do not own it. . .YET Mwaahahha

WARNING

THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY VIOLENT!

Don't read if you don't like blood, and Taylor beating the crap out of Vlad, or Vlad beating the crap out of her.

Chapter 16

Let Go

"So you want to get this right?" asked Danny as he pointed to a silver Mercedes. Both teens were in a fancy car dealership, heavy jackets unbuttoned to relieve them of heat. Danny still had his odd black hat on. Smirking slightly, Taylor stole it from atop his head and put it on her own.

Often they would fantasize about expensive cars together. Both were taking drivers education classes in school and knew that there was a limited amount of time before they would be on the roads, free to do what they wanted.

"Indeed sir, indeed." she responded in a forced proper voice, eyebrows raised in amusement as she looked over at Danny with a smile. Her black hat made her look rather old, and she pushed it farther down on her forehead.

"That'll be a bagillion dollars, and forty three cents." Danny held out his hand, expecting the money with the look of an uptight salesman.

"Cheerio!" she exclaimed brightly as she gave him air money.

The two teens were soon lost in laughter, piles of snow falling around the store.

Gasping, Taylor Hecter woke up, eyes wide. The horrible events of the night came back to her in an instant, overwhelming her mind and body.

"No! Stop! Vlad no!" she screamed, thrashing around like a fish out of water, the very breath of life leaving her lips. As she stilled however, she felt the blankets settle over her body like puffy red tents.

Silence.

Frowning slightly, she slowly sat up in the bed. She felt a chill ripple her body, which was due to the fact that someone had taken the liberty of removing her clothes and putting her in a flimsy robe. Growling in anger, she hoisted it closer to her, not liking the fact that it barely reached down to her mid thy.

Flimsy robe

Her heart began to pump faster as she realized that someone had to take her clothes away, someone had to . . . But she wasn't soar anywhere. . . she would be soar wouldn't she? She knew she would be, and the fact that she wasn't made her feel relief. Yet there was still the degrading fact of. . .of. . .

I can't think about that right now- she thought, fighting back hot tears of shame and anger that had begun to form in her light brown eyes.

I need to get out of here. . . that means keeping my cool.

Taylor's body had begun to shake, and she tried hard to regain her composure before slowly taking in her massive surroundings. Knowing one's environment was a very important part to survival in any terrain or situation, even if this terrain happened to be a castle, and the situation was far too ugly to face.

Daylight had dawned on the room, opening the scene to the horrible situation she was currently in. Breath shallow and heavy, she got up from the prison that was Vlad's bed and felt a soft plush carpet hit her feet. She looked down with disgust, and then looked around the room cautiously. There was no noise with the exception of an old antique color ticking solemnly, and the sound of her own breath leaving her lips.

". .Vlad?"she called out softly to make sure he wasn't in the room.

She was answered only by the slight rustle of the wind as it tousled the red curtains on the massive window to her right. Shivering, Taylor desperately wanted to find clothes. She slowly pulled the robe closer to her, her taut muscles twitching slightly from the blast of air.

"Awake are we Taylor?" came a smooth voice from the corner of the room.

Taylor felt the utmost urge to scream out in shock, but instead she simply looked over to see Vlad calmly leaning against the wall, raking his eyes over her with interest. His eyes found hers and he smirked evilly, his fangs showing briefly in the light of the room.

"No Vlad. I'm sleeping." she responded sarcastically, tying the string of the robe around her to avoid his inappropriate gaze. She glared at him with hatred, body tensing with anger as she took in his smug form. He wasn't wearing his usual suit. Instead he was wearing a robe quite similar to hers and a loose pair of sleeping pants that showed his taut muscles through the thin fabric.

"Why so angry dear? Are you not enjoying yourself?"

"Don't call me that! Don't even talk to me! You sicken me!" she shouted at him, enraged by his nerve and lack or moral values. Furious, she looked for the doorway out of his room. Spending time in a room with someone who had the intention of killing Danny , and who most likely took advantage of her, was too much to bare. She needed to get out, and now, before she strangled him.

To her surprise however. . . no door was to be found. Vlad chuckled evilly at the expression on her face and sauntered over to her until he was a few feet away. Her angry face looked up at him, teeth gritted, eyes narrowed with the intent to kill. He leaned forwards gently.

"A ghost has no need for doors."

Vlad drew back slightly as he saw something break in the young girl before him. Her eyes, once holding warmth and light suddenly became darker, filled with something he had seen only when he looked at himself in the mirror. Pure, intense, hatred and evil filled her as her inner demons drove her to the edge.

"I'm going to kill you!"

She flung at him with speed he did not know she had, and she punched him square across his nose. Hot blood trickled out, shocking him. Now, a bit more serious, he took both of her thin wrists into his hands as she tried to punch his stomach apart and growled as she struggled. Screaming in anger Taylor kicked him in a not so very comfortable spot. Vlad shouted out in pain and released her immediately, waves of agony spreading over him as he crumbled to the floor.

"LET ME OUT NOW!"

Having a tantrum resembling an aggravated two year old, Taylor began to throw several small statues at Vlad.

"LET ME OUT! I DEMAND YOU!"

Several of his favorite pieces smashed on the floor, spraying him with sharp glass. Crying out, Vlad became intangible at just the right time. Shocked beyond belief, his eyes flashes a Plasmius red as he looked up at Taylor, all warmth in her eyes gone as she stared down at him with hatred.

Without any warning, two dark rings formed over Vlad, turning him into Vlad Plasmius.

"Oh you think that's going to scare me?!" she shouted defiantly as he looked down at her with anger beyond any he had ever felt before.

"Go ahead! HURT ME!" she yelled insanely, her long curly brown hair trailing messily down her face.

"Waste me Vlad! There's nothing more you can do to me- nothing worse than hurting DANNY!"

She lunged at him again, holding a sharp piece of glass. Vlad went intangible, causing her to stumble right through him and into his wall. A loud crash resonated, and a few drunken steps later Taylor fell to the floor on her side, quickly getting up and turning to face Vlad.

Her thoughts were only to see his blood all over the place as she screamed demonically.

Her anger is fueling her now. . . I can see it.

Then she threw the glass at him, it stabbing his muscular leg. Vlad groaned in pain and angrily sent a large purple ray at her, Taylor running to the side to dodge it. She did with flying colors, and began to run around the room, Vlad not being able to lock onto her long enough to shoot.

"Stay still!"

When she didn't do as he said, he flung at her at immense speed, knocking her and him across the room and into the wall.

"NO!" she yelled desperately as she felt him overwhelm her. He was much taller and weighed far more, and she was starting to lose strength in her arms.

Vlad growled and grabbed her snugly by the middle as she clawed and struggled, writhing wildly in his arms. She screamed and yelled violently, not giving up to his stupid shit. No matter what was going to happen she was going to fight till the death. When he pushed her into the wall, crushing her, she growled and bit into his neck. Vlad groaned in pain as she sank her teeth into his green, mouth filling with his blood as she tried to suck the life out of him.

Enraged and full of fear, Vlad pulled her mouth off of his neck and banged her head roughly into the wall. Blood poured down from her mouth as she screamed like a banshee at the top of her lungs, completely infuriated to the breaking point. Vlad, not being able to take the sound of her screaming covered it with his hand. When she bit through, he screamed and slammed her into the wall, her voice not wavering in the least despite the blood seeping into her hair.

Something about seeing her blood was upsetting him, and with one last desperate motion he covered her mouth with a bruising kiss. He felt her scream settle into his throat, weakening as she lost blood. Blearily she reached out and dug her hands into his back, feeling as he sucked his blood right out of her mouth. Crying desperately, Taylor hit his back a few times, feeling weaker and weaker as the blood that kept her alive was pouring out of her scalp. He deepened his kiss as she began to become limp. Even as she did she was still tense, fists pounding on his back as she became lost in the feel of his mouth against hers.

Everything became fuzzy as Vlad finally let her go. She shook a bit, dropped to her knees, and began to crawl away.

"N.n.n.no.." she groaned in pain she Vlad came after her and scooped her up, himself feeling as though he was going to pass out from the injuries she inflicted upon him.

"Taylor stop it!" he said, his voice softer than she had ever heard it. He changed back into Vlad Masters his suit covered with his and her blood.

"I'll never give in Danny wont die. . .Danny is going to be okay!" she screamed as she tried to punch him again, but this time he took her wrist and in one fluid motion and threw her onto his bed. The shock of hitting it silenced her as her blood drained to the last of it's capacity.

Vlad groaned and fell to the floor, suddenly realizing that he was weaker than he thought. . . and she was stronger than he thought. He looked at her sullen form blearily. She was almost seventeen, which meant that she was almost a fully grown women. Still however, he had never seen someone fight so hard, and almost win against him. Groaning in pain, Vlad got to his feet.

Slowly he walked over to her and checked her pulse. It was very unsteady, and suddenly he felt a slight wave of fear pass through him for what he wasn't sure. Daniel would be devastated to know that she bled to death, but why wasn't he, Vlad, happy? Growling out in hatred he scooped the bleeding girl into his arms.

His maids would have to babysit her.

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That was a really dramatic chapter. Very bloody, full of fighting and screaming. We can see Vlad has some sort of a human side left in him, but not very much. Well, Taylor wasn't going to take his attitude. .

I got the inspiration from the chapter title because of the song Let Go,by Red. It describes Vlad and Taylor's relationship very well. I just thought I might have to add that detail because of copyright reasons.

Now, I must get to bed.