Danny PoV

Stupid crazy power hungry fruit loop. What the hell does he want with me exactly? He's so damn creepy! 'I want you' What the hell was that? Sounds like some ax murderer ready to slice me up on a platter and eat me for dinner. Creep.

I looked around the wrecked room and a small feeling of hopelessness sat in my gut. My anger slowly disappeared as I surveyed the effects of my out-of-control temper tantrum. I really needed to work on that. The bedroom was beyond destroyed, there wasn't even a place to sit on. I sighed. Although I personally would like it clean just so I could alleviate some stress, I wanted to defy Vlad more.

So, finally reaching a decision, I plopped down on the spot with the least amount of glass and glowered at the door, knowing full well that I was acting like a five year old and not giving a damn.

I mean, come on! Where does he got off just whisking me away in the night, not even giving me a fair chance to fight back! All I get was a "Time to go, Daniel." announced to my ear at 2 o'clock in the fucking morning and a whack on the head. Then suddenly, I'm in hell.

I chucked a piece of wood at the door angrily, trying to keep my wall of fury up, but all to soon my shoulders sagged.

I wonder what Mom and Dad are doing now. Probably whipping up a search team to come find me. They probably think some ghost got me. I couldn't help but smile wryly. How right they would be.

But, unfortunately, if they came to that conclusion it would only draw them even farther away from finding me. If they suspected a ghost, they would never suspect Vlad. But Sam, Tucker, and Jazz would.

I couldn't help but perk up at the thought of that.

Of course they would immediately suspect Vlad, and with a little coaxing, Jazz could easily get Mom and Dad to come down here. She could tell them that Vlad would help on the search, or that maybe he's seen me or something. Then, since Tucker and Sam would definitely come along, they could search the house while the parents kept Vlad busy.

I smiled happily, relaxing on the floor. I'd be outta here in no time. Unfortunately, I was stuck in this mess of a room until freedom came. I breathed irritatedly through my nose, scowling at Plasmius as thoughts of him fluttered through my head. I continued to lay on the floor, doing absolutely nothing. I'd barely been in here for a single morning and I was already bored as hell. Sam, Tucker, and Jazz better hurry up.

Eventually, I did clean up a little bit, if shoving everything against a wall constitutes cleaning. At least I wasn't walking on glass. Just for the heck of it, I tried the door for the umpteenth time, knowing full well it wouldn't open. Then I tried pacing. Then I tried throwing more things. Then I was back to staring at the door. It turned into a kinda of physical mantra thing. Pace, throw, stare, repeat. Pace, throw, stare, repeat. Pace, throw, stare, repeat. How many hours have I been doing this?

I tried sleeping, but I only managed to get a few hours in. At least I think. I kinda destroyed any and all clocks in the room, so the only way I could tell time was through the window outside. Currently, long shadows were casting themselves far over Vlad's abundant property, disappearing into the thick forest in the distance. It was probably sometime in the evening.

Pushing myself away from the window, I jumped up on the broken bed, balancing on the cracked and split boards that jutted out from the destroyed box mattress. Then my stomach grumbled and I had a sudden thought. Was Vlad going to feed me?

Knowing the fruitloop, he'd leave me to die of starvation and boredom in this prison of a room. I jumped to the floor and chucked another piece of trash at the door. Vlad was so...weird.

Why did he randomly kidnap me? Sure, I'm plenty used to him kidnapping me and stuff, but this time it seems so...unplanned. He's got this air of 'I'm making this up as I go' vibe that I've never seen. He's always so meticulous and manipulative with everything he does. What the heck made him snap? Does he really want me as a son that badly? But I thought Mom was his top priority. Why didn't he just kidnap her instead.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he didn't, but it would have made more sense. After all, I'm just a trouble making teenager. How could I possibly compare to the love of his life?

That weird feeling started coming back as I thought about my rhetorical question and I hastily tried to push it away. Unfortunately, my current situation seemed to just make it stronger and I couldn't ignore it. I could help but think, what if I never got out of here? What if Vlad has finally managed to capture me indefinitely? I was disturbed at how...okay...I was with that. Well, maybe 'okay' isn't the right word. After all, I miss my family like crazy and I was so not okay with never seeing them again. I guess the right way to put it is I'm marginally okay with just the thought of staying here for a while. With him. Alone.

Ah! See why I hate this stupid, confusing feeling? It makes no sense. This was the main reason I didn't want to be stuck here. Ghost fighting with him is bad enough. I've managed to successfully ignore this weird feeling since I first met him at the reunion, but how long could I ignore it?

Then two sharp raps came from the door, and I felt the room drop a few degrees. Great, he was back.

"I'm disappointed Daniel. I would have thought you would be less childish about this. It's just cleaning your room." he clicked his tongue in disapproval, but I didn't turn around to look at him from the broken bed.

"Correction." I replied to the wall, "It's your room and seeing as I'm not going to be here for much longer, I don't see the need to clean it."

"Oh Daniel, I can guarantee you'll be here for quite a long time." he said forebodingly.

"Not likely." I continued to glare at the wall, refusing to acknowledge his presence and remaining stubborn.

He was angry, I could feel it. There was a tense moment of silence before he replied, his voice not as light as before.

"I'm warning you Daniel, my temper can be quite as deadly as yours. Don't push me."

I said nothing, feeling his glare on my back for a second before he finally turned and left, phasing through the door. I glanced back and saw a dish of food on a wheeled metal stand. He must have brought it with him. Hesitantly, I approached the seemingly innocent food.

I think it was some weird Italian dish, but I wasn't about to try it and find out. It was probably laced with poison anyways. Sniffing in disgust, I rolled the table back to the door and returned to my bed, plopping on the floor and glaring at the darkening sky, willing myself to resign to dreams. The day had been so long and boring, and tomorrow didn't look any better. I breathed heavily, already starting to feel the pang of homesickness after just one day. I hope mom and dad were doing okay.

My last thoughts faded as I leaned back against the mattress, hoping I'd at least sleep in till noon so I wouldn't have to face the day as soon. Sweet darkness closed in, and I was out like a light.