Bitter UNIONS

by Team04Phantom

First installment of the Danny's Story series. He knew the minute his dad suggested to spend Thanksgiving week in Wisconsin that there'd be trouble but he never imagined what actually happened. Struggling to separate fantasy from reality, Danny's world comes crashing around him when he agrees to one week with Vlad. His life will never be the same. Rated for graphic rape.

5. Chapter 5

Disclaimer: Butch Hartman owns Danny Phantom. I do not.

AN: This story contains rape and male sex. If this disturbs you, please do not read.

Chapter Five: Halfa Island

Once my eyesight cleared, I noticed I was getting quite hot. I look side to side and noticed sand was everywhere. I came to a full upright position, "What?"

"Welcome to 'Isle of the hybrid'. Our very own paradise," Vlad remarked.

"Aisle of the what," I asked. What was he talking about?

"Not aisle, isle," Vlad said. It sounded like the same thing.

"What's the difference," I asked him.

"Aisle, like what you said, is a row. Isle is a land surrounded by water," Vlad applied.

I scoffed, "I'm not the smartest person but even I know it's island," I remarked.

Vlad chuckled, "Yeah, the Island of the hybrid doesn't sound right or roll off the tongue!"

"That's because you didn't take the shortcut. Why not: Hybrid Island," I said. Then I paused. "No, Halfa Island. That's it!"

Vlad looked at me incredulously… but he had a smile on his face, "You haven't been here 2 minutes and you are already renaming my island!"

"It needs my help. Honestly! Where did you come up with that," I asked.

"Never mind," Vlad said. "Let me give you the ground rules. We'll have the island to ourselves so we won't have to worry about distractions. I won't be holding your hand for the next four days but when I call, I expect you to be there. I'll give you the chance to be obedient but if you make me come after you I won't give you that choice. Also, Daniel, allow this to show you what happens when you go back home. If I call and you don't answer, this will be your home."

And just like that Vlad left me alone, heading up the hill from the beach. I stared after him in shock. After all the fear, all the anxiety and this is the big aftermath. I don't believe it.

I looked towards the sky to see an unnatural green dome discoloring the sky above. I didn't need to wonder what the obstruction was. Vlad had a ghost shield installed and I'd wager that since he knew about Halfa's this one doesn't have a loophole. No wonder Vlad feels comfortable not to 'hold my hand.' He's got a stupid ghost shield doing the job for him!

I began to walk down the shore. I don't know where I'm going but it's better than sitting there. The island was huge. Where it ended, I could not see. There was a small embankment going inland where Vlad went but I'm not going that way.

The temperature was so hot for the time of year that I'm certain I'm on the other side of the world. I know that places like this can have warm winters but it's especially hot like this side is experiencing summer. There is one way to test my theory.

I kick my shoes off, careful to keep the sand away. I removed my socks, tucked them in my shoes and bent down to roll up my pants leg. Honestly, now I wonder why I just didn't take my pants off. It's not like I'll keep my pants on for much longer anyway. I tentatively put a toe in the water.

The water was exhilarating, warm yet cold at the same time. And just like that, it went from winter to summer. It was no longer December; instead, it was after Memorial Day. My head rushed in enthusiasm. I could no longer hide my excitement. I shed the stupid suit, laying it on the beach.

I dived into the ocean, allowing it's exhilarating water to wash over me. I allowed the water to wash away my troubles, wishing to forget my shit load of trouble. Of course, it would never work but maybe it would work enough to give me some peace.

I paddled the water, enjoying the odd opportunity. The sun beat through the ghost shield uninterrupted by of the obstruction. The sun's position in the sky also told me that I was far from home. We had left Grandpa's at six o'clock and now the sun was on the other side of the sky. I swam out into the deep blue ocean, curious to discover the end of Vlad's territory. I swam until on the horizon I saw the usual blue on blue scenery of the ocean was now green. End of the shield.

Now with my limits in sight, I swam with determination. Within a few short minutes I saw the boundary.

The shield and the water met in the most unnatural way. Because the rocks, water and atmosphere were of the human plane of existence, the ghost shield had no effect on them. The shield passed through the water as if it were only an image however I've had enough experience to know it wouldn't do that to me.

I turned my attention from my confinement to my space. Maybe I could get through this if I looked at it not like where I can't go but how much room I have. Honestly, I've been restricted for so long; it's nice to have more room to stretch my legs. I turn myself around the rims of the island location. At first glance, I thought it must have been a trick.

The island was nowhere in sight, completely vacant from the scenery. It scared me at first but I stuffed the human fear away. I am half ghost now, that means my limitations are a far-fetch from my previous limitations. In other words, there's absolutely no reason I should fear drowning.

I began my swim back towards land when I was done sightseeing, which honestly didn't take long. After the shore reached my sight, I decided against going back to land. Land meant Vlad whereas water was freeing. It might only be an illusion, but I wasn't ready to be told the truth yet.

Being half ghost certainly has its perks, I'll say that. How many people can say they started to swim in the morning and now it's dark. I'd say that we were about ten or more hours ahead of Standard Eastern Time by the way time was passing. It hit midday a few hours after I arrived so I'd wager that we're somewhere in the south pacific.

"So you're not a complete idiot, unlike your father. Good to know," I heard Vlad say. I didn't look up or try to search him out. For all I knew, he's nowhere around here. "I'm on the beach, boy. About five meters from where you're swimming. It's getting late, Daniel. I want you to get a good night's sleep."

"A good night's sleep? Seriously?"

"Daniel, I didn't have a whole lot of time before. That's not who I am at all. If you think I make love to my bitches 24/7, you're seriously misled and I take the blame. But you will be allowed sleep time," Vlad remarked.

"Fine. We'll go to bed," I remarked. A scary thought began to emerge in my mind but I pushed it aside.

"Not now. We'll sleep in the same bed when I think you're ready," Vlad remarked. It still amused me how he knew what I was thinking before I thought it.

I removed myself from my haven and went straight into the beast's lair. Vlad let me up a small incline and I finally saw the rest of it. The land leveled out for majority of the area, leaving wide-open spaces. Sand was everywhere I looked but the place had some good soil farther from the water.

"Do you like it," Vlad asked me in an optimistic voice.

"It's swell," I said in a dry voice. Vlad's optimism dropped. "Look, I'm a prisoner here. When asked if an inmate likes the prison, does he say, 'oh yes! Best place on earth!' No he doesn't. So don't take it personally."

"This island is meant for us. God's of the universe. This is meant to be our domain. When you join me, you will be master same as I. You will no longer be a bitch. You will be my equal," Vlad remarked. Does he think I'm stupid?

"Your equal. I'll join you but I'll be your equal," I said disbelievingly.

"Yes, you will be my equal. Everything we do will be a joint effort. Do you even know what joint is?"

"Of course I know but I also know you'll tell me anything to get your way. As soon as I do that—which I won't—I'd be your flunky just like Skulker," I remarked.

"You could never be compared to Skulker. Skulker and the others are failed specimens. You and I are perfection," Vlad remarked. What a froot loop!

"We are the same as everyone except we are Halfas. The only thing separating us from humans is the ghost part and vice versa. We are not gods or kings of anything. I'm Danny and you're a Froot Loop," I told him.

Vlad smirked at me oddly as we approach a fifth wheel trailer. Vlad had a camper set up. Vlad stepped into the trailer, not making sure I was following.

"Good God, this must have cost a fortune," I remarked in awe outside the trailer. Every inch of this trailer must have been custom made.

"I spared no expense but it's only temporary. It'll serve its purpose until my house is done then I'll destroy it or something," Vlad remarked.

"Destroy it? Do you know how many people there are who can't afford something like this? Give it to charity. Rifle it off. Sell it even. Don't destroy it," I said in shock.

"It will be obsolete. Why would I deal with the hassle," Vlad asked.

"You don't get it," I said aggravated.

"No, I don't. That's why I asked you to explain," Vlad said.

"There is more to life than what you want or your needs. Sometimes you need to put yourself last so someone else can have a chance to shine. It's more rewarding than you could imagine," I told him.

"You are truly hopeless, child," Vlad said with a look on his face. I can't figure this guy out. "I get why they call you a hero complex ghost instead of the conquering ghost that you are."

That word always sets me off. "I'm not a hero. Just because I have superpowers doesn't make me a hero. There are a lot of people out there with absolutely no special talents and is more of a hero."

"I wasn't calling you a hero. To me, you're nothing more than a child living a fantasy but I'm just saying I finally get it. You are truly a humanitarian."

Then the other part hit me, "What do you mean, conquering ghost?"

"Yes, you are a conquering ghost," Vlad remarked informatively.

"That's a lie," I defended. This upset me more than it perhaps should have. "I would never conquer anything!"

"Then why do you conquer your hometown, huh? You may not realize it, Daniel, but when you throw the ghosts that come through the portal out of town, you are claiming it as yours."

What Vlad was saying registered and suddenly I saw my mission from the ghosts' point of view. All this time, I viewed it as they invaded and I guarded. However, I too am a ghost. I'm no longer a human defending my home, I'm a ghost guarding my new turf.

"Very good," Vlad complemented me and went on to say: "they don't care about the humans. Things are very cut dry in the Ghost Zone. A ghost is either a conquering ghost or a non-conquering ghost. There is no in between in classifications however between the other ghosts you're a hero complex ghost. The ghosts understand our unique situation but you are still a conquering ghost."

"I still don't feel that way," I replied as we entered into the sleeping compartments.

"Well, I certainly don't feel like a non-conquering ghost but that's how I'm classified," Vlad remarked, "This will be your room."

"Hold it, hold it, hold it," I interrupted, "you're a non-conquering ghost?"

"Yeah," Vlad remarked, his temper not flaring like I had expected. "Because I have no intentions, at least that they know of, to conquer anything, I'm non-conquering. Of course, the right person just hadn't come along."

"Not interested," I interjected. "What would I do with subjects? I'm failing the one's I have now!"

Vlad chuckled softly, "Yes, I haven't forgotten about that. I will see if you need a tutor."

"I don't have time for one," I replied, plopping down on the bed in the room. I spread my arms out, watching how one crushed against the wall and the other fell off the side of the bed. "I'm too busy with ghosts."

"What are you doing," Vlad asked me. I looked up from my game.

"Enjoying the cramped conditions of the bed," I replied honestly. I drew my arms inward and expanded them again.

"Enjoying," Vlad asked. "Why would you find that enjoyable?"

Because it'd be difficult for you to fit in here, I replied telepathically. I spoke silently because he had said he'd never punish me for my thoughts.

Vlad chuckled out loud, "Funny. Still remembering the preview I gave you?"

"You mean when I thought males couldn't have sex facing each other," I replied aloud, shuttering at the memory. "Definitely."

"There are a lot of misconceptions about homosexual sex," Vlad informed me. "I hope soon, you may be able to tell fact from fiction."

"Well, I'm not so sure." A lump formed in my throat. Things flow more smoothly when we're not discussing sex. It's almost as if there are no boundaries between us when we're talking, but when sex becomes a topic I freeze. I don't like it and he knows it and I do believe that's the reason he likes it so.

"Not entirely, but you do excite me. You're the first bitch to be able to handle the things I put my women through and the best part is you're still young. Essentially, you should have more difficulties than the others. I guess that's because you are like me. Our power levels are higher, therefore our expectations are higher so it makes sense, kinda, that you'd be the only one who could handle my intense regimen."

"Did you ever stop to think," I said meekly, by voice barely above a whisper, "that your expectations are just too high."

"I know they are," Vlad replied looking at me. "However, it doesn't mean I will lessen my expectations. You are my bitch, I don't lower my expectations for your needs. You push your boundaries for my expectations."

"That's why so many of them die," I replied, my voice still at the same level as before.

Vlad stood up from the bed, his eyes locking with mine for a moment: "There are many bitches in the world. But there is only one you." Vlad exited the room, shutting the lights out as he went. I sat in the dark, thinking about his last sentence. I expected him to bring up how he views human life as expendable, but how he treats me as a valuable resource scares me.

XXX

I opened my eyes after an unknown amount of time had passed. I stretch my muscles alive, the pain I felt in them causing a grunt to escape my lips. I came to my feet, finishing my stretch. I walked over to the light switch, flipped it on, and prepared to begin the day. I figure it's best to get myself up and started then to be rudely awakened by Vlad.

Inside the small sleeper room, there was a smaller closet. Thinking perhaps Vlad stuck the clothes he bought me inside I opened it up. Sure enough, inside are numerous outfits all clearly meant for summertime. However, I think they're girls' clothing because they are tight and revealing. I tried to select one that will both fit and make me comfortable, but I don't believe there's any here.

Without any choice, I instead go for bonus points and pick one that will make Vlad happy. The outfit I select is far from one I may choose on my own.

When I departed from the room, I found Vlad already awake. He looked up sharply from the stove from the sound. "Daniel," Vlad replied, startled. "What are you doing awake?"

"I rarely get any sleep anymore. The teeniest bit will refresh me."

"Breakfast is almost ready. I was going to awaken you after it was done. Have a seat," Vlad said.

I quietly took a seat at the table, waiting patiently for Vlad to finish. I wondered what the billionaire would make. Would it be terrible because he rarely cooks or would it be rich because he's… well rich. I hear Vlad let out a snicker though all I can see is his back.

When Vlad appeared with breakfast, I certainly hadn't seen it before but when I bit into it, it was heavenly. Vlad sat beside me, his own breakfast in front of him, watching me intently. "After the accident, I went to culinary school. I always had an interest in the arts, but after my parents lost our money, I had to choose one thing. Maddie was certain of her future so that meant I was too."

"Why pursue her after all these years," I asked. I mean, he's had countless women since then. What could Mom possibly have the he doesn't already have?

"This Samantha girl, what does she represent? You're uncertain if she feels the same way you do but yet you haven't ended the friendship. What keeps holding you out?"

"That's not the same. I don't hold out for a possible love relationship, I'm terrified of pursuing because I fear losing the friendship. If it was rejection, I'd already asked."

"Seriously, a teenage boy not afraid of rejection. Just tell the truth," Vlad replied.

"I am serious. When I was seven, I had girls at the camp placing dibs on me. For some reason, the only place I can't talk to girls is at my own school. I'm an outsider there."

"But you're used to being a leader," Vlad stated to clarify. Images of the years at the ghost hunters' camp flash in my mind.

"Yeah," I said meekly, "I didn't ask for it. I don't even remember accepting the job. It's always been there; I've always been responsible for it."

"It's because you're a Fenton," Vlad said. "Your family has been in ghost hunting for centuries. When the first ghost portal appeared, no one knew what it was but the town kook suggested it might be a doorway to another realm. He was right. He was your ancestor."

I took another bite of the rare breakfast delicacy, asking as I did: "So, what's on the agenda today?"

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could work on your vagina," Vlad said. I paused in my effort to take another bite, my fork hanging in the air. "I know that makes you uncomfortable…" Vlad trailed off. He doesn't know anything about how that feels.

"What were you thinking about," I asked, placing the uneaten bite back to the plate. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore.

"Well, I need to get you accustomed to placing pressure on it. The slightest touch and you're coming unglued. If I don't get you able to at least stand to have it touched, then I won't be able to use it after this week is over."

"That… doesn't sound like such a bad idea," I stated quietly. It takes me minutes to get over the sensation. I can't have Vlad spend entire sessions on the sensitive area and expect to go home just afterwards.

"That's what I'm thinking," Vlad remarked to my thought. "If I take you for a night and return you for school or whatever, you may show signs of our rendezvous."

"You can't do this," I stated abruptly. "I spend so much time fighting ghosts. I never know when one will attack. One day they might, one day they might not. But all I know is every day the portal is open, more ghosts discover the only entrance back to the real world!"

"And it doesn't matter," Vlad replied, taking a bite of his breakfast. "You need to finish eating."

"I have responsibilities! The few times I actually spend ghost hunting has severely cut my time I've dedicated to my other obligations. If I am now obligated to being with you whenever you feel like it, I'll be even more strapped for time!"

"If you're concerned about time management, I can arrange for time to be set aside," Vlad remarked, placing his fork on his now-empty plate and folding his fingers above the table.

I perked up, "Really! You mean like… 2 days a week?"

"No," Vlad remarked, his voice level and patient. "I mean 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year for the rest of eternity."

Another lump formed in my throat, replacing the one that had previously formed. Thirty-two hours was terrifying at first, and then 90 hours sounded like hell—but forever? "No," I remarked quickly. "I'll make out the time… but please, don't take me."

"I want to," Vlad replied honestly. "Every bitch I've ever had possession of has lived with me from the moment I decided I must have her to the moment she drew her last breath. I'm not used to sharing what's mine."

"Please," I said, my throat swelling from the panic. "I'll come every time I'm called. I'll put you first on my priorities. Don't take me from my family."

"I said I wanted to… I didn't say I would. I can't very well have you disappear and be in my possession when Maddie chooses me, now can I?"

Like I believe that will stop him. There is no end to his level of power. He can do anything and he takes pride in that. He asked my parents for an entire week with me and they didn't blink. I swore I'd never surrender and I'd always fight him but now I'm too afraid of the consequences. It's almost as if he already rules the world.

"Hardly," Vlad replied. "Now, finish your breakfast so I can show you how you'll bathe these next three days."

"I'm done," I replied, pushing my plate away. Vlad set his wrists, allowing his head to prop against his fingers. His gaze intensified, locking eyes with mine. A stinging sensation entered my nose, the odd reoccurrence of smell reintroduced. Apple and cinnamon blended to form a smell I had almost forgotten about. Suddenly, I knew what this breakfast was. It blended apples with cinnamon, a pastry designed to throw off diets and ruin nutritional goals.

I knew it was all in my head. I hadn't had a taste or smell invade my senses for months… well, at least naturally. I picked the fork up, the aroma unbearable. I slipped the cake gently in my mouth, suddenly the cinnamon bursting in my mouth and the crunch of the apple, still crisp and sweet. Before, the cake had been soft and moist, falling apart the minute it hit my tongue. Now, the flavors danced on my palate, a beautiful melody playing.

I forgot how good something could taste. The sweet, decant chocolate of a cupcake, the tangy, bitter taste of a too-young orange, the starchy, buttered taste of mashed potatoes. It's something you can easily take advantage of until it's gone. How I longed once again to have the grace of the greasy, fat-filled taste of the mighty-meaty Nasty Burger meet me. Even the tastes I hadn't cared for before, like cabbage, could be missed if it was missing from your life. Now, the only satisfaction I get is the countless strange-combination shakes I make for myself just to see if I can taste the contradicting flavors or the horrible pairs I'd picked. Cheese puffs, bacon and ice cream blending together shouldn't be so easy to swallow… but for me it is.

The last bite vanished from my plate and Vlad raised his head back into the air, constricting his wrists. His gaze went lax and the flavors disappeared.

A small whiff of cinnamon lingered in the air, as if we had devoured the food and the only thing left was the wrapper.

"No one can understand that, can they," Vlad asked me, glancing in my direction. I closed my eyes, trying to remember the last real smell I had. "Burnt flesh," Vlad answered. It was… as the high volts of electricity coursed through every inch of my body.

"Yours was on a bigger scale but it was the same as mine. The portal had so much juice; it had to for the assigned job. Your parents were opening a doorway to another plane of existence. It's not as easy as plugging in a hair dryer."

"Yeah," I replied, shaking my head. If I dwelled too long, I'd find myself trapped in that portal again, dying.

"We're more alike than you want to admit," Vlad said. "You spent five minutes in a working portal, wondering if you'd ever come out alive. I spent five months in a hospital, wondering if the mysterious condition I had would fry my brain. The doctors had no idea what was spiking every vital I had."

I nodded, "Blood pressure, heart beat, temperature… all twice as high as it's supposed to be."

"Breathing rate," Vlad added.

I looked to him, "What?"

"Your breathing. Try it someday: count the breaths your friends take and then count yours. The longer you stay in ghost form at one time, the harder you'll breathe. It's kind of like a whale or dolphin's lungs. For every hour you spend in ghost mode, you need an equal hour of reserved air. If you run out of air, you can die."

"So when I'm in ghost mode… I'm really breathing but it's already air I've collected? How is that? Why is that?"

"Something like that. There is still human in you and humans must breathe. The longest anyone can hold his or her breath is up to a minute. But then again, we're ghosts too and ghosts don't breathe. It's a mixture of both."

"So why not make us breathe in ghost mode?"

"Then we wouldn't be ghosts. We'd be humans with ghost powers," Vlad remarked.

"That's what we are anyway," I said dryly, looking at him.

"Not quite. We're ghosts who have the ability to blend in with humans but we're ghosts through and through."

"That can't be right! Everything is from the human's point of view. We have higher pulse rates. We have higher blood pressure," I yelled, making my points. I raised my hand in his direction, "We take more breaths to collect reserves! Everything is to compensate for the foreign ghost abilities!"

"That's one way to look at it but you are but a child," Vlad said.

I interrupted him, "True but I'm not stupid! We're half ghost, not half human!"

"Exactly, meaning ghost is dominate," Vlad remarked.

I growled, "Only because they're more powerful than humans. Ghost weapons and ghost's weapons are two different things. The difference is one you carry and the other is you."

"I don't expect you to understand," Vlad said as if I was arguing that the world wasn't round.

"I understand perfectly! It's you who has his head up his ass," I retorted.

"No, I believe it is you I have my head up," Vlad said. He wasn't talking about what I was talking about.

I quieted down, calming my emotions as I did, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice."

"You shouldn't question me, either," Vlad remarked dryly.

"I'm sorry about that but if I don't agree with something, then that's it. I won't agree with everything you say… I'll just keep my disagreements to myself."

"I guess I could tolerate that. As long as you know who's boss," Vlad replied, unfolding his arms so he could lift himself up. "It's time."

I lowered my head but proceeded to stand up. I knew who was boss and I didn't like it but I had to know my place. I was a very small leaf in a very strong windstorm… if I didn't blow with the wind, I'd end up being blown away with the wind. I couldn't allow that.

Vlad led us out of the camper and into the heart of the island. Just as the camper disappeared out of sight, a large water tower in the distance appeared on the horizon. "There are no sources of fresh water on this island. To get fresh water, you'd need to strain ocean water or get it from this water tower. I'll just tell you, it's easier this way."

I didn't even want to ask how you strain ocean water and, Vlad, if you're listening, don't explain it. I already have a small headache. Once we approached the massive tank, I noticed the plumbing that lead from it but abruptly stopped. Vlad lifted his hands in the area, "Form ecto-energy," he ordered.

I felt the swirl of energy dance around my hands. It felt so weird yet cool to be able to pull the energy up without firing it. I hadn't noticed that it's the same when I'd use it as a warning in battle. Even the first day I noticed I had ecto-energy I could pull it up around my fists. I just never knew someone could mold objects from it.

"Okay, enough playing. Think of a pipe, including the hollow center and come over here," Vlad ordered. I hadn't formed the pipe yet but his instructions didn't include forming the pipe yet. "Very good," Vlad complimented me. I walked over towards him. "Place your hands at the end of this pipe and as you imagine each component of the pipe, move your hand downward. This way, you won't have to install the shower after you create it."

I imagined a straight pipe to the best of my ability, moving my hand down the tube as I imagined it. The object started taking shape. "Okay, here you want to imagine a large bucket. Make sure the pipe stays open so the water may flow into the container," Vlad instructed me. I kept imagining the pipe until I reached where his hands were, then I began imaging the tank he ordered. "Stop the bucket here, an opening at the bottom. Then, think of another pipe, this time going uphill. When you get here, imagine a spigot. If you want a retractable spigot, imagine it. A head shower, then there you go."

I done as instructed, imagining a retractable hose and spigot at the area where the water would exit the contraption. I was sure to imagine the hollow areas so the water would be able to flow. However, now I had a problem: I had a retractable hose in my hand but nowhere to put it. Vlad smiled, "Now, to see if you are as good as you say you are."

"I don't like where this is going," I remarked, biting down the fear in my throat. However, this fear wasn't of pain; it was the fear you get before a big test.

"Okay, imagine the wall of a shower. Imagine every inch of that object, just as if you were creating it in this instant. Then, once all the bumps are smoothed out in your mind, use the other hand to shoot a beam where the plumbing ends and the shower begins."

I tried my best to imagine it. However, after every accomplishment I made, once I went on to another part of the shower I'd lose focus on the one I imagined before. After a few minutes, I decided it was now or never and I shot the beam.

Vlad chuckled. Well, at least he wasn't mad. The shower looked deformed. It looked as if the momma shower drank heavily when she was pregnant with my shower. Oh, it looked horrible. The bottom looked best but even its floor had a blurb in the lip of the ceramic. The top looked the worst, with the wall sagging and some chunks missing. The absolute worst was how there was no hole for my spigot to emerge from. I had failed.

"Don't be ridiculous," Vlad remarked, ending his merry laughter. "It took me five months to perfect this power. I didn't expect you to get it right on your first try. You did good, Daniel. You did good."

Vlad's fist powered up red energy and he touched one finger to my utter failure. The eyesore disappeared in an instant. "You'll get it someday, Daniel. Don't be so hard on yourself," Vlad replied. The energy changed color from red to green. After a minute of silence, Vlad shot a beam and a perfect shower appeared. He made it look so easy.

"If you listen to me, you may too someday," Vlad remarked. "Now, all you have to do is open the pipes and command the energy to warm the water." Vlad walked back to where the piping began and twisted a normal valve opener. Water began to pour out but it was cold. I focused on warming the water through my ecto-energy. Slowly, steam began lift off the water. Vlad nodded his approval, "Very good. Now, be careful not to make it too hot. You can't feel the temperature so the next thing you know is you're getting 2nd and 3rd degree burns." I didn't worry about that. I figured out a long time ago that everything changes when you become a halfa.

No longer self-conscious, I stripped down to nothing and stepped into the shower. I wasn't that dirty, honestly. Vlad hadn't had sex with me in hours and all day yesterday I swam. Vlad disrobed as well and stepped into the cramped quarters with me. I looked tentatively over my shoulder but managed to keep it together.

Vlad pulled me close, holding my body next to his. My shoulders tensed but I remained quiet. Vlad lifted my chin with a finger until our lips met. Vlad kissed me, holding the kiss for several seconds. He took my hand in his and gently introduced my hand to his shoulder. Then he took my other hand and draped it over his shoulder. His body swung in a rhythm and now with my arms on his torso, I moved to the beat as well.

Vlad's lips once again came crushing against mine, however now with the movement my lips involuntarily moved against his. I closed my eyes, my subconscious telling me I was kissing him. I never outwardly showed my discomfort but I knew he could tell I wasn't enjoying myself. Vlad's hands wrapped around my waist and he pulled me until we were touching. I shivered, as the water would run off his penis and onto mine.

Vlad's mouth left my lips and began to go to my neck. My right hand draped still over his shoulder but the intimacy crushed my left.

Once he arrived fully on my neck, he began to nip at it. Vlad was still Masters so his teeth were normal but that didn't mean it couldn't penetrate flesh. I felt my skin break during one of his bites and his lips sucked the small trickle of blood that formed. Once I felt the nick heal, Vlad lowered himself to my breastplate.

His lips trailed past my nipples and down to my abdomen. Vlad's mouth slowly moved towards my pelvis. Soon, more than the shower created a wet sleeve over my penis. I closed my eyes as his mouth came over the staff in its entirety. I found comfort that he was on my penis and not the sensitive area but I knew the shower was young.

Vlad finally moved off my penis and grabbed my balls in one of his hands. I stood perfectly still, my eyes wide in terror. It wasn't because he was fondling my testicles, but because he was so close to the sensitive area. I felt Vlad's fingers flex past my balls and the tips gently tip the area. My legs kicked from the discomfort, causing Vlad's fingers to bump into the general area. Even though it was only in the vicinity, I grunted out in pain, biting my tongue to stop the scream.

"Well," Vlad hummed as he ran his hand further past my boy genitals. I instructed my legs to go straight as boards but it did little to prevent a reaction. Vlad placed a finger just on the outskirts again and I once again kicked in discomfort.

My gasp had a little more scream in it this time and I pursed my lips together to prevent it from becoming a full scream. However, Vlad knew how this affected me and he pushed in another centimeter. He still wasn't on the sensitive area yet, but I kicked so hard that I threw his hand completely beneath it.

I couldn't stop the scream this time, but I did curb it into a whimper. Vlad twitched his fingers, not removing it from beneath the area but causing it to move from the disturbance. I grunted out in discomfort again but my grunt accompanied a painful sob. Vlad's fingers flexed in the middle and caused the flesh to part. No grunt escaped this time, only a frantic cry.

"Please," I was once again begging. It had been more than a day since I had begged Vlad however it was no use.

"I told you," Vlad replied, "I will not listen to your pathetic cries during our time. Do not waste it; if you want for it to stop, speak to me when I'm not engaged in the middle of our time!"

"Just not the sensitive area," I cried out, bringing my legs together. Big mistake, I realized, as Vlad's hand went sideways and started to push harder against the flesh. I returned them to their former stance but it was too late.

"Well, what do we have here," Vlad remarked. I whimpered even before he began anything. I didn't have to read his mind to know what he was thinking.

Vlad turned his hand sideways and tears welled in my eyes. If the accidental push hurt that bad, I didn't want to feel Vlad doing it on purpose. I felt Vlad's index finger push against the flesh and I cried out. Soon, the middle finger joined the index and he began to push further in. When I felt the index finger push into the tiny cavity, my knees began to buckle.

"That painful, huh," Vlad remarked. I felt something support my knees. I glanced down but Vlad hadn't done anything as far as I could see. Vlad pushed until the index entered the cavity and now the middle finger graced it. Behind them, the widest part of Vlad's hand entered the flesh.

I screamed out in pain, excruciating pain. I swore I could no longer feel my knees below my waist but I still stood on my feet. I felt Vlad's hand ball up and he started to push the fist in. Even though I had already experienced this, I still screamed out in unimaginable pain.

I felt my head swim and I felt as though I would pass out. I noticed I was beginning to feel warm. Less than ten seconds later, I heard Vlad yelp. Out of the corner of my eye, I seen Vlad shoot a beam towards the plumbing. The water ceased and so did the warmth.

Vlad removed his fist from my sensitive area and I finally felt my knees give way. I fell in a thud to the floor but it didn't hurt. I lay there, crumpled up on the ground as Vlad walked over to the tower. He cut the water and the gushing flow of water stopped. I closed my eyes, noticing my cheeks were still wet. I turned myself intangible, the weightlessness causing some relief to flood through my body. However, as soon as I became solid again, the pain persisted.

Vlad's face was unreadable to me, but he spoke slowly: "Go get dressed. I'll see you in a bit." Vlad walked off in the direction of the camper but I stayed on the ground. I still couldn't feel anything below the sensitive area. Everything dimmed in comparison to it.

Sometime later, I came wobbly to my feet. I swayed when my full weight placed on my still aching knees. I lifted myself in the air, too hurt to walk back to the camper. I turned intangible at the area where my room was and phased through. I slowly put on the clothing. Once I was finished dressing, I lay down upon my bed and sobbed.

I don't know how long I lay there, but I noticed how time seemed to accelerate. I came to my feet, the pain apparently gone. However, when I stretched I felt the soreness return. I hadn't felt a subsequent injury in so long and I certainly hadn't felt the resonating pain since the first week after the portal accident. I forgot how debilitating the pain could be when it isn't fresh.

I walked quietly out into the camper, trying to avoid Vlad. When I didn't see him at any of the obvious places, I tried opening my mind. Nothing came back, the area seemingly empty. However, you just don't have a power for twenty years and not know it's weakness. I'm not convinced I'm alone here; why would Vlad leave me behind?

I walked out of the camper and headed for the ocean. With the previous torture, I should hate anything water related but swimming has always relaxed me. I've always wanted a pool at home but Mom and Dad always said they never had the time to level out the ground. If I knew it wouldn't cause questions, I'd just use my powers.

I swam as far away from land as possible and even spent some time underwater. I felt actually free in the water and my mind actually let go of the constant fear of Vlad's return. Soon, the only thing on my mind was enjoying the water—to which I did.

I noticed the sun hit the highest spot in the sky; noon. I turned over, floating on the water. I chuckled to myself; no wonder I picked up on flight so easily. I almost forgot how much swimming was like flight... I mean flight was like swimming. You know you've been a freak of nature too long when you compare the powers to the natural world instead of the other way around.

As the sun began to slip onto the other side of the world, I grew bored of just floating on the water. I flipped over and began swimming into the curve of the dome. I hoped I could find somewhere that was peaceful and furthest from Vlad. I shivered as memories of the hell I've been through since Monday entered my mind.

I focused on swimming, refusing to give into my terror. I had an excuse when Vlad was raping me, no matter what he said, but if I stood strong when he wasn't hurting me, then I was still winning… I think. I'm glad that Vlad won't accept my surrender during sex… I know it's only a reflex. I don't want to give up, I just want him to stop.

On the rim of the dome there were these rocks just sitting there. I floated upon one and pulled my knees closer to my chest. I watched the sun sink slowly into the horizon. It was far from night but the slow descend reminded me that no matter how dark it got, there would always be another sunrise. I don't care how much he hurts me or how much I want to die… I'll know that before Monday, the sun will rise again and this hellish night will end.

The ocean seemed to go on forever, taking with it my chances of escaping. I shook my head. No, Fenton, remember this will pass. You'll see your family again, you'll spend a day away from Vlad, you'll have days you won't be raped… even as I said it, I doubted it.

I glanced up at the sky and was surprised as the purple intertwined with the clear blue sky. Had that much time really slipped by since I arrived? I shook my head, refusing to worry about such nonsense. I was going to stay on this rock until the end of time if I had to.

The horizon began to grow darker, my visibility becoming absent as night fully set in. I could still see better than humans but the night was so black that even I had a problem seeing. I looked to the black sky and saw absolutely nothing. No moon, no stars, no dark purple… clouds had covered the sky that fast.

A flash of lightning lit up the mysterious sky. Dark, ugly clouds stretched in all directions. I still didn't care. If I was lucky, I'd be hit by lightning and be saved from this hell.

The rain began to pour like buckets above my head. I sat there, getting drenched in minutes. Thunder crashed and lightning lit up the sky moments later. Wind blew fiercely, picking up waves and crashing them against the rocks. However, I stayed grounded… I was even stronger than typhoons.

A crash of thunder resonated again and I swore I heard Vlad's voice. I brushed it off, blaming it on my imagination. Then I heard it again. I shook my head, still convinced it wasn't him. Why would he come for me now? But when it happened a third time, I turned in the direction of the island. Of course I couldn't see it, but I knew it couldn't be my imagination. I could feel him, his anger burning deeply. I stood up fearfully, taking to the water.

The ocean was turbulent below the surface, much more than I had anticipated. At first, I was thrown in all directions but I focused. Soon, I had breached the surface enough to where the currents ceased. I held my breath and swam as long as I could without breathing. Finally, my lungs burned and I needed air.

I came to the surface, gulping in huge amounts of oxygen. Lightning lit up the sky but a shadow fell upon me. I looked to see what the shape was and my heart leaped. Vlad had found me.

"Didn't you hear me calling," Vlad demanded. I leaped into the air, my powers surging. I saw Vlad's eyes widen in anger as I lit the preverbal firecracker. If this were the cartoon, you'd see streaks behind me. "Daniel!" Vlad was really angry.

I didn't dare stop, just going in a direction. I saw land and the camper but it blew by so fast that I was once again in the ocean. I hadn't realized that the dome completely covered the island. When I reached the end of the dome, I dropped quickly to the surface of the water then gently lowered my bottom half into the water. My heart beat so hard I thought my heart would bust through my chest. It must have been pushing 250 bpm if not more.

I took calming breaths and because I was Fenton it worked. Soon, I was calm enough to rationalize. I silenced my mind as I sunk under the current.

…

I surfaced, taking a deep breath while I looked around. Once I had collected a big breath of air, I disappeared below the ocean.

…

I raised my head to gulp in another big breath when I felt something grab my hair. I scream out, too scared to be angry for him touching my hair. I began to cry, not knowing what else to do. Vlad lifted me to his level, his light blue face standing out in the pitch-blackness. Vlad took my shoulders and wound them together. Soon, red energy encased me like a Chinese finger puzzle. I struggled but the burns just seared my skin. I cried out for a different reason.

"You had to do that, didn't you," Vlad said, clearly furious.

"Don't," I screamed. "Let me go! Just, please, let me go!"

"No," Vlad remarked darkly. Vlad clenched his jaw, his anger evident in every inch of his body. "I was going to let you have the night off again but you've done it now! I told you to come when called. Not only did you hide from me, you ignored me and ran when caught! You will pay for this and I hope you realize if you're in the real world and do this, your punishment will be tenfold!" I felt my stomach lurch and we were in the camper again. However, I didn't recognize our location. We must be in Vlad's room.

The room was three times bigger than mine and the bed was enormous. This room looked like something I'd expect Vlad to have. It was expensive in the usual ways… furniture. Vlad pushed me to the bed, my face in the covers. I felt heat overcome my entire body and I screamed as my clothes burned off my body. Vlad's hand became freezing against my now naked body. I sobbed but didn't beg.

I felt Vlad penetrate my anus as a ghost. It didn't hurt; I was used to it but I instantly felt the obstruction in my throat. I don't understand it, how does it feel that big? Vlad began to pull and push me along, easily surpassing the 1200 times per minute. I still didn't scream but soon I found him passing the three mark. My head began to become blocky and I found myself in real pain. Vlad was pushing himself and I found myself desperate to escape. I held my ground, praying the sun on my hell would come up soon.

XXX

I thought morning would never come but eventually I did see light come through the blinds. I knew my hell was far from over but at least I had the sun to accompany me. If Vlad hadn't installed the blood burner, I'm certain this bed too would be destroyed. At long last, I felt Vlad pull out of my anus and rest beside me. I pulled my knees to my chest, staying in the fetal position. Death passed through my mind again but I brushed it off. It can't be long. Certainly, Monday can't be too far off.

"Go take a shower and meet me for breakfast," Vlad ordered, standing up to my side. I couldn't see him but I felt the bed shift, signaling him standing up. I heard the footfalls exit the room and the door slam shut. I came to my feet, my injuries long gone. I felt a sob coming on so instead I laughed.

I arrived at the tank less than a minute later, forming the tub section first. It looked crapy; a box with a hole for the spigot. I installed the plumbing, put the hose and spigot in and phased into my boxed shower. As I removed the blood from my anus and legs, the water began to pool. I didn't put in a drain.

After I had cleaned myself up, I phased out of the water box and heated it. The water boiled away faster than any stove burner could dream of. I dissolved my handiwork and went back to the camper. Once dressed, I met Vlad for breakfast.

I ate silently, not daring to speak to the bastard. After eating, I wondered if I could be excused.

"You may not," Vlad replied, still eating his breakfast. I remained quiet, not daring to anger him. After Vlad finished, he spoke, "Follow me."

Vlad didn't go far, only to the counter. He removed a glass and added water. To the water, he put big tablespoons of sugar in. Then he pulled his pants down. Here? And what's with the water?

I went upon Vlad's staff, curious as to why he was in Plasmius form. I ran my mouth over his penis and the cloth immediately choked me up. I continued anyway, the fabric at times rubbing a spot on my mouth or tongue. When Vlad was about to burst, I felt his hands hold me down. You want me to swallow… I get it.

However, I completely missed the fact that ghostly cum is toxic. I felt the burn go down my throat, seemingly burning a hole in my esophagus. I tried pulling away but Vlad tightened his hold. Now I get it.

Once he was finished, he grabbed the water. My eyes widened in horror. Sugar only aggravates injuries. If I drink that, then my throat might swell.

"Exactly," Vlad remarked. "I shouldn't do this because if you knew this trick last night it may have taken me longer to find you… but, since you will be my apprentice I need to give you a heads up. Drink."

I took the glass, tears swelling in my eyes. My throat would swell and I couldn't breathe. When I ran out of oxygen, I'd die. I wish I'd make my mind up… do I want to live or die?

I drank the water in one gulp. Instantly I felt the water begin to work. I dropped the glass, my hands instantly going to my swelling throat. Sparkles began to cloud my vision as my oxygen levels became dangerously low. My head began to swim as I felt consciousness leaving. Vlad walked away, not even staying with me. Please, don't go!

I collapsed to the ground, the world going black around me. I began to cry as I realized I was going to die. I don't want to die! I don't want to! Not this way… I want to go for a purpose. Let me die protecting my family. Let me die saving my town. Just don't kill me because Vlad has nothing better to do. My body started becoming sluggish. I fought the drossiness, knowing if I gave in it'd be my last stand. However, I fell miserably, blackness consuming me.

I opened my eyes slowly, expecting to find my grandparents and be in the Ghost Zone… however, I was still lying on the ground. I lifted my head and my hand went straight for my throat. It was enlarged, completely closed off. I ran to the bedroom where there was a mirror. I looked into the glass and sure enough, my throat had enlarged. I looked closely to my chest but saw no tell-tell signs of breathing. It was as if I was in Phantom mode but I had black hair.

Anything you can do in ghost mode you can do in human mode, Sam had speculated. Was she right? Can I survive without air in human form? Am I even still alive? Maybe I'm a ghost.

You're not a ghost, I heard myself speculate. I wasn't sure where that thought came from… then I turned around. The bastard that tried to kill me was behind me. Oh, don't be ridiculous. I knew exactly what I was doing!

I passed out, I declared angrily. I grew so low on oxygen levels that I collapsed. That was too close for comfort.

Of course you passed out. You weren't trying to conserve your air levels. You just kept using it up as if your life depended on it!

I thought it did, I mentally yelled at him. I felt my anger bubble below the surface. I was beyond upset.

Well, you were wrong, Vlad replied candidly. I'll heal your throat tomorrow if it doesn't heal on its own. I've never used this on a ghost before… no need. They don't breathe anyway.

Wait, you did this to a human.

When they're misbehaving. I'll cut off their windpipes and make them suffer for a few seconds. It only lasts a manner of seconds but it's one of the most terrifying experiences. I could vouch for that. Go out and enjoy some sun. When I call, I expect you to answer.

Like that's gonna happen, I spoke before I realized what I had said.

If you don't, I will make your life a living nightmare, Vlad glared at me, his threat seemingly concrete. I floated into the air and phased out of the camper. I went back to my rocks.

Once again, I was sitting on that rock with my knees pulled to my chest. However, now, my chest was absent of the pushing and pulling required by all humans. I lay my head on my knees, another clue that says Daniel Fenton isn't entirely human. Sometimes I wonder if I'm human at all.

Vlad said he'd heal me tomorrow so I wonder if that means tomorrows Monday or will he give me a day to breathe, no pun intended. I don't care if I have a day or not, I want today to be Sunday so I can go home. I look out on the horizon, praying I'd see the ops center. I knew I was just wishful thinking… I'm stuck here for the visit's entirety.

I stood from my rock and dived in headfirst. Now that I didn't need to breathe, I could stay underwater so long Vlad wasn't looking for me. I swam deeper than I'd ever gone before, the pressure of the ocean doing nothing to me. When I finished my oceanic tour, I returned to the surface. I didn't want to maybe miss Vlad's call.

I came up to the surface extremely close to the shield. Just being in the vicinity of the shield burnt and I assumed the cause was because I was using my ghost powers to survive with no oxygen. I backed away from the dome, but my foot caught something. I panicked at first but then I noticed it was just a fishnet.

I used my ecto-energy to cut away the net that wrapped around my foot. However, when I came to a full upright position, I noticed something else in the net. It was too big to be a fish but it appeared too small for its size. Upon close observation, I noticed it was a baby shark.

Well, sharky, what are you doing here, I wondered to myself. I couldn't even speak to calm it but it looked too resigned anyway for a fight. I used my ecto-energy to cut it loose as well but the thing began to sink to the bottom.

No! I yelped mentally, racing after it. I used my ghostly powers and the shield burnt me again. I mentally screamed, but began to pull the dying shark away from the bottom of the ocean.

I formed a shallow box with my energy and placed it in the water with the shark inside. I shot another beam and a few dozen fish floated to the top dead. Sorry, guys, but you were doomed anyway. I started collecting the fish and put them in with the shark. It didn't even attempt to feed.

Come on, buddy. You have to try at least, I thought. It just laid there, slowly dying. I picked up a fish, determined not to fail this shark. My energy began to break the fish down like enzymes in the stomach. Finally, I put the fish in the shark's mouth via my intangibility. The shark made an effort.

Knowing what to do now, I began to grab fish after fish, breaking the body mass down. The shark began to gain its strength back.

When the shark was strong enough, I dissolved the box and watched humorously as it went after the live fish instead of the dead ones. It just goes to show you can't suppress nature. Sometimes someone can cheat Mother Nature but in the end she always has her way. However, in that sense, you will forever be Mother Nature's bitch such as I am. I survived the portal accident and even got a glimpse of the processes of life prematurely but I will forever walk the balance of life and death.

When the shark was strong enough, he swam away, passing through the shield as if it were nothing more than a projection. I put my hand towards the green dome and regretfully retrieved it back. The shield was thinner than a piece of paper but it was stronger than steel to me. It was my parents' invention, after all, and it done what they asked of it.

The sun hit the highest part of the sky, signaling the middle of the day. Hopefully tomorrow at this time I will be on my way home. I hope that I am, more than anything I want to see my family and hug my mother. I want to hear my dad blather on about ghosts, knowing secretly that I am one of these so-called ectoplasmic anonymities. I want to see my mother and her overprotectiveness. I want to see Jazz and hear her psychoanalysts of my mental health. Speaking of Jazz, I'll need to keep this secret.

I want to hear Tucker and Sam argue for the millionth time this month about something no one wants to share with me. I want to see Tucker and hear about his newest technology. I want to listen to Sam explain to me again why mainstream is more evil than any ghost I could face. I want to talk to Brit again and discover what mischiefs she's getting into in Texas. I want to talk to Mom and Dad Number Two again and hear Dad Number Two complain about how his newspaper will be ruined beyond recognition when Tucker takes over the paper and hear Mom Number Two defend her son and say that it will be his to do with what he wishes.

I want so much but most of all, I want off this island and away from Vlad. I want to find my first ghost and beat the un-living shit out of it. I want to double dare Dash or anyone at school to look at me cross-eyed. I want to go home and do whatever I want and not have to ask Vlad for everything or anything I do.

I swam away from the shield and went back to my rocks. I stayed there, hiding from Vlad and begging for this week to be over. Oh, God, please end this week.

XXX

The sun hit the last atmospheric layer in the sky, causing the blues to mix with the purple. Night was falling again and that meant that Vlad would probably be looking for me. I tried to take a calming breath but it only put more strain on my sore throat. My hand went instantly to the tender area, and I mentally cursed myself for forgetting. Soon, I thought. Soon, this week will end and I can put it past me.

I decided for one last swim before heading back to land. I jumped into the air and dived headfirst into the water, allowing the chilling water to wash away my fears. I swam towards the bottom of the ocean, the bottom far from sight. Above was an underwater reef and I decided to have a look. As to not scare the inhabitants of the plant, I turned intangible and gazed upon them. However, suddenly a shadow fell over the reef, the fish and marine life fleeing.

I turned around to see a very upset Vlad in Masters form. Vlad, I said, turning tangible. What are you doing here? Was he sightseeing too?

No, I'm not sightseeing, Vlad commented, my voice harsh and angry. I told you to return at dark and you have not. I searched my mind, not recalling him informing me of a curfew.

I'm sorry, Vlad, I told him. I didn't hear anything about a time to be back.

Well, I told you and you are to listen, Vlad said, my voice harsh and cold. Now, you will pay for your disobedience.

I'm sorry, Vlad. I don't remember, I tried to reason with him.

Well, perhaps this will enable you to hear better next time, Vlad said, grabbing me. Once again, my clothing burned away but this time I was under water. Vlad forced my back down until I was in an angle. The next thing I knew, Vlad pierced something roughly into the sensitive area. I screamed out of my sore throat, the action only adding to my discomfort. Then, Vlad inserted his penis in my anus.

The object, though not moving, caused me pain but Vlad's penis in my anus along with the object caused me more pain than imaginable. I tried to prevent screaming out because nothing good came from it. But as I felt my back go numb and my entire body being racked with chills, I couldn't stop the scream. Vlad had transformed.

In shock, I watched the blood float up around my head and towards the surface. I chuckled at how the green ectoplasm would act like oil in the water. I felt the water rushing through my eardrums as Vlad forced me out and back in his inhuman capabilities. Nothing seemed to make sense to me but I knew something was happening.

I noticed something silver traveling towards us in a slow stride. As the thing got closer, I noticed the shark I had saved earlier. I'm glad it turned out okay.

Something inside my mind tried screaming at me. I couldn't make out what it was saying, but it kept telling me to do something. I wouldn't know what to do, besides anyway it's not like Vlad would let me do anything. He controls every ounce of my body.

The voice screamed at me again. Remember, Danny, it told me. Think of your family!

Now it wants me to do something for my family. They're in better shape that I am. What could I do, sitting here being fucked by Vlad and loosing ounces of blood. Danny!

Blood, I thought, something clicking. The shark, the other piece centered itself. I was losing blood around a hungry shark. It would attack me! I watched the shark swim slowly towards us and I began to panic. I fought against Vlad's hold.

What's this, Vlad said. It looks like you have a visitor.

I struggled with all my might but then my mind went numb. I couldn't move and I felt Vlad pull out of my anus.

Here, Vlad said. Let me help, he said, cutting my arm. I screamed out, my throat being absolutely strained. Vlad assaulted me, making nicks that would heal almost immediately but still release blood. Vlad chuckled, oops. It looks like I made it worse. Oh, well, maybe the shark isn't that hungry.

I watched the shark approach me, his nose getting dangerously close to my pelvic area. It swam around to my backend and out of my sight. Not seeing the shark anymore terrified me. I fought against the strains but Vlad's grip was too tight.

Suddenly I heard Vlad gasp in terror and scream obscenities. I felt the movement return to my limbs and I turned around quickly. What I saw almost made me laugh aloud. The shark had attacked Vlad, causing him to retreat to above the water. The shark turned around and swam back over to me. Scarily, it swam around me just like some kind of sea dog. Then, the shark turned and swam at intense speeds towards the surface, breeching into the air and taking aim at Vlad.

"You stupid shark," Vlad screamed. "Daniel, help me."

Why, I asked. I went forward anyway, touching the sharks skin. It turned on me, causing me to take a swift kick backward. However, the shark calmed upon seeing me and swam around me for several seconds.

"Daniel, get rid of that thing," Vlad yelled. What's the matter, Plasmius, a little old shark got you scared?

After a moment, the shark took off. However, a quarter of the way into the horizon it turned to Vlad. It may have been my imagination, but I swear I saw that shark look at Vlad with its eyes doing the Captain Hook's crocodile thing.

"Now, get up here, Daniel," Vlad ordered. I floated to the surface and went to float beside Vlad. "Now, let's go home."

I've wanted to since the beginning, I thought to myself but knew that wasn't the home he was talking about. I may live in Amity Park, but I guess home will always be wherever Vlad is.

I started flying in the general direction of the island, Vlad floating behind me. When we arrived, Vlad took me back to the bed but instead of having sex with me in the anus, he pulled out the object and inserted his penis in my sensitive area.

When morning came, Vlad didn't get out. He continued pumping well into the afternoon. I wanted to scream so bad but I had gotten used to just crying. I hadn't realized how much screaming and begging took off the edge.

Vlad pulled out as the evening sky was visible outside the window. I couldn't believe how long he had drawn that out. Vlad walked out of the bedroom but didn't say a thing to me. Vlad closed the door.

I stood up, my thighs instantly regretting it. I wobbled over to the door and touched the doorknob to be shocked. I guess I'm not going anywhere.

Vlad returned later with a tray of food and two glasses of water. I was actually hungry and went for the food. "Not so fast," Vlad remarked. Vlad threw me to the floor in a thud and stood in front of me. "Earn it."

I groaned inwardly. Not another blowjob! I placed my mouth over his staff and went over it. When Vlad came, I tried to spit it out but Vlad caught me. "Okay, good job."

I went for the glass of water immediately, anything to get the awful taste out of my mouth. However, the minute I took a drink I instantly regretted trusting him. It was sugar water!

Finish it, Vlad ordered telepathically. I hated it, but I gulped it down. My throat immediately swelled again.

Then another obstacle challenged me. I was hungry but how was I going to eat with a swollen throat?

"Think of something," Vlad said, beginning to eat. I watched him eat in envy. I was really hungry!

I tried eating like normal but choked on the food. I coughed it back up, the strain hurting my throat again. I blended the food with my powers until it was almost puree. I took a bite but instantly coughed it back up! Nasty!

I took another bite, forcing it down as far as it could go. However, it became stuck. I tried coughing it back up but it refused. I could stay like this for a while because what is chocking but having food stuck in your airways. However, I didn't want that so I tried removing it to the best of my ability. After all attempts failed, I knew I had one more to try.

I placed my hand at the lodged food's location in a cup shape. I turned my hand intangible and squeamishly stuck it in. Vlad's eyes locked on mine, "Daniel!"

"What," I asked. I covered my mouth with my hands. I could speak again. I then looked at my hand, noticing I still had the bite of food there. "How did I do that," I asked, shaking the bite from my fingers. Gross!

"Never mind that," Vlad retorted. "Now, get down here and suck!"

I picked up my food and, transforming in a split second, blasted out of the house. "I'll be back!" I cried, disappearing from his sight.

Instead of flying to the water like normal, I flew up the hill into the small forest. I ate quickly, wanting to eat like normal. I knew Vlad would beat me for this, if not worse, but it was worth it. I didn't want to learn how to eat with a swollen throat.

After I finished eating, I went back to face the music. My heart leapt to my throat when I saw Vlad's face. If he was normal, I'd fear he'd have a heart attack… or rejoice. Vlad grabbed me by the back of my neck and pushed me into the bedroom. I heard Vlad rummaging in his closet then I felt him at my feet.

I felt Vlad insert something into the sensitive area, pain instantly occurring. Next, I felt a large object inserted into my anus. Then Vlad slipped something over my penis.

Vlad walked to the head of the bed and sat down beside me. He had a white box and two cones in his hand. He attached them to my nipples. My penis began to vibrate while the two objects started up simultaneously. I jumped from all the different feelings happening at the same time.

Vlad started up the small air pump and the cups started moving. It was adding air, making it arousing. I had two pleasure devices working with two pain devices. I squirmed.

Vlad picked up a gaze roll and began to wrap it around my breasts, holding the cups in place. Then he forced me to my knees, the pressure causing more distress on my sensitive area. Vlad forced my head against his penis, "Now!"

I placed my lips over his cock, taking a giant breath before. I knew it would be the last time I'd breathe for a while. I came before Vlad with the Shake and Shimmy but it didn't take long for him to follow my lead. The cum coated every inch of my windpipe and I felt the stinging sensation. Vlad gave me a cup of sugar water and I downed it. I tried to get one more breath but failed. I felt my lungs shut down due to lack of oxygen.

The pain fell to the background as breathing became my biggest priority. I tried to suck in more oxygen but it only caused my throat to become strained and hurt worse. My hands clutched my throat, the skin protruding. I tried to keep my head, and I hoped that now I know what to expect I could maintain better control than last time. However, the longer it's been since I sucked in a breath of air, the more frantic I become.

My head began to swoon again and I was freaking out even though I tried to tell myself I would be okay just as before. Soon, the corners of my eyes became darker and I felt the blackness creeping up on me. Tears bubbled at my eyes, making my vision darker. I felt a snap and suddenly I was crashing to the floor. Darkness completely consumed me.

"Just relax, Daniel. Remember how it feels to transform between a human and a ghost. That slight pain," Vlad was speaking. I opened my eyes to see him leaning against the camper's cabinets leisurely. "It's the same here except you're in human form and not as Phantom."

I found my bearings but it was still incredibly difficult. I came to my feet, wobbly at first, but then I could stand without any intervention. The feelings of Vlad's toys returned, signaling the end of my pain… well, at least from the low oxygen levels.

"Okay," Vlad swung his hand towards the chair of all places. "Have a seat," Vlad ordered, no nonsense in his voice. I mentally pictured the unit and shuttered. I walked over to the chair and positioned myself for the sit. I started lowering myself to the chair slowly. Suddenly, I felt a pressure on my head and I landed in the chair in a heap. Mentally, I screamed.

"Just have a seat. If I wanted it to be easy, I'd told you to lay down," Vlad remarked. I mentally growled at him but showed no outward objection whatsoever. Vlad took a seat across from me. "We're going to treat this as Steps eight and ten with a slight difference. Instead of it being after sex, it's going to be while the objects are in you. That way, I will know if you could possibly do this while you're at home."

My eyes widened and I tried to speak. However, the tightness in my throat made it impossible. I opened my mind waves, Vlad…

"No," Vlad remarked. "We are both incredibly busy. If I can't make it one day, I might have to settle for just putting a vibrator in either your anus or your vagina and let you go. Then you may have obligations and I've overdrawn your time. I may let you get away with just an object."

It was so weird for Vlad to have known what I was thinking about before I spoke them aloud. I know he can read minds and I know now that power isn't quite what us ghost hunters believe it to be but it was still hard to comprehend as a human being. Well, at least for a former human being.

"Don't you agree, Daniel," Vlad remarked. I guess I was focusing on his abilities and not thinking about his comment. I guess so, Vlad. I mean, it is a better alternative I guess. A fuck to go. Splendid!

"Well, I guess I can understand how that would be difficult for you. I just want you to understand that you will be the first bitch to leave me after your initiation. Consider yourself lucky," Vlad replied.

Maybe compared to the others but I am far from lucky. How many other bitches of yours have three private part sex toys?

"That just makes me lucky," Vlad replied, crossing his legs. "You're lucky because you still have a similarly of freedom. You still have to take orders from me and when I'm around ask for permission but there will be days that I won't be there. For the last three to six years of all the other girls' lives, they didn't have that luxury."

Yeah, don't remind me that you are a murderer, I thought, darkly. It wasn't the fact that Vlad had killed before… honestly, I could have guessed that if I'd thought about it… it's just that how easily he'd take my dad's life if he got the opportunity. Even more reason to be on my best game at home.

"I could order you to stand down," Vlad remarked, amused. I think he was musing, not threatening. Vlad nodded his head for affirmation. "It's just a thought."

Yeah, and I wouldn't listen. That is one thing I won't jeopardize, I replied mentally. My friends and my family are more important to me than my life or my safety. The images from my nightmare returned, surprising me. I hadn't thought about the Dream Danny in a while.

"What happened in your dream," Vlad asked me. He propped his hand upon the armrest and laid his chin upon it. "Interesting. I like it."

I shuddered. Well, I sure as hell didn't. Just the thought of turning on my family… of hurting Sam the way Vlad hurts me. I'd kill myself before.

"I'm surprised, Daniel, that with as many ghost attacks as you've been in you don't know," Vlad replied. I looked up at him, "Haven't you been injured before?"

Yes, of course I've been injured before. It heals rapidly, I replied.

"Exactly," Vlad remarked. "Our powers are meant to preserve our lives for as long as possible and when we sustain injuries, our powers protect our lives. I do believe it would be impossible to die from anything other than life force depletion or old age, and I do mean old age. Something like what the Bible speaks of."

Vlad was really daydreaming. The bible speaks of the early humans living to be nearly a thousand years old. That doesn't happen today.

"Well, I don't know for certain. I'm the first ghost hybrid and you're the only other. How would I?"

I don't really care, I replied. I'm just going to live my life and the such. I'm too young to be thinking like that but considering the thing that happened on August 27, I'm lucky to be alive at all.

"The vultures had observed your portal accident," Vlad remarked, catching my attention. "When they returned to my castle, they told me about another human-ghost hybrid. I didn't know… they didn't know that you were Jack's son so seeing you power down last month was really a shocker but I'm glad that it worked out that way."

Why's that, I replied, not really caring but enjoying the company anyway.

"Well, you being Maddie and Jack's son pretty much makes you my son anyway. At least this way, I'll have someone to pass my knowledge down to."

I'm not your son, you're not my father and you never will be! And I won't be your evil apprentice, I barked back. How many times must I tell you this? If that's the reason you've been teaching me these new things; if you believe I will feel obligated to you, then stop! Because I don't!

"In time, you will," Vlad remarked. Well, if he believes that then maybe I should give him reason not to.

I watched the purple sky retreat into total blackness outside the window as night fell upon the island. Vlad made me change positions every once and a while and he also made me move around a bit. It was everyday kind of movements. He even made me complete a few puzzles to see if I could do it at school. That is the last thing I need there.

When dawn broke, Vlad told me to lay down on the bed. There, he proceeded to remove the objects from my body. However, he wasn't done with me because he began to rape me again. However, I have a small ping of hope. Perhaps, this would be the last one for quite a while.

Surprisingly, Vlad kept me there for the rest of the day. As I watched the sun set, I began to wonder if I would ever leave. Mom had ordered Vlad to have me home 'with plenty of time before seven' but it was now dark. I prayed that this was Monday now so this would end soon. I wanted to go home so bad. I wanted to hug my family even though I could never tell them what would be the change. I would know… that would be enough. If this was Monday, then I think it's safe to say I'm never going home.

I felt Vlad withdraw from my anus and stand up from the bed. "It's almost eleven o'clock. Get up and get dressed. You'll be leaving in one hour," he replied. I grew confused but obeyed none the less. Was it just now Monday?

I went outside, the stars and the moon my only source of light, and created a shower. I quickly removed the blood and dried tissue and washed my hair. I burnt my scalp at first but I quickly learned how to do it correctly. I entered into the camper to see Vlad handing me another one of those horrible monkey suits. I took it despite my inward objection.

I dressed there in the family room of the camper while Vlad walked out of the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready, Daniel. Come and eat!"

I walked in but placed a hand on my throat. It's swelled, remember! I spoke, mentally hitting myself for forgetting Vlad could hear me.

"Oh, right. I forgot," Vlad remarked. Vlad walked over to me, placing his hand behind my neck. I felt the swelling go down and my windpipes screamed for air. It literally felt like I was transforming though I didn't change appearances. Weird!

I sat down at the table and began to eat. I wasn't hungry but I didn't want Vlad making me so I ate anyway. I wanted to check the time so I could know how much longer it would before noon. I desperately wanted to go home and the suspense was killing me!

After what to me seemed like forever, Vlad stood up from the table. I came out of my seat in a heartbeat. "Yes," Vlad replied, annoyed. "It's finally time to say goodbye."

"Thank God," I remarked aloud. I was ecstatic and I couldn't hide that fact. I'm not sure if I wanted to.

"Just remember I still own you, Daniel. If I call, you must answer despite your preferences. If I say you can't do something, I expect you to sit out. When I'm around, you will obey me and show me respect. And above all else, if you tell anyone about this I will hurt not you but them! Am I clear?"

I nodded my head slowly. I got the back-story loud and clear, 'you may leave my side but I still own you. You may be away from me but I still expect you to obey me as if I was still there.' Vlad nodded his head in confirmation. Just as he said on the plane, if he can't get me to understand that I'm his, he'll have to find more imaginative ways to make me. I get it. I may be leaving, but he won't be gone.

Vlad placed his hand on my shoulder and I inhaled through my nose. When we landed where we were destined to go, I was surprised not to see my home or Vlad's but an alley. "I had your bags delivered already. I had them put your Christmas gifts in there as well. I will be seeing you again, soon, Daniel."

"Yes, sir," I replied. I tried to focus on Vlad but a sense of foreboding made it impossible.

"And Daniel," Vlad replied. I looked up at him wearily, "Behave!"

"Yes, sir," I spoke, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak.

Vlad teleported out of the alleyway and left me be. I sighed a breath of relief and exited the alleyway. Outside, I was hit with the bright light of midday. I groaned, realizing the reason for Vlad's strange behavior. Of course it would be nighttime on the island when it was time for me to go home! Shaking my head, I walked towards the airport but then I realized I hadn't a ticket or knew what plane to take. Maybe Vlad wanted me to pay my own way?

As I approached the exit of the airport, I heard someone call my name. I turned around, doubting there were in fact someone else in this very airport with my first and last name. "Mr. Fenton, I'm with DALV. Mr. Masters wanted me to accompany you on your flight home."

"Okay," I replied slowly. "That's not really necessary. I can travel alone."

"No, I have specific instructions from Mr. Masters to accompany you on your trip home. I have round tickets and you traveled here with a set of your own."

"Oh," I replied. "All right. If that's what the Froot Loop told you."

"Excuse me," the man said. I thought about repeating myself but I waved him off. "Well, follow me. We've got to go through security." I followed the man's direction and soon we boarded. I didn't know anything about this man and I was suspicious.

The entire flight from Madison to St. Louis I was on edge. I couldn't help but wonder why Vlad put me on a public flight. Sure, he placed me on one that brought me into this mess, but what if Vlad had this planned from the beginning. What would happen if he only wanted me to think I was going home? What if he was just pretending to release me and planned to kill a plane-full of people to get what he wanted. If he had plans to get me without it looking suspicious, what easier way than a plane crash? How easy would it be for Vlad to blow this plane up? Vlad even told me that it would be nearly impossible for me to die. What could happen if I missed the signs?

Every noise, every feeling I got I reacted to. On several occurrences, the man asked me if I was okay. I wondered if he were in with the plan or would he be another innocent casualty. I had to protect this plane's occupants to the best of my ability, no matter what it cost me. I couldn't live knowing I sacrificed their lives to get away. I doubt that I could escape anyway.

When the fasten seatbelts light flashed on, I was surprised. I didn't want to believe Vlad wouldn't do it. I didn't want to believe it because I didn't want to get my hopes up. I refused to be surprised when this happened though I'd gladly take surprise that I made it home. That wouldn't hurt as much as making myself believe I could go home but couldn't.

The plane touched down in St. Louis, Missouri and I had another hour until I was home. The man delivered me to the man who brought me to the airport from school. I guess he wasn't an employee of Vlad's, maybe he was just someone Vlad paid to do the job. I still didn't breathe (figuratively) until I passed that wonderful sign: Welcome to Amity Park. A Nice Place To Live! It sure was!

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