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In the Enemy's Fortress	By : Spamilla Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14408 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the Enemy's Fortress

Okay, so I was much better about getting chapters up this time! Yay!

Chapter Eleven: No Place to Hide

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Four months... it had been four months since Danny had given the spirit his soul and Vlad had stolen away the staff.

Danny wasn't sure what was going on outside of his room. Twice a day food was shoved into the room on a tray. To his surprise, it wasn't always Vlad that brought him his food. They were nameless faces that said nothing to him as they pushed in the sustinence that was required to keep him alice.

Come to think of it, he rarely saw Vlad.

At least once a week, the man would just come in and use him before leaving once more. Sometimes Vlad would tell him what he'd done, but Danny never listened.

And once Vlad would leave, the spirit would come over to him, wrap it's intangible arms around his waist. Danny never saw what the spirit looked like, but he liked it's presence. He liked the companionship even though he couldn't identify who the spirit was. It was warm.

'Poor Danny... Why do you let that man use you? Why does he have the staff that you gave up your soul for?'

Danny never answered these questions when the spirit would ask them. He'd either begin to cry or he'd just roll over and pretend to sleep.

Danny never looked at the situation as Vlad or the spirit did. To the teen, he gave up his soul to keep the spirit from being lonely.. and in turn, it kept him from being lonely as well. He was never alone anymore. The spirit was always there, holding him. Wrapping it's arms around his chest, whispering things that Danny didn't understand. Sweet nothings.

The teenager wasn't sure about the motives of the spirit, but it didn't matter. He didn't have the staff. Vlad did. The spirit couldn't possess him with the shield in place and Danny couldn't transform with the power shorter in place. They were trapped together.

And it didn't matter to Danny anymore. With the staff, Vlad was probably taking over the world. He was probably getting all the revenge he's ever wanted. On his parents, hurting the people he went to school with... Tucker.. .Sam..

The thought of his girlfriend saddened him. He hadn't thought about her in weeks. When Vlad had told him that she and Tucker had gone into hiding. That they were most likely trying to start a resistance group.

They were so good for each other, but thanks to Vlad's plans, it didn't work. It'd never work now. He was broken now. Just a shadow of who he was. Thinner than he once was, his ribs prominent on his chest. There was no way she'd take him back afterwards. Who would love him? And sure, he still had his soul now, but once he died, he'd belong to the lonely soul for eternity.

It didn't bother him that the spirit would have him for forever.. It bothered him that he would spend the rest of his life in this room if Vlad had his way about it. He wouldn't get to live up the last few years he had before he was in the servitude of the spirit.

The raven-haired boy sighed as he curled up on his spot on the messy bed. The sheets hadn't been changed since the night Vlad had gained control of the power of the staff. He didn't like sleeping in stale bedding, but he no longer had a choice in the matter.

Danny felt the spirit curl up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist, causing the thoughts of Sam to quickly dissipate.

'Are you thinking about her again?'

Danny averted his eyes, "I've been thinking about her a lot today... But.. it doesn't matter. It's not like I'm going to see her again."

'You will if we leave the room,' it said softly, tightening its grip on the boy's abdomen.

"I can't leave. The door is locked. The only chance I'd have is if I could transform, but I can't..."

'You could overpower whoever brings you the food.'

"Vlad isn't stupid... He probably has guards outside the door. I don't think he'd kill me... if I die, he looses his power from the staff. I'm probably well protected. Besides, I don't think I'm strong enough to overpower anyone. I'm in no peak physical condition."

The black-haired boy bit his lip and curled up tighter. It was nearly time for another visit from the man. It had been nearly a week since he had last seen him. He knew that Vlad didn't like to take too long between his visits. Vlad had a bad habit of reminding Danny that he was still very much in control of him.

Suddenly a knock was heard at the door. Speak of the devil, and he will appear.

Vlad walked through the door with a cocky smile. Danny frowned when felt the spirit's presence disappear.

"Daniel. The world. It’s nearly there. It’s nearly in the palm of my hand. They are falling one after another.” Vlad paused and chuckled, “I have a bit of news I think you might like.”

Danny gave no inclination of even caring about what the man had to say. He sighed and wished that Vlad would just do what he came in to do and leave.

“We’re located Mr. Foley and Ms. Manson. But.. Sadly, they didn’t want to be captured.”

Danny’s eyes widened and he turned to Vlad, who was now sitting at the desk next to his bed, “What do you mean ‘didn’t want to be captured’?”

A smile curved on Vlad’s lips, “Finally going to join the conversation, are we?”

Danny’s glare lowered at the man, “Tell me, Vlad.” He could feel his fists beginning to clench and a cold feeling in the put of his stomach began to arise. He could tell he wasn't going to like what the older man had to say.

"Well, since I'm in such a good mood, I'll indulge," Vlad said with a devilish grin, leaning on the palm of his left hand. "They killed themselves."

Danny just stared. Tucker and Same killed themselves? No. Why would they? They were survivors. They wouldn't give up so easily. Especially not Sam. They would get captured, sure, but they would survive. They would live through it all. They'd never do something so cowardly.

"You're lying," Danny said as the words finally found their way to his mouth.

"Why would I lie about it, Daniel? The leader of the team that found them reported to me after the event. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley were of high interest to me. They had been underground creating a resistance group against me. They had to be dealt with. Everyone in their faction took cyanide pills just as team members closed on them."

Danny just stared, he could feel tears brimming in his eyes. "What about my family?" It felt almost like a stake had been driven through his heart as asked about his parents and sister. He had thought about them even less than Sam and Tucker.

Vlad loved the delicious look of desperation on Danny's eyes. "Dead. They're dead, Daniel. They were the first that I went after. When your mother spurned me for your behemoth father.."

"No.. You're a liar, Vlad!" Danny screamed, feeling raging within him. He pulled him self to his knees and heaved himself at the man. He wanted to hurt the man once more. To hurt him as he was hurting.

However, Vlad simply moved out of the way, standing from the chair and moving to the side.

The black-haired boy landed roughly on the hard, wooden chair. He felt a crack in his left wrist as it hit the back of the chair. He felt his body shake as the chair collapsed under him, breaking into several pieces, several of the sharp shards cutting into his arms and chest.

“Calm yourself, Daniel. Look, you’ve gone and broken the chair I’ve given you. I demand you apologize.. Because if you don’t, I won’t tell you about your sister’s fate.”

Danny, who laid on the floor cradling his painful arm, suddenly perked up, “Jazz?”

“Apologize.”

“I’m.. Please forgive me for not controlling myself and breaking the chair, Master,” Danny said a little too quickly.

Vlad narrowed his gaze and raised his hand to Danny, bringing it against his face, “Worst apology I’ve ever heard!”

Danny tried to shield his body with his unhurt arm, however, Vlad didn’t reach to strike him again. He merely stood and folded his arms over his chest. “I don’t see why I should tell such an ungrateful child anything.”

The black-haired boy lowered his gaze to the floor, “I’m sorry, Master.. Please.. Tell me about my sister.”

Vlad sighed and placed a hand in his jacket pocket, removing a small gauge pistol. Danny froze when he saw the metal shimmer in the light of the lamp.

“She’s going to bear my heirs. I see that to be a suitable punishment for your mother’s rejection. She’s currently a month pregnant with the first. How she screamed when I fucked her, Daniel. Not as good a fuck as you were, Daniel, but not bad.”

The teen inhaled shakily. “No.. Not Jazz... Why?” Why was all of this happening? Why did he make the deal with the entity? Vlad would’ve never have had the power without his consent. Why did he do it? If it weren’t for his stupidity, his parents, Sam, and Tucker would all still be alive. Jazz wouldn’t be holed up in some room with the bastard child of Vlad living within her..

Danny nearly forgot about the gun in Vlad’s hand when the mad cocked the gun. “Vlad?”

“You’ve become too much of a liability, Daniel. I’m getting rid of you.”

Danny stared; he didn’t understand. “Why? Don’t you need me alive for the staff to work?” He couldn’t help but notice how his voice was shaking. He wasn't afraid of death. It wasn't a preference. He wouldn't have minded it so much if he could've just seen his sister once more.

"The staff is no longer important. I could use any of my followers to replace you. I am sick of knowing you're still alive. You've been a nice toy for the last few months, but I need you no more."

The teen could feel his heart palpitating. He bit his lip, he wanted to be anywhere but here. What was wrong with Vlad? Why this sudden decision? He had never pictured Vlad to be sick of him.

A calming feeling soon came over him as he felt the familiar feeling of the spirit wrapping itself around the boy.

Danny... You haven’t any place to go or hide... What are you going to do?

Danny’s desperate eyes turned to the broken chair leg next to him... But there was no way he could get Vlad in time. A gun had much more power than a jagged stick.

“What’s it saying to you?” Vlad demanded, shaking the gun at the boy. It had come to Danny’s understanding that the man could not understand the sweet whispers of the spirit.

He’s got you cornered...

“Tell it to shut up, Daniel. I want to see your eyes when I shoot you through the heart.”

Once he’s gone, the world will be your’s...

“SHUT IT UP, DANIEL!” Vlad yelled, reaching out to pull Danny away from the Spirit that had itself wrapped around him.

Danny took his opportunity to grab the jagged stick and force it through Vlad’s chest with all the strength he could muster with his right hand.

Vlad paused. Staring at the wooden pole through his chest before dropping the gun and collapsing on the ground. Danny couldn’t believe the amount of blood that was flooding from the man’s chest onto the carpet at his feet. He stood and hopped up on the bed, staring at the body.

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To Be Continued...
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