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Kindred Spirits	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, I don't own any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story, I write this purely for the enjoyment of writing. It's just me and a keyboard and my wild brain.

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The quiet *paff* behind him confuses Danny. He's set to ignore it, except that, quite promptly, no steps follow it. And there's a distinct lack of heartbeat. He turns around in confusion, to find Vlad on his back in the snow, silent as a rock.
"Vlad!"
Danny rushes to him. Dropping to his knees, Danny cradles his head gently with one hand and feels for a pulse with the other. Before slapping himself in the forehead because, duh, they're both dead and don't actually need their hearts to beat. And calling an ambulance is completely out because the EMT's will just declare Vlad dead, and, thank-you, but they both know already. Danny looks around, frantic, looking for someone that can help...before he slaps himself again, because anyone that comes to help is just going to call an ambulance and they're both aware that they're dead, already!
The absurdity and the inconvenience of it all is just ridiculous.
"Damn it!" Danny huffs a breath of air and proceeds to haul Vlad up off the ground, pulling an arm over his shoulder to help before turning them both invisible and lifts off the ground carefully and, shockingly, rather easily. His own strength surprises him. He's never once considered being able to carry the other halfa, let alone across across town, and in the air. But he supposes it's a good thing.
Danny carts the unconscious halfa all the way back to his house, puffing curses and obscenities towards their condition the whole way.
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He tumbles to the library floor like a lead weight. The carpet, though plush, is flat and does nothing to cushion his fall. But he stands up quickly, fangs bared and temper flared.
'Are you out of your mind?! In broad daylight?! In front of Daniel?! Do you have any idea what that's going to look like?!' He can only imagine the look on the teen's face, seeing him laid out across the sidewalk.
But Plasmius has taken a very human stance, one arm crossed over its torso and is rubbing at its forehead as if it were suffering a headache. It throws Vlad off guard, seeing it in such a position. Plasmius has always glowered and loomed and perched, has only occasionally sat before the fire like a mildly civilized neanderthal. Never has it looked so...normal.
"Of all the entities to spawn within, you have got to be the dumbest, densest, most dimwitted, possibly most impotent twit in existence."
Vlad's left eye twitches. 'You dragged me in here, when I'm outside, in the middle of the day, in public, in front of Daniel...to insult me?'
"I dragged you in here because your obliviousness has gotten too painful to tolerate. It was never endearing to begin with. I have listened to you wonder and question certain behaviors for too long and I just can't stand it, anymore."
Vlad blinks, '...what?'
Plasmius snarls lowly, "The boy."
'What about him?'
The gargoyle begins circling him. "I would ask what it's like in that tiny mind of yours, but I'm already in it. So, I'll ask something else."
Vlad turns with each of the gargoyle's steps, keeping it in full view at all times. An instinct rooted in deep mistrust, even with the progress they've made.
"Tell me," the monster hunches down slightly to take advantage of its height and loom, "If a dog were to hump your leg, would you even notice?"
Vlad's lip curls back in mild disgust, 'What kind of a question is that?!'
"A valid one. You see, you have something of a conundrum. You've had it for at least a year."
'...what do yo-'
"-You have a rather bright eyed, beautiful young thing practically foaming at the mouth and all but attached to your hip, nearly of age and ready to just fall into your lap. And if you're not careful, he'll likely fall into someone else's lap."
Vlad feels his heart seize in his chest, feels it in real time, and is unsure of how to handle it.
Plasmius glares down at him as he circles, "You haven't noticed because you've been too busy coddling him. Any other minimally living being worth the blood in their veins would have. Now, while you have been too wrapped up in your own mess, I have had ample time to put plenty of consideration into the matter. And I have decided that I would very much prefer it if the only one he presents to is us."
Vlad's eyes drift astray to the side and cloud, mulling the words over. He stops following the gargoyle's movements. To him, the concept itself is genuinely, entirely new. Solely devoting his efforts to simply getting the youth through his formative years as a halfa, he never stopped to consider what those changes would mean. What might come with them. And, credit where it's due, Frostbite did warn him. But he'd been too fixated on Danny's age and being offended at the suggestion to think any further at the time.
All that said, the idea itself, now in the present, does not seem without merit. It would be nice, he supposes, to have someone in the manor indefinitely. Someone to look after, to curl up with, and argue and bicker. A hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on. But...
'With Daniel... That's...'
Plasmius grins. The shackle connecting them begins to glow, bright and vibrant. The chain shortens by a few links as he leans in behind his human counterpart, to his ear...
"Consider him a prize, if you'd like. A reward for enduring so much. An amenable restitution for the pain and suffering. In simpler terms, you'd be stealing him from the banes of our existence. To flaunt, to have and to hold..."
'To keep...'
"To claim in every way..."
'...he's still a child.'
"And, chronologically, when compared to this-self, he always will be. ...he will need a sure hand to keep his temper in line."
'He's a biter, which will be problematic with his fuze.'
"And that bite never fully faded. He is...half feral, at random, for unknown intervals of time, which is always fun to temper and rein in."
'I doubt his mind could cope with anything you might suggest,' Vlad says quietly, fully aware of what Plasmius is leading to.
"Oh, come now," Plasmius straightens and comes around to face him directly, and there's a strange poison in the smile on its face as it reaches a clawed hand forward and gently tilts Vlad's chin up, "We both know how this works. This mind may be irreparably cleaved in twain, but many of our thoughts and ideas remain the same. And you may think of him as something innocent and fragile, but I'm telling you that deflowering him will merely be a delicious formality. He'll be stuck in the body of a hormonal adolescent, after all..."
'And the fire of youth must be knotted to be tamed.'
"And the fire of youth must be knotted to be tamed."
Plasmius gives a toothy grin.
'What if he chooses someone else?' Vlad asks warily.
Plasmius throws its head back in roaring laughter. "And suffer the agony of burying mortal lovers left and right? Please," it wipes a tear from its eye, "While he is remarkably durable, we both sincerely doubt he has the wherewithal to withstand centennial funerals. Thus, he does not have the luxury of choice".
Vlad's fangs drop and his hands curl into fists, 'I will not make him a prisoner in my house,' his eyes redden into a glare, 'He is too delicate, too special, and, if that is your attitude towards him, then he is too good for something like you.'
The gargoyle chuckles. "We don't need to hold him prisoner. His very existence is doing that for us."
Vlad winces. 'So long as you realize he's not property.'
The fireplace turns red, bathing them and the room in a horrid glow and a hand lashes out. Gripping Vlad's jaw as tight as he can...
"Perhaps I'm not being clear...if he winds up in anyone else's bed, beneath anyone else, presenting himself to anyone else, human or otherwise, living or dead, I will pull you in and bury you so far down in the mindscape that you'll never find your way out. Do not fuck this up. Understand?"
Vlad gives a nervous nod.
"We do not want to own him. Owning him would mean restraining him. And such a creature should never be held captive. No. What I want... What we want..."
'Is to be the one to ruin him.'
"Is to be the one to ruin him."
Vlad decides he's getting really tired of that smile. Plasmius lets him pull away.
'Are we finished?'
''Not quite..."
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Danny seats Vlad on the couch as gently as he can, taking great care to avoid causing him any injury. He takes a moment to move the gifts he'd brought to the table, preferring to push them aside and open them later. He then manages to lay Vlad down on the cushions. Personally, Danny always found the couch much more comfortable when stretched out rather than sitting on it. He figures it'll be more comfortable for Vlad, too.
He fusses until there's nothing left to fuss at. Making sure to provide a decent pillow, pushing silver strands of hair out of the way, phasing off his coat and hanging it up, turning off lights to prevent an instant headache upon waking. Danny paces and fidgets with his fingers. He lets his tail hang free and sway behind him. It brushes against the coffee table in his pacing, but he's slowly becoming used to the contact.
"Okay. I've got Vlad in my house. Mom and Dad don't know he's here. Mom and Dad are out. They're gonna be out until two o'clock in the morning. I have no clue what I'm doing, I have no clue what's wrong, and there's nobody I can talk to. I could talk to Frostbite, but that means flying, and I still can't fly in my ghost form. Wait... How long has it been since I last flew? I mean, other than today? When was the last time I went ghost and just flew?"
His stomach rumbles at him, but it goes unnoticed.
"And I can't talk to Frostbite anyway, because I cracked the Far Frozen the last time I was there! Damn it, what the hell am I supposed to do?!"
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''I want to meet him.''
Vlad blinks, 'You...what?'
''You heard me.''
Vlad chokes on a laugh of disbelief. 'Why?!' he gestures to the room around them, 'You have access to all of my memories! Why would you wan-why would you need to meet him?!'
A scowl forms on the gargoyle's face. ''One, my view through a neuron is typically dingy at best. Two, they are your memories. I would prefer to have my own. Being stuck in here, all I tend to be graced with is sound and a few flashing images of the world around you. Three, the mindscape is not exactly what one would refer to as picturesque. Especially yours.'
Vlad rolls his eyes.
''And four...'' the scowl melts away to something predatory, ''call me whatever term you wish, but I'd like to personally see just what it is we'll be bedding in relatively short order.''
The implications have Vlad's mind reeling and whirling, painting pictures of normally deathstruck skin turned heated and hued in red. Hands tangle in silken sheets with pleas for mercy echoing faintly in the background. Possibly even trapped between two bodies. He turns his back towards the monster, unwilling to let his true nature be seen.
''And let's not forget about the first present.''
Vlad stiffens. The mate to his journal. His writings on the younger halfa. All of his observations. All of his scans and readings, right from the beginning, Frostbite's imaging, every change they've undergone as a result of their state, and crude drawings of the final change still to come... All neatly compiled into one unit, for easy reading.
''As soon as he lays his eyes on the pages of the vessel spell, well, I expect he'll be a bit wary of it for a while. But once it sinks in... I get the feeling he'll be dying to try it. It was in your plans to divulge the truth of that matter before the spell manifests, was it not?"
Vlad gulps but refuses to turn around, even folding his arms and proceeding to gnaw on his thumbnail. Footsteps approach him from behind. He feels the monster lean in towards his ear again and he tenses up even further.
"Or, have you never considered having a playmate?"
'I... My needs tend to break what I touch. My partners never last the night.'
"Oh... Too much for the humans, are we?"
'...'
"As I said. No one needs to be held prisoner. The nature of our existence does that for us," a clawed hand gently lands on his shoulder, "We won't break him. Not unless he asks for it."
It earns a shudder from the human half, and the gargoyle smirks.
"You may go."
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A groan catches Danny's attention. He's alerted out of his incessant pacing and is at Vlad's side again, helping him sit up.
Vlad avoids opening his eyes right away, instead he rubs at the back of his head. Concrete covered in snow is still concrete.
Danny looks on for a moment, and then reacts. He's never struck anyone before. But he backhands the man just as he starts to look around and the room echoes with the crack. Vlad is knocked backed down, head landing on the welcome cushioning of the pillow and blinking up at the ceiling.
"Did you just hit me?"
"Yes! For scaring me!" Danny bites, before helping him sit up again, "What the fuck happened?!"
The older halfa shakes his head to ward off the pain. Which proves a mistake as dizziness and nausea wash over him in one fell swoop.
"I was... in counsel. With Plasmius. Ugh. I think you just gave us a concussion."
"Scare me again and I'll give you another one! Do you realize I couldn't even call for help?! I couldn't call an ambulance and I couldn't knock on someone's door!"
"I know, I'm sorry," Vlad looks towards the coffee table, "You didn't open your gifts, yet?"
"No, I didn't open my gifts, yet! I had to drag your dead weight halfway across town! And I didn't know what was wrong with you, and I can't exactly call anyone for help, so I've spent the last few hours going nuts!"
"I get it, I'm sorry," Vlad winces at the volume.
Danny sighs and stands up, "I'm gonna go make something to eat. We can do gifts after," and he stomps off to the kitchen.
"See? I told you. In certain aspects, he's not as fragile as you think."
"Oh, shut up. You've caused enough problems for today."
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