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More nameless Vlad/Danny fanfic
Title: Err...actually, I haven't thought of one yet
Rating: PG-13, mostly for language and sex
Summery: Taking place after the death of Danny's friends and family from the Nasty Burger explosion, we cut to an AU (hey, an AU for an AU) where Vlad denied Danny's request to strip him of his ghost powers and instead fast forward to two years later where a 16 year old Danny discovers life and love over Vlad, the man who helped him in his dire emotional time of need, a love that will progress throughout the years.
Warnings: Mostly the sex, spoilers for TUE (and any DP episodes that comes it's way)
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is the property of Butch Hartman/Nickelodeon and. This fanfic isn't making any profit of his work and is written just for fun and appreciation of the Vlad/Danny pairing.
Chapter Ten. Inviting GhostWriter to Vlad's Christmas Party is a baaaaaaaaad idea. Drunk talks are also funny.
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Danny couldn’t remember the last time he caught Vlad in such haste. The man ran to and fro to various rooms of his manor, checking to make sure every single room left no sight of dust or hint of dirtines. He even checked his secret labs, despite both of them knowing the guests would never set foot inside, however his nervousness didn’t trigger any common sense on the older man.
“Vlad, no one’s going to enter the weapon’s room and I doubt they’ll be interested in your multiple Packers collection room either.” Danny commented.
“Daniel, stop blabbering and put on your suit NOW!”
“The party’s not till seven. I have two hours left.”
“NOW!”
The fortunate part of panicking Vlad was that he seemed to care little about any of his surrounding areas besides the party, so asking him to invite GhostWriter over turned out to be a much easier task then Danny initially theorized.
“So you can come over.” Danny told him via phone.
“Are the guests going to know we’re a couple?”
“I’m guessing so.”
“Good, good. The more people, the merrier.” There contained a certain amount of deviousness in GhostWriter’s tone upon finishing that sentence.
“You DO know this is a party that involves dressing up, right?”
“As in?”
“You have to wear a tuxedo or a suit or something elegant.”
“Mmhmm.”
“I mean it. You can’t come here dressed up with your shaggy hair and paint-filled trench coat.”
“I gotcha, kid. I’ll see you on Christmas Eve.”
Seven soon rolled come Christmas Eve and to Vlad’s relief, Danny dressed in time, only criticizing when he felt sure he saw a splinter in Danny’s now groomed back hair. Other then that, Danny’s attention diverted to the main living room, several small rooms, the dining hall, and the ballroom, all of which were decorated with Christmas mistletoes, hollies, Christmas Trees, and trays of food. It was the most festive he had ever seen of Vlad’s home and quite frankly, it sickened him just as much as the holiday itself. Bad memories lingered on his parents’ constant arguments over St. Nick’s existence, although he was quick to shake that though off of him. In some bizarre way though, he missed those arguments.
The round of guests approached sometime around seven-fifteen. Most of them consisted of men in dark suits or tuxedos ranging from late 20’s to the more frequent middle age 40’s-50’s, women of impossible hair style and tasteful fashion senses, carrying snooty remarks over their faces, and small children donning far more expensive clothes then Danny’s entire wardrobe, baring in mind any outfits Vlad spent a great deal for him. There weren’t that many children Danny’s age with the closest being a girl about thirteen and she seemed too dead set on her cell phone whenever her parents weren’t around to care for his presence.
GhostWriter appeared as one of the latter guests. Much to Danny’s surprise, he indeed came dressed in a black suit. His hair was just as sleeked back as Danny’s, the rest bundled in a tiny ponytail. The only reminder of the old GhostWriter was his glasses. Naturally, Danny gave off a brimming smile, wrapped his arms around him, and slowly walked him over to the other guests. Vlad, whom, having busied himself with his clients spotted Danny and his date. He immediately felt his throat clog up. He excused himself after getting his head in check and casually walked over to Danny and GhostWriter, putting on a false smile as he bypassed people.
“Daniel, what is he doing here?”
“What do you mean? You said he could come.”
“When did I say that?”
“Like a couple of days ago.”
“Bull, I don’t remember saying that.”
“Well, you did, so he’s here.”
Vlad glared at GhostWriter whose only silent reaction was his usual grin.
“Both of you behave yourselves.” And Vlad walked away.
For the next hour and a half, Danny and GhostWriter endured nearly half the guests questioning their sexual life choices and experiences. Eventually they got tired of all the questionings--at least Danny did. To escape as much as possible from the overall boring party, Danny stayed in the backgrounds as much as he could with GhostWriter who spent the better half drinking or sneaking in a kiss or two. Vlad occasionally dragged Danny back to the main fold so other guests could eye the potential heir to VladCo. Danny continuously answered more questions and faked a smile here and there before retreating to GhostWriter’s arms again, wishing he was old enough to drink away the tedious hours.
To make the evening from boredom to complete disaster, Danny eyed Sue, her little sister Keisha, and their mother, the mayor of Little Madison enter at possibly the last minute as the very last guests.
“What th--what is SHE doing here?!” Danny rudely pointed to Sue who quickly eyed Danny and gave off a devilishly grin.
“Oh, that’s my sister and her two daughters.” Came the business man Lyle Danny meant a while back, “I asked Vlad if I could invite them over.”
“No.” Danny squeaked.
“Daniel, whatever it is you plan to do, resist!” Vlad hissed, “Behave yourself. You’re seventeen, not seven.”
Not even GhostWriter’s quips saved Danny’s now dismay face from Sue’s constant annoyance, barging in on the two, pining Danny with questionsand not so subtly hinting her romantic dreams between her and Danny. Keisha would act as the only defender towards Danny and GhostWriter, basically telling her older sister to leave them be or she’d threaten to kick her shins and chop the heads of her stuffed animals.
“You know I’ve done both before, I can do it again!” Keisha shouted.
“Kei, not so loud!” Sue hypocritically shouted, “This is a party of class, of which I have plenty of.”
“Sure, you do.” Danny muttered. To add further insult to injury, Danny gazed over to see Sue’s blond wavy haired talkative mother chatting up a storm with Vlad who seemed to either faked those laughs or surprisingly enjoyed her company. It was enough to make Danny’s face beet red. Eventually he sneaked his way out of the ballroom to avoid the hassle and entered a nearby Packer’s collection room, GhostWriter trailing behind.
“Good God, this day is long.” Danny mumbled.
“How long do you plan to stay in this room?”
“Forever.”
“Funny.” GhostWriter laughed, “Well, we can have our own party, I suppose.” Fetching from his jacket, he took out two glasses and a wine bottle.
“GhostWriter, I’m seventeen, I can’t drink yet.”
“Kid, I’ve been drinking since I was your age,” He poured a glass, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of you.” His face shared the same note of deviousness that Vlad often put on whenever he had a diabolical plan to administer, but Danny couldn’t make out what he was thinking. Why would GhostWriter wish to get him drunk? Yet he had no reason to distrust him after all he’s currently done, so what was the harm in one small drink? So he reached for his glass and feeling brave, took a big gulp.
Three glasses later, Danny breezed past small headaches and acting tipsy to clumsy behavioral patterns and goofy smiles as he slurred words and random phrases.
“And so…so I hit Vlad. Clear across the face, a real sock it to ‘em sort of deal,” Danny mumbled, “And he had the guts to tell me I am SO like him. But Pariah stepped in--no, wait, Fright Knight did--I think. I…I forgot. I can’t--I can’t remember a lot of things.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah…where are we? There’s a lot of yellow and green.”
“Packer’s room.” GhostWriter answered lamely.
“Oh, yeah…damn, that man looooooooves his football. I…I was never big on it, but I didn’t mind it. He took me…me to a superbowl game once. H-He’s such a nut when he’s cheering for…for…fooooooor…”
“Football?”
“NO! Not football, FOOTball! Like the American sport, n-not soccer.”
“Perhaps I should take you to your room now.” GhostWriter suggested.
“N-No, I better go down to the party again and s-see if Vlad wants me.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” GhostWriter tried to lift the boy up and drag him away, but he kept squirming.
“No, stop it.” Danny whined.
“Maybe this was a bad idea.” GhostWriter mumbled to himself, trying to prevent Danny from slipping to the ground like a melted puddle.
“Y-You’re hot, VERY hot.” Danny gestured in a husky voice, leaning closer, “If I…if I didn’t have the hots for Vlad, I’d have the hots for you.”
“Oh, really?” He gave an intrigued look.
“Y-You’re so good to me, despite that Christmas shit I did to you like…eons ago. And you’re sooooooo unique and stuff. I bet you’d be good in bed.”
“Well…”
“Why can’t I have him?” Danny softly muttered, then he eyeballed GhostWriter with his current sleazy eyes, “Hey…if I can’t have Vlad, can I have you?”
GhostWriter gave off a smile and nodded, “Of course you can have me.”
“Good…then you can kiss me.” Danny pointed lazily to his lips. The older man didn’t object as he softly placed his lips on his. Danny let off a range of goofy giggles after that kiss, and then slowly turned sorrowful.
“…I’m never going to have Vlad. He’s t-too old for me. He never sees me as anything but his son…and…annnnnnnd…that stupid bitch is flirting with him. I-It’s not fair. I lost my friends and family…even my teacher and I’m about to lose Vlad to that woman.”
“They’ve only met for a couple of hours.”
“Still…she has a better chance with him then I do…it’s not fair.”
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Oh, God, my head. What hit me, a sledgehammer? Danny asked himself when he awoke. Outside, it heavily snowed, so he didn’t face any blazing sunlight to add any more pain he already experienced. After rubbing off the sleep from his eyes, he noticed himself in his bed, wrapped in his blanket…and his clothes strewn all over the floor. He also felt pain radiating from a part of the body he’d rather not discuss to even himself. Lifting his blanket a bit, he's suspiscious proved true when he found himself completely naked.
“Oh, snap.” Danny gasped. All alone, Danny quickly got out of bed, took a quick, hot shower, dressed, placed his suit and bed sheets in his laundry basket, replaced it with new bed sheets in his drawers, and marched downstairs where Vlad casually sat, sipping his morning coffee and reading the paper. He spent every lingering moment walking to the dining table before sitting himself down. He looked calm, maybe Vlad doesn't know?
"G-Good morning." Danny weakly smiled.
“Daniel. Do you know what happened last night?” Vlad asked the minute he placed his coffee and newspaper down.
“N-Not really…sir.”
“Several of my male guests wished to see my Packer’s collection. I take them to the nearest one and what do I see upon opening the door?”
Danny gulped.
“I see my somewhat adopted seventeen year old son half naked, making out with his ghost boyfriend, also half naked!” Vlad snapped, “Oh, but it gets better. I see wind glasses and half a bottle of wine next to you two. As if I already had trouble dealing with the two of you together, I see an under aged teenager DRINKING. No, not JUST me, my GUESTS! THE GUESTS!”
“V-Vlad.”
“Have you no shame, boy?!” He stood up, continuously leering at the child who felt tiny at the moment.
“V-Vlad, I--I didn’t mean to--”
“I immediately sent that damn writer home and forced you into your room, but no--the party doesn’t end there!”
“I-I’m gonna guess this is the naked part.” Danny fidgeted.
“You were asleep when I checked up on you after the party, but apparently GhostWriter must’ve sneaked in afterwards, woke you up, and lured you to have sex with him!” Vlad screamed, “SEX!”
“I…I…”
“Did you ever use protection?! Did he? No, I don’t think so!”
“T-To be fair, he’s a ghost, s-so I don’t think I could get him diseased and h-he couldn't get me and--”
“I caught the two of you sleeping together by the crack of dawn and dismissed him out of my manor again, in fact, banned him!”
“V-Vlad.”
“I KNEW he was a bad influence!”
“I’m sure he had a reason for doing this!” Danny stood up.
“Just to get down your pants! That said, you are NOT seeing that man again.”
“VLAD!”
“NO! NOT a word! You’ve already embarrassed me yesterday and potentially caused me a business contract!”
“I-I didn’t mean to! I didn’t wanted to embarrass you, I…I can’t remember very well right now, but I swore I told him not to do this, but…but…”
“I don’t want to hear it! You’re grounded indefinitely until…until I said so!”
“Vlad.” At this point, Danny filled with tears and his voice turned whiny, sincerely upset for the uproar he apparently caused. Vlad didn’t answer, only turned his back towards him as he buried his face with the newspaper again. Though emotional, Danny still knew better then to talk to an angry Vlad, so he slowly left, ran to his room, crawled into his bed, and sobbed. Why did GhostWriter did this to him?
To Be Continued…
Rating: PG-13, mostly for language and sex
Summery: Taking place after the death of Danny's friends and family from the Nasty Burger explosion, we cut to an AU (hey, an AU for an AU) where Vlad denied Danny's request to strip him of his ghost powers and instead fast forward to two years later where a 16 year old Danny discovers life and love over Vlad, the man who helped him in his dire emotional time of need, a love that will progress throughout the years.
Warnings: Mostly the sex, spoilers for TUE (and any DP episodes that comes it's way)
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is the property of Butch Hartman/Nickelodeon and. This fanfic isn't making any profit of his work and is written just for fun and appreciation of the Vlad/Danny pairing.
Chapter Ten. Inviting GhostWriter to Vlad's Christmas Party is a baaaaaaaaad idea. Drunk talks are also funny.
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Danny couldn’t remember the last time he caught Vlad in such haste. The man ran to and fro to various rooms of his manor, checking to make sure every single room left no sight of dust or hint of dirtines. He even checked his secret labs, despite both of them knowing the guests would never set foot inside, however his nervousness didn’t trigger any common sense on the older man.
“Vlad, no one’s going to enter the weapon’s room and I doubt they’ll be interested in your multiple Packers collection room either.” Danny commented.
“Daniel, stop blabbering and put on your suit NOW!”
“The party’s not till seven. I have two hours left.”
“NOW!”
The fortunate part of panicking Vlad was that he seemed to care little about any of his surrounding areas besides the party, so asking him to invite GhostWriter over turned out to be a much easier task then Danny initially theorized.
“So you can come over.” Danny told him via phone.
“Are the guests going to know we’re a couple?”
“I’m guessing so.”
“Good, good. The more people, the merrier.” There contained a certain amount of deviousness in GhostWriter’s tone upon finishing that sentence.
“You DO know this is a party that involves dressing up, right?”
“As in?”
“You have to wear a tuxedo or a suit or something elegant.”
“Mmhmm.”
“I mean it. You can’t come here dressed up with your shaggy hair and paint-filled trench coat.”
“I gotcha, kid. I’ll see you on Christmas Eve.”
Seven soon rolled come Christmas Eve and to Vlad’s relief, Danny dressed in time, only criticizing when he felt sure he saw a splinter in Danny’s now groomed back hair. Other then that, Danny’s attention diverted to the main living room, several small rooms, the dining hall, and the ballroom, all of which were decorated with Christmas mistletoes, hollies, Christmas Trees, and trays of food. It was the most festive he had ever seen of Vlad’s home and quite frankly, it sickened him just as much as the holiday itself. Bad memories lingered on his parents’ constant arguments over St. Nick’s existence, although he was quick to shake that though off of him. In some bizarre way though, he missed those arguments.
The round of guests approached sometime around seven-fifteen. Most of them consisted of men in dark suits or tuxedos ranging from late 20’s to the more frequent middle age 40’s-50’s, women of impossible hair style and tasteful fashion senses, carrying snooty remarks over their faces, and small children donning far more expensive clothes then Danny’s entire wardrobe, baring in mind any outfits Vlad spent a great deal for him. There weren’t that many children Danny’s age with the closest being a girl about thirteen and she seemed too dead set on her cell phone whenever her parents weren’t around to care for his presence.
GhostWriter appeared as one of the latter guests. Much to Danny’s surprise, he indeed came dressed in a black suit. His hair was just as sleeked back as Danny’s, the rest bundled in a tiny ponytail. The only reminder of the old GhostWriter was his glasses. Naturally, Danny gave off a brimming smile, wrapped his arms around him, and slowly walked him over to the other guests. Vlad, whom, having busied himself with his clients spotted Danny and his date. He immediately felt his throat clog up. He excused himself after getting his head in check and casually walked over to Danny and GhostWriter, putting on a false smile as he bypassed people.
“Daniel, what is he doing here?”
“What do you mean? You said he could come.”
“When did I say that?”
“Like a couple of days ago.”
“Bull, I don’t remember saying that.”
“Well, you did, so he’s here.”
Vlad glared at GhostWriter whose only silent reaction was his usual grin.
“Both of you behave yourselves.” And Vlad walked away.
For the next hour and a half, Danny and GhostWriter endured nearly half the guests questioning their sexual life choices and experiences. Eventually they got tired of all the questionings--at least Danny did. To escape as much as possible from the overall boring party, Danny stayed in the backgrounds as much as he could with GhostWriter who spent the better half drinking or sneaking in a kiss or two. Vlad occasionally dragged Danny back to the main fold so other guests could eye the potential heir to VladCo. Danny continuously answered more questions and faked a smile here and there before retreating to GhostWriter’s arms again, wishing he was old enough to drink away the tedious hours.
To make the evening from boredom to complete disaster, Danny eyed Sue, her little sister Keisha, and their mother, the mayor of Little Madison enter at possibly the last minute as the very last guests.
“What th--what is SHE doing here?!” Danny rudely pointed to Sue who quickly eyed Danny and gave off a devilishly grin.
“Oh, that’s my sister and her two daughters.” Came the business man Lyle Danny meant a while back, “I asked Vlad if I could invite them over.”
“No.” Danny squeaked.
“Daniel, whatever it is you plan to do, resist!” Vlad hissed, “Behave yourself. You’re seventeen, not seven.”
Not even GhostWriter’s quips saved Danny’s now dismay face from Sue’s constant annoyance, barging in on the two, pining Danny with questionsand not so subtly hinting her romantic dreams between her and Danny. Keisha would act as the only defender towards Danny and GhostWriter, basically telling her older sister to leave them be or she’d threaten to kick her shins and chop the heads of her stuffed animals.
“You know I’ve done both before, I can do it again!” Keisha shouted.
“Kei, not so loud!” Sue hypocritically shouted, “This is a party of class, of which I have plenty of.”
“Sure, you do.” Danny muttered. To add further insult to injury, Danny gazed over to see Sue’s blond wavy haired talkative mother chatting up a storm with Vlad who seemed to either faked those laughs or surprisingly enjoyed her company. It was enough to make Danny’s face beet red. Eventually he sneaked his way out of the ballroom to avoid the hassle and entered a nearby Packer’s collection room, GhostWriter trailing behind.
“Good God, this day is long.” Danny mumbled.
“How long do you plan to stay in this room?”
“Forever.”
“Funny.” GhostWriter laughed, “Well, we can have our own party, I suppose.” Fetching from his jacket, he took out two glasses and a wine bottle.
“GhostWriter, I’m seventeen, I can’t drink yet.”
“Kid, I’ve been drinking since I was your age,” He poured a glass, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of you.” His face shared the same note of deviousness that Vlad often put on whenever he had a diabolical plan to administer, but Danny couldn’t make out what he was thinking. Why would GhostWriter wish to get him drunk? Yet he had no reason to distrust him after all he’s currently done, so what was the harm in one small drink? So he reached for his glass and feeling brave, took a big gulp.
Three glasses later, Danny breezed past small headaches and acting tipsy to clumsy behavioral patterns and goofy smiles as he slurred words and random phrases.
“And so…so I hit Vlad. Clear across the face, a real sock it to ‘em sort of deal,” Danny mumbled, “And he had the guts to tell me I am SO like him. But Pariah stepped in--no, wait, Fright Knight did--I think. I…I forgot. I can’t--I can’t remember a lot of things.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah…where are we? There’s a lot of yellow and green.”
“Packer’s room.” GhostWriter answered lamely.
“Oh, yeah…damn, that man looooooooves his football. I…I was never big on it, but I didn’t mind it. He took me…me to a superbowl game once. H-He’s such a nut when he’s cheering for…for…fooooooor…”
“Football?”
“NO! Not football, FOOTball! Like the American sport, n-not soccer.”
“Perhaps I should take you to your room now.” GhostWriter suggested.
“N-No, I better go down to the party again and s-see if Vlad wants me.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” GhostWriter tried to lift the boy up and drag him away, but he kept squirming.
“No, stop it.” Danny whined.
“Maybe this was a bad idea.” GhostWriter mumbled to himself, trying to prevent Danny from slipping to the ground like a melted puddle.
“Y-You’re hot, VERY hot.” Danny gestured in a husky voice, leaning closer, “If I…if I didn’t have the hots for Vlad, I’d have the hots for you.”
“Oh, really?” He gave an intrigued look.
“Y-You’re so good to me, despite that Christmas shit I did to you like…eons ago. And you’re sooooooo unique and stuff. I bet you’d be good in bed.”
“Well…”
“Why can’t I have him?” Danny softly muttered, then he eyeballed GhostWriter with his current sleazy eyes, “Hey…if I can’t have Vlad, can I have you?”
GhostWriter gave off a smile and nodded, “Of course you can have me.”
“Good…then you can kiss me.” Danny pointed lazily to his lips. The older man didn’t object as he softly placed his lips on his. Danny let off a range of goofy giggles after that kiss, and then slowly turned sorrowful.
“…I’m never going to have Vlad. He’s t-too old for me. He never sees me as anything but his son…and…annnnnnnd…that stupid bitch is flirting with him. I-It’s not fair. I lost my friends and family…even my teacher and I’m about to lose Vlad to that woman.”
“They’ve only met for a couple of hours.”
“Still…she has a better chance with him then I do…it’s not fair.”
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Oh, God, my head. What hit me, a sledgehammer? Danny asked himself when he awoke. Outside, it heavily snowed, so he didn’t face any blazing sunlight to add any more pain he already experienced. After rubbing off the sleep from his eyes, he noticed himself in his bed, wrapped in his blanket…and his clothes strewn all over the floor. He also felt pain radiating from a part of the body he’d rather not discuss to even himself. Lifting his blanket a bit, he's suspiscious proved true when he found himself completely naked.
“Oh, snap.” Danny gasped. All alone, Danny quickly got out of bed, took a quick, hot shower, dressed, placed his suit and bed sheets in his laundry basket, replaced it with new bed sheets in his drawers, and marched downstairs where Vlad casually sat, sipping his morning coffee and reading the paper. He spent every lingering moment walking to the dining table before sitting himself down. He looked calm, maybe Vlad doesn't know?
"G-Good morning." Danny weakly smiled.
“Daniel. Do you know what happened last night?” Vlad asked the minute he placed his coffee and newspaper down.
“N-Not really…sir.”
“Several of my male guests wished to see my Packer’s collection. I take them to the nearest one and what do I see upon opening the door?”
Danny gulped.
“I see my somewhat adopted seventeen year old son half naked, making out with his ghost boyfriend, also half naked!” Vlad snapped, “Oh, but it gets better. I see wind glasses and half a bottle of wine next to you two. As if I already had trouble dealing with the two of you together, I see an under aged teenager DRINKING. No, not JUST me, my GUESTS! THE GUESTS!”
“V-Vlad.”
“Have you no shame, boy?!” He stood up, continuously leering at the child who felt tiny at the moment.
“V-Vlad, I--I didn’t mean to--”
“I immediately sent that damn writer home and forced you into your room, but no--the party doesn’t end there!”
“I-I’m gonna guess this is the naked part.” Danny fidgeted.
“You were asleep when I checked up on you after the party, but apparently GhostWriter must’ve sneaked in afterwards, woke you up, and lured you to have sex with him!” Vlad screamed, “SEX!”
“I…I…”
“Did you ever use protection?! Did he? No, I don’t think so!”
“T-To be fair, he’s a ghost, s-so I don’t think I could get him diseased and h-he couldn't get me and--”
“I caught the two of you sleeping together by the crack of dawn and dismissed him out of my manor again, in fact, banned him!”
“V-Vlad.”
“I KNEW he was a bad influence!”
“I’m sure he had a reason for doing this!” Danny stood up.
“Just to get down your pants! That said, you are NOT seeing that man again.”
“VLAD!”
“NO! NOT a word! You’ve already embarrassed me yesterday and potentially caused me a business contract!”
“I-I didn’t mean to! I didn’t wanted to embarrass you, I…I can’t remember very well right now, but I swore I told him not to do this, but…but…”
“I don’t want to hear it! You’re grounded indefinitely until…until I said so!”
“Vlad.” At this point, Danny filled with tears and his voice turned whiny, sincerely upset for the uproar he apparently caused. Vlad didn’t answer, only turned his back towards him as he buried his face with the newspaper again. Though emotional, Danny still knew better then to talk to an angry Vlad, so he slowly left, ran to his room, crawled into his bed, and sobbed. Why did GhostWriter did this to him?
To Be Continued…