Helpless

Ch.3- Awakening

The darkness engulfed him, he let it suffocate him. It didn't matter. He wanted a way out, and this was it. But if he died, would he be like the other ghosts? To forever live in the ghost Zone, or even come to Earth? Would Vlad come to take him as his possession? He didn't want that. That's the last thing he wanted. "Danny?" A voice barely audiable carried through, interupting him from his thoughts. The comforting numbness that came along with the darkness went away as the darkness disperted, and he was suddenly in a very familiar room. "Danny?" The voice sounded more worried than before, but went unnoticed by him. The events that happened between him and Vlad flashed before him. He stood at the other end of the room. And at the same time he was on the bed as Vlad came closer, as he kissed him, pushed him back, undressed them both... Danny couldn't bare to look as he heard the moans, grunts, and whimpers. He stood there, is eyes closed as he heard himself cry out and Vlad do the same not long after. He heard the words he had said to him before he had passed out. Danny looked up at them, his unconscious body looking pitiful and Vlad looking exhausted, but happy. He scoffed. 'Yeah, you're right, it was worse.' He watched as Vlad flipped him over, and did things be wasn't aware he did. He pulled Danny up and bit down on his neck, hard enough to draw blood. He let him back down, and opened the drawer(?) on the night stand next to the bed and pulled out a razor blade. He put it to Dannys' bare stomach and deeply cut the anitials 'V.M' into his stomach. Danny looked down and pulled his shirt up to find to cuts still bleeding in the shape of a 'V' and 'M'. His head suddenly shot up to be face to face to a smirking Vlad...

"DANNY!?!"

Dannys' eyes shot open. He instintly regretted this, his eyes blurred and burning. He felt luke warm water around him, and felt the sudden lack of oxygen. He, with great difficulty (because of bloodloss) lifted himself into a sitting position, instintly feeling woozy. "Yeah?" His voice was soft and slurred, but he tried. "Are you getting out soon? You've been in there for three hours!" Danny paused. Why didn't I drown? Or at least bleed to death! "I'll be out in a minute Jazz." "Okay." Danny sighed. "Why?" He muttered. He decided he'd better get out. He hurriedly washed up, stopping at his stomach, he looked and there was indead a 'V' and 'M'. He winced, but finished, got out, turned invisable, and went to his room. He instintly collapsed on his bed, exhaustion taking over. But at the same time he didn't want to sleep, for the fear of redundant nightmares. He could just see those menacing ocean blue eyes, shining with lust and hunger. He could just feel his smooth skin against his...

Danny bit his lip, trying to keep his mind from lingering on his current thoughts. But it was hard. He couldn't pretend it wasn't real. He couldn't pretend it didn't happen. He'd love to be dellusional, but couldn't. The truth was just so real. No matter what anyone said or thought, no matter what he thought or said, it was true. It had happened. No matter what he did, the imprint would remain. He had never thought that this type of thing could leave such emotional scarring (not to mention physical). He just wanted it to end, to wash it all away. But he knew it wasn't that easy. After he died, he could (and probably) be stuck in purgatory like his enemies. When he died, he just wanted to cease to exist. What happnened to ghosts who ceased to exist? This question stuck, but he didn't bother analyzing it, for he had fallen asleep.