Say Uncle - A Danny Phantom-verse Fic

“Oh my god.”

Roz sucked in her breath as pain shot through her head. Her blackout had only lasted a few hours, but she would have preferred otherwise. Her stomach also rolled as she tried to change positions in bed.

Groaning, she slowly settled back onto her back. She wanted an aspirin, but she didn’t think she would be able to get out of bed to get one. Either she would vomit all over the bed when she sat up, or her head would split enough to knock her back out again.

For several minutes she tried to get comfortable. Roz was not a person who liked to sleep on their back. She didn’t find it relaxing at all.

The wind was whipping quite loudly outside. The almost bare tree branches cast spidery shadows across the room. One thing was certain: Roz certainly hadn’t had the chance to dream of her vampire. Score one for Vlad getting her drunk.

No, Vlad hadn’t meant to get her drunk, just relax her. Either way, she couldn’t help but feel a tad uncomfortable. She couldn’t remember much past dinner. However, she did smell his cologne on her.

I really hope I didn’t tell him about those dreams.

Roz decided to never take more than a few sips ever again, no matter how good the taste. She noticed that her body had begun to relax, so she tried to turn over onto her side.

A loud thump in the next room made her jump. She clutched at her stomach as the contents started to rise. Ignoring it as she did so, Roz quickly climbed out of bed and scuttled to her toilet. She got there just in time.

She saw white as her already splitting head split in a whole new way. Breathing heavily, she cradled her head as she laid down on the cold floor.

The thump happened again. It sounded like it was coming from Vlad’s room. She couldn’t remember if he had also gotten drunk. Maybe he was having the same trouble she was.

Slowly, Roz stood up. She flushed the toilet and washed up. A splash of cold water to her face helped her breathe easier.

“Vlad?” she called as she slipped out of her room.

The hall was quiet, so she walked over to his room. She knocked on the door and called for him again. With no answer, she quietly opened his door. She was going to be really embarrassed if he was in bed and she woke him.

However, Vlad was not in bed. He was not in his room at all. But someone was. Roz’s vampire from her dreams.

Roz instantly froze when she saw it. Even her vocal cords could not move. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out. No, she was not going to stand frozen to the spot like in her dream. But what was she going to do?

The vampire had a glow to it; a sort of neon blue. Roz did not appreciate what it was doing to her head. Eventually, it spotted her standing in the doorway. It did not have any certain expression on its face; it just stared at her.

“Roslynne,” it addressed her. She was able to see the fangs she had lusted for in her dream as it spoke.

Roz’s eyes grew larger when it said her name. She could hear her blood pumping in her ears. She could also swear her head was throbbing along to it.

The vampire held up a hand. “It’s alright,” it told her.

As soon as the vampire moved, Roz was shaken from her frozen stance. She quickly bolted down the hall to the stairs. Her feet pounded down the stairs as she started to call for Vlad again.

Vlad. Had the vampire done something to him? Was that what the noises she heard were?

“Roslynne!” the vampire called from behind her.

She quickly made her way down stairs and to the garage. She climbed into Vlad’s Range Rover after punching the button to lift the garage door. Frantically, she searched for the keys. They were nowhere to be found. In fact, none of the keys to any of the vehicles were near. They were securely put away in the house.

Roz was not going back in there. A tear started to run down her face as she heard the vampire call for her again. Where was there to go?

There was no time to think as the vampire phased through the ceiling of the garage. Roz automatically flew outside and headed for the woods. If she couldn’t run, she would try to hide.

The cold nipped brutally at her bare feet. She bit her tongue as she ran over sticks and acorns that were scattered on the forest floor. She tried her best to keep quiet, paying enough attention to stray from large piles of leaves.

She ran for what felt like an hour, even though it was only a few minutes. She gasped for breath as she stopped to rest at a tree. She looked up at the branches. They were very thick and sturdy looking, and they also still had many leaves attached to them. A place to hide.

Roz began to climb. Her legs were wobbly, both from being tired from running and the still lingering effects of the alcohol. She climbed until she reached a very large set of branches. They did not fan out very far from one another, creating a little sitting area.

Roz took advantage of this and leaned her head back to rest on the trunk of the tree. Her body shook as she tried to steady her breathing. The wind made this terribly hard for her. The air felt like tiny needles in her tired lungs.

She brought her knees to her chest, putting her head between them. She tried to relax, but she also couldn’t help but let out a series of coughs and cries. The pain in her head was so intense, she was afraid she was going to pass out again.

Should she go back to the house? She did need to find Vlad, and she couldn’t sleep in a tree, but what if that thing was still there?

Roz eventually calmed down enough to think straight. Yes, she did want to go back to the house. The vampire had phased through the walls. That was not a characteristic of vampires, but of ghosts. There was also the glow it had to it. Roz had seen it before. Danny even had a glow to him.

There was also Vlad. She really wanted to find him to make sure he was ok. If the vampire was a ghost instead, he would know how to deal with it.

Just as Roz got her nerves together enough to start climbing back down the tree, an icy tingle spread along her shoulder. She looked over to see a black gloved hand resting there.

“There was no need for all of this,” the vampire-ghost told her.

The last thing Roz remembered before passing out again was another sight of the fangs.