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Ch. 8
New lease on life
A Danny Phantom fan fic by Wega the blue sun
No copyright infringement is intended, the DP characters don't belong to me, nor am I making any money from this story. Only the OC's and the story itself belong to me, and I'm still not making any money.
Vlad goes to desperate lengths to attain his hearts desire. Story contains mature themes, adult situations, crude language and nudity. Chapters are rated by content.
Ch. 8
The interior of the house with its assortment of mismatched old furniture looked just like Vlad remembered uncle Olaf's home, except that the house in his reality had been sparkling clean. But here the floors and carpets were dirty, and a thick layer of grey dust coated every surface. Even the lonely inhabitant of the house seemed infected by this oppressive atmosphere of neglect and decay, Vlad thought when the old man came into view. Tall and painfully thin, the once sturdy dairy farmer was clearly marked by the disease eating away at his innards, and watching him shuffle about on unsteady feet Plasmius knew that Olaf wasn't long for this earth.
"Where'd you leave that pretty girlfriend of yours?" Olaf mumbled. "She's in Arkansas, visiting her sister", the younger Vlad replied. "Maddie's a nice girl. Does she like the country?" the old man asked. Vlad's alter ego shrugged. "I don't know, she never said." Both men fell silent and for a few minutes only the ticking of the large wall mounted clock could be heard. "You want some coffee?", Olaf asked and pointed a shaky finger into the direction of the kitchen, where an old fashioned percolator was standing on the stove. The young man shook his head. "No thanks. Did you already pack or do I have to get your things?"
"I've got a suitcase ready to go in the upstairs bedroom", the old man replied with a bone rattling cough. "I guess you should go get it, we might as well leave soon." Before young Vlad left the room he threw a searching look over his shoulder, and Plasmius followed the boy upstairs. The hallway was dark and a faint smell of mold and illness hung about the spacious bedroom where Vlad's alter ego was waiting. Plasmius phased into his tangible form and the boy eagerly stepped towards him.
"Can you help him in any way?" young Vlad whispered urgently. The halfa hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "I am sorry, but there's nothing I can do." "That's too bad, I was hoping that your ghost powers ...There's no cure for cancer in the future?" the young man asked and Plasmius shook his head again. "Olaf's not going to make it, is he?" Vlad's counterpart said with a catch in his voice. "Never give up hope, son. As long as there's life, there's hope", Vlad replied with a faint smile.
"I think he knows that he'll die soon", the boy whispered. "He even tried to talk me into taking over the farm, but I'm not really interested. There's no money in farming, everyone knows that. "I sincerely hope you didn't say so to Olaf?" Plasmius said. "Of course not! At least not in those words. I'm not out to break the guy's heart, especially now that he's so sick. By the way, what happened to the farm in your time?" Vlad's alter ego asked while he picked up a scuffed old suitcase. Plasmius shrugged. "It doesn't matter, don't worry about it", he said lightly. "Maybe I should just accept the farm and sell it later. Do you think that would work out - I mean, from an investor's point of view?" the young man asked eagerly.
"I think you should get going, Olaf is waiting for you!" Plasmius snapped, and the young man reluctantly left the room. Here was an interesting new deviation in the time stream, the halfa thought. The uncle in Vlad's own reality had been religiously devoted to his back breaking profession, but he was no business man, and like many small family operations the farm eventually became unprofitable. By the time Olaf fell sick the property was already heavily burdened by debt, and he was forced to auction off the land, the buildings, the equipment and even the animals to pay off his creditors.
The loss of the farm undermined Olaf's health even further, and he died before developers built subdivisions of tacky prefab mansions on verdant pastures, where only a short time earlier prized dairy cows had grazed. The loss of the farm barely registered on Vlad's radar, who at the time was struggling with the after effects of the accident, but Olaf's death hit him hard, and Plasmius understood why his young alter ego had appealed for help. The old man was not only the last close relative remaining, he also was a link to a happier past, which, to judge by the boy's words he felt sentimental about.
But those carefree days were long gone, both for him and his counterpart, Plasmius thought, and there was no sense in dwelling upon this particular aspect of the past. He'd come to this reality to change his lonely future, and much work remained to be done before he'd reach that elusive goal. The sound of voices drifted up, and Vlad quickly went intangible to investigate. He phased through the floor and found that Olaf was already standing by the open front door, while Vlad's younger self was outside by the car. "That's it, I guess", the old man mumbled while he shut off the light and shuffled out the door.
Plasmius joined the two men in the car, and once again he took up no space on the back seat as the Volvo pulled out into the street. Neither man talked, and eventually the old man fell asleep and the sound of his uneven breathing filled the air. Vlad decided to hurry the drive along and with a quick push on the right button of the time device the car and its inhabitants except for him moved with blinding speed, and in a matter of minutes the old Volvo pulled into the driveway of Vlad's house.
"We're home!" his alter ego announced and helped the old man out of the car and into the house, with Plasmius close behind them. "Now get some rest, and first thing tomorrow I'll take you to the hospital, where they will fix you up!" the young man said in a vain attempt to sound optimistic. "Have you thought any more about my offer?" the old man rasped while he fell more than sat on the narrow bed in the spare bedroom. "I know you don't think much about farming, but I really hate the thought of losing the place, it's been in the family for a long time. Land will sustain you ..." Olaf said and blinked at his nephew who'd taken up a position in the dimly lit hallway. "As a matter of fact, I have changed my mind!" young Vlad said cheerfully. "You really mean it? That makes me very happy, boy!" the old man smiled, relief plain on his worn features. "Well, that makes two of us", the young man replied, and in his delight Olaf failed to notice the brief flash of red light in his nephews eyes.
A Danny Phantom fan fic by Wega the blue sun
No copyright infringement is intended, the DP characters don't belong to me, nor am I making any money from this story. Only the OC's and the story itself belong to me, and I'm still not making any money.
Vlad goes to desperate lengths to attain his hearts desire. Story contains mature themes, adult situations, crude language and nudity. Chapters are rated by content.
Ch. 8
The interior of the house with its assortment of mismatched old furniture looked just like Vlad remembered uncle Olaf's home, except that the house in his reality had been sparkling clean. But here the floors and carpets were dirty, and a thick layer of grey dust coated every surface. Even the lonely inhabitant of the house seemed infected by this oppressive atmosphere of neglect and decay, Vlad thought when the old man came into view. Tall and painfully thin, the once sturdy dairy farmer was clearly marked by the disease eating away at his innards, and watching him shuffle about on unsteady feet Plasmius knew that Olaf wasn't long for this earth.
"Where'd you leave that pretty girlfriend of yours?" Olaf mumbled. "She's in Arkansas, visiting her sister", the younger Vlad replied. "Maddie's a nice girl. Does she like the country?" the old man asked. Vlad's alter ego shrugged. "I don't know, she never said." Both men fell silent and for a few minutes only the ticking of the large wall mounted clock could be heard. "You want some coffee?", Olaf asked and pointed a shaky finger into the direction of the kitchen, where an old fashioned percolator was standing on the stove. The young man shook his head. "No thanks. Did you already pack or do I have to get your things?"
"I've got a suitcase ready to go in the upstairs bedroom", the old man replied with a bone rattling cough. "I guess you should go get it, we might as well leave soon." Before young Vlad left the room he threw a searching look over his shoulder, and Plasmius followed the boy upstairs. The hallway was dark and a faint smell of mold and illness hung about the spacious bedroom where Vlad's alter ego was waiting. Plasmius phased into his tangible form and the boy eagerly stepped towards him.
"Can you help him in any way?" young Vlad whispered urgently. The halfa hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "I am sorry, but there's nothing I can do." "That's too bad, I was hoping that your ghost powers ...There's no cure for cancer in the future?" the young man asked and Plasmius shook his head again. "Olaf's not going to make it, is he?" Vlad's counterpart said with a catch in his voice. "Never give up hope, son. As long as there's life, there's hope", Vlad replied with a faint smile.
"I think he knows that he'll die soon", the boy whispered. "He even tried to talk me into taking over the farm, but I'm not really interested. There's no money in farming, everyone knows that. "I sincerely hope you didn't say so to Olaf?" Plasmius said. "Of course not! At least not in those words. I'm not out to break the guy's heart, especially now that he's so sick. By the way, what happened to the farm in your time?" Vlad's alter ego asked while he picked up a scuffed old suitcase. Plasmius shrugged. "It doesn't matter, don't worry about it", he said lightly. "Maybe I should just accept the farm and sell it later. Do you think that would work out - I mean, from an investor's point of view?" the young man asked eagerly.
"I think you should get going, Olaf is waiting for you!" Plasmius snapped, and the young man reluctantly left the room. Here was an interesting new deviation in the time stream, the halfa thought. The uncle in Vlad's own reality had been religiously devoted to his back breaking profession, but he was no business man, and like many small family operations the farm eventually became unprofitable. By the time Olaf fell sick the property was already heavily burdened by debt, and he was forced to auction off the land, the buildings, the equipment and even the animals to pay off his creditors.
The loss of the farm undermined Olaf's health even further, and he died before developers built subdivisions of tacky prefab mansions on verdant pastures, where only a short time earlier prized dairy cows had grazed. The loss of the farm barely registered on Vlad's radar, who at the time was struggling with the after effects of the accident, but Olaf's death hit him hard, and Plasmius understood why his young alter ego had appealed for help. The old man was not only the last close relative remaining, he also was a link to a happier past, which, to judge by the boy's words he felt sentimental about.
But those carefree days were long gone, both for him and his counterpart, Plasmius thought, and there was no sense in dwelling upon this particular aspect of the past. He'd come to this reality to change his lonely future, and much work remained to be done before he'd reach that elusive goal. The sound of voices drifted up, and Vlad quickly went intangible to investigate. He phased through the floor and found that Olaf was already standing by the open front door, while Vlad's younger self was outside by the car. "That's it, I guess", the old man mumbled while he shut off the light and shuffled out the door.
Plasmius joined the two men in the car, and once again he took up no space on the back seat as the Volvo pulled out into the street. Neither man talked, and eventually the old man fell asleep and the sound of his uneven breathing filled the air. Vlad decided to hurry the drive along and with a quick push on the right button of the time device the car and its inhabitants except for him moved with blinding speed, and in a matter of minutes the old Volvo pulled into the driveway of Vlad's house.
"We're home!" his alter ego announced and helped the old man out of the car and into the house, with Plasmius close behind them. "Now get some rest, and first thing tomorrow I'll take you to the hospital, where they will fix you up!" the young man said in a vain attempt to sound optimistic. "Have you thought any more about my offer?" the old man rasped while he fell more than sat on the narrow bed in the spare bedroom. "I know you don't think much about farming, but I really hate the thought of losing the place, it's been in the family for a long time. Land will sustain you ..." Olaf said and blinked at his nephew who'd taken up a position in the dimly lit hallway. "As a matter of fact, I have changed my mind!" young Vlad said cheerfully. "You really mean it? That makes me very happy, boy!" the old man smiled, relief plain on his worn features. "Well, that makes two of us", the young man replied, and in his delight Olaf failed to notice the brief flash of red light in his nephews eyes.