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Ch. 9
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 and I'm not making any money from them. Only the OC's in this story and the fic 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.
A/N: Feedback is the lifeblood of the writer.
Ch. 9
"What did you do to me?" the reedy voice of his counterpart echoed in Vlad's mind. "Calm yourself, boy", Vlad replied in his thoughts. "Consider this your first training session. This is a little technique I call overshadowing. It allows me to take over anyone's body, making it in effect my own. How do you like it?" "It's OK, I guess, but I'd prefer it if you'd get out of me now", the faint voice of Vlad's younger self hesitantly answered.
"Not just yet, son. You were about to ruin your life, so I decided to help you out!" Vlad said sweetly. "Now be quiet and let me work!" The wails of the alter ego quickly receded as Vlad assumed total control over his mind, and he chuckled. The overshadowing of his younger self had gone off without a hitch. The boy barely put up any resistance, even less than Jack during their disastrous college reunion. Vlad almost felt embarrassed by his alter ego's weakness, but resistance was futile when one was overtaken by the most powerful halfa in existence. The moment Vlad entered his counterpart's body it became his to a far higher degree than any other he'd overtaken, and strictly speaking he had in fact overshadowed himself, even though that self happened to be within a different reality and time period.
"Hand me that suitcase!" Olaf's voice cut through Vlad's meditations on the complexities of time travel. The old man rummaged in the contents until he pulled out a thin folder which he handed to his nephew. "Read this and sign it!", he said. Vlad briefly scanned the contents and grinned. "You knew all along I'd accept?" Olaf shrugged. "Let's just say I was hoping you'd change your mind. Go ahead, put your name on it ..."
Vlad hesitated and tapped his index finger on the document. "This doesn't say anything about where you are going to live. Do you want me to sign over this house to you in exchange for the farm?"
Olaf chuckled. "I appreciate the gesture, but I really don't think it'll be necessary." You don't think the surgery will help you? Why are you going through with it, then?"
"My doctor thinks it will help me, I guess he knows better than me. Have you signed yet?" Vlad shook his head. "I'm not really comfortable with this arrangement. Let's make a deal. I will sign your paper if you'll sign one for me!" Olaf raised a bushy eyebrow at this suggestion. "Tell you what. Promise me to keep an eye on the doctors instead, and we'll call it even." "How do you mean?", Vlad asked.
The old man sighed. "I've had a good life, couldn't have asked for a better one. Now that you're taking over for me, I can go under the knife with an easy mind. But whatever happens, I don't want to linger on or be hooked up to a bunch of machines. I want life or death, but nothing in between. Do you understand?" Vlad looked deeply into his uncles eyes, which were the same dark shade of blue as his had been before the accident. "I understand, and I promise, no desperate measures on your behalf!" The old man breathed a sigh of relief and extended his calloused hand. "Let's shake on it so I can finally get some sleep! And sign the damn paper already!!"
A few minutes later Vlad sat down on the large bed in his alter ego's bedroom. The precious document was neatly folded up in his counterpart's wallet, and Vlad was happy to see the day come to an end, he was exhausted. Vlad adjusted the alarm clock and dropped back on the bed. A faint scent of perfume rose from the pillow and he buried his face in it. Only hours earlier Maddie had rested here, and he gently brushed his fingers over the smooth fabric, as if it were her silky skin. Soon, very soon he'd see her again, Vlad thought and when he drifted off to sleep his dreams were filled with images of Maddie.
The sun had barely risen by the time Vlad and his uncle arrived at the hospital. After checking into his room Olaf curtly dismissed his nephew. "No need for you to stay here, you've spent enough time in places like this! Just come by later today, they should be done with me this afternoon", the old man said with a twinkle in his eye while several young nurses filed into the room. "Just remember what we talked about yesterday! Now git!" Vlad grinned and walked out into the deserted corridor where he quickly phased into ghost mode and passed through the walls until he'd reached open air.
"Tell me something, how much money do you have?" Plasmius addressed his younger selfs consciousness which was now deeply submerged in his mind. "Get out of me! Take whatever you want, just leave!" the alter ego pleaded. "My, aren't we less than hospitable? I expected better from you - or is that me?" Plasmius laughed. "Why are you doing this to me? I trusted you ..." "Never mind, I'll find out on my own!" the impatient halfa snapped and increased his strangle hold on the younger man's spirit until the voice was silent.
A quick search of the financial records showed that while his alter ego was far from rich, a bit of money remained in various accounts, and Vlad's mind raced with plans on how to spend it. First of all the farm house needed sprucing up. Too bad he didn't have access to his vast wealth and resources in his own reality, Plasmius thought while he sped towards the farm. Hopefully the meager savings of the boy would be enough to cover expenses.
The house looked even more forlorn in bright daylight, but most of the damage was superficial. A good scrubbing, a few repairs here and there and a fresh coat of paint would make the place perfectly acceptable for the immediate future, Plasmius thought while he walked around inspecting the property. The large barn was contained no animals, only a few pieces of farm machinery remained, all of it rusted and worn in long years of service. Straw and hay bales were piled up along one wall of the large wooden structure.
There was something odd about those bales, Plasmius thought. The atmosphere of the barn just didn't seem right, and the way the bales were stacked up almost seemed to hide something. He approached the wall of hay and a very familiar sensation overcame him when he saw a faint green light seep out from between the straw. "It can't be! Not here ..." he said. A carefully aimed ball of protoplasm disintegrated several bales, and when the shower of charred straw finally settled, a swirling green vortex of pure spectral energy became visible on the wooden planks of the old barn.
"Now, isn't this a surprise to find a perfectly usable ghost portal right here in my barn!" Plasmius said with a chuckle. "Why didn't you tell me about this, boy?" "I've never seen this before in my life!" Vlad's alter ego said when Plasmius allowed him to see with his eyes. "How did it get here? It wasn't there before ..." "I'd like to know the answer to that question, too!" Plasmius replied, "but I have an idea who put it here!"
A Danny Phantom fan fic by Wega the blue sun
No copyright infringement is intended, the DP characters don't belong to me and I'm not making any money from them. Only the OC's in this story and the fic 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.
A/N: Feedback is the lifeblood of the writer.
Ch. 9
"What did you do to me?" the reedy voice of his counterpart echoed in Vlad's mind. "Calm yourself, boy", Vlad replied in his thoughts. "Consider this your first training session. This is a little technique I call overshadowing. It allows me to take over anyone's body, making it in effect my own. How do you like it?" "It's OK, I guess, but I'd prefer it if you'd get out of me now", the faint voice of Vlad's younger self hesitantly answered.
"Not just yet, son. You were about to ruin your life, so I decided to help you out!" Vlad said sweetly. "Now be quiet and let me work!" The wails of the alter ego quickly receded as Vlad assumed total control over his mind, and he chuckled. The overshadowing of his younger self had gone off without a hitch. The boy barely put up any resistance, even less than Jack during their disastrous college reunion. Vlad almost felt embarrassed by his alter ego's weakness, but resistance was futile when one was overtaken by the most powerful halfa in existence. The moment Vlad entered his counterpart's body it became his to a far higher degree than any other he'd overtaken, and strictly speaking he had in fact overshadowed himself, even though that self happened to be within a different reality and time period.
"Hand me that suitcase!" Olaf's voice cut through Vlad's meditations on the complexities of time travel. The old man rummaged in the contents until he pulled out a thin folder which he handed to his nephew. "Read this and sign it!", he said. Vlad briefly scanned the contents and grinned. "You knew all along I'd accept?" Olaf shrugged. "Let's just say I was hoping you'd change your mind. Go ahead, put your name on it ..."
Vlad hesitated and tapped his index finger on the document. "This doesn't say anything about where you are going to live. Do you want me to sign over this house to you in exchange for the farm?"
Olaf chuckled. "I appreciate the gesture, but I really don't think it'll be necessary." You don't think the surgery will help you? Why are you going through with it, then?"
"My doctor thinks it will help me, I guess he knows better than me. Have you signed yet?" Vlad shook his head. "I'm not really comfortable with this arrangement. Let's make a deal. I will sign your paper if you'll sign one for me!" Olaf raised a bushy eyebrow at this suggestion. "Tell you what. Promise me to keep an eye on the doctors instead, and we'll call it even." "How do you mean?", Vlad asked.
The old man sighed. "I've had a good life, couldn't have asked for a better one. Now that you're taking over for me, I can go under the knife with an easy mind. But whatever happens, I don't want to linger on or be hooked up to a bunch of machines. I want life or death, but nothing in between. Do you understand?" Vlad looked deeply into his uncles eyes, which were the same dark shade of blue as his had been before the accident. "I understand, and I promise, no desperate measures on your behalf!" The old man breathed a sigh of relief and extended his calloused hand. "Let's shake on it so I can finally get some sleep! And sign the damn paper already!!"
A few minutes later Vlad sat down on the large bed in his alter ego's bedroom. The precious document was neatly folded up in his counterpart's wallet, and Vlad was happy to see the day come to an end, he was exhausted. Vlad adjusted the alarm clock and dropped back on the bed. A faint scent of perfume rose from the pillow and he buried his face in it. Only hours earlier Maddie had rested here, and he gently brushed his fingers over the smooth fabric, as if it were her silky skin. Soon, very soon he'd see her again, Vlad thought and when he drifted off to sleep his dreams were filled with images of Maddie.
The sun had barely risen by the time Vlad and his uncle arrived at the hospital. After checking into his room Olaf curtly dismissed his nephew. "No need for you to stay here, you've spent enough time in places like this! Just come by later today, they should be done with me this afternoon", the old man said with a twinkle in his eye while several young nurses filed into the room. "Just remember what we talked about yesterday! Now git!" Vlad grinned and walked out into the deserted corridor where he quickly phased into ghost mode and passed through the walls until he'd reached open air.
"Tell me something, how much money do you have?" Plasmius addressed his younger selfs consciousness which was now deeply submerged in his mind. "Get out of me! Take whatever you want, just leave!" the alter ego pleaded. "My, aren't we less than hospitable? I expected better from you - or is that me?" Plasmius laughed. "Why are you doing this to me? I trusted you ..." "Never mind, I'll find out on my own!" the impatient halfa snapped and increased his strangle hold on the younger man's spirit until the voice was silent.
A quick search of the financial records showed that while his alter ego was far from rich, a bit of money remained in various accounts, and Vlad's mind raced with plans on how to spend it. First of all the farm house needed sprucing up. Too bad he didn't have access to his vast wealth and resources in his own reality, Plasmius thought while he sped towards the farm. Hopefully the meager savings of the boy would be enough to cover expenses.
The house looked even more forlorn in bright daylight, but most of the damage was superficial. A good scrubbing, a few repairs here and there and a fresh coat of paint would make the place perfectly acceptable for the immediate future, Plasmius thought while he walked around inspecting the property. The large barn was contained no animals, only a few pieces of farm machinery remained, all of it rusted and worn in long years of service. Straw and hay bales were piled up along one wall of the large wooden structure.
There was something odd about those bales, Plasmius thought. The atmosphere of the barn just didn't seem right, and the way the bales were stacked up almost seemed to hide something. He approached the wall of hay and a very familiar sensation overcame him when he saw a faint green light seep out from between the straw. "It can't be! Not here ..." he said. A carefully aimed ball of protoplasm disintegrated several bales, and when the shower of charred straw finally settled, a swirling green vortex of pure spectral energy became visible on the wooden planks of the old barn.
"Now, isn't this a surprise to find a perfectly usable ghost portal right here in my barn!" Plasmius said with a chuckle. "Why didn't you tell me about this, boy?" "I've never seen this before in my life!" Vlad's alter ego said when Plasmius allowed him to see with his eyes. "How did it get here? It wasn't there before ..." "I'd like to know the answer to that question, too!" Plasmius replied, "but I have an idea who put it here!"