A/N: I'm Baaaccckkkk! Here is another chapter of Taking Control. Linkin Park song is Easier to run with. This is Vlad/Plasmuis this round around. No not slash.

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I woke up with a gasp. Another nightmare. Another memory that I had tried to repress. I almost always succeeded, except for night. In my dreams they came back to haunt me. He came back to haunt me.

Shaking my head from my thoughts, I smoothly got out of my bed and walked to my luxurious bathroom, taking out my pills I popped one in my mouth and continued with my morning routine. Going on auto-pilot, letting my thoughts become quit.

From downstairs I could hear the maids playing music, thanks to my ghostly hearing.

It's easier to run,

Replacing this pain with something numb.

As hard as I tried, I couldn't shake the dream away as easily as I could the others. Mostly my dreams were just repressed memories, but this time He was there. He was talking to me. He had been quiet for a long time, I made sure of it.

It's easier to go

Then face the pain here all alone,

This time, I had been back to lab, He was there with me. We watched as I had my accident, as half of my humanity was taken away from me. Then my dream skipped forward, still He was with me, back to when I was just discovering my powers, and learning how to use them, declaring that I would take this secret to my grave.

Something has been taken, from deep inside of me,

A secret I've kept locked away, no one can ever see.

Again, my dream sped up, to right around, when He had started to make Him known in my body. I remember it, unfortunately. I will never be able to forget the arguments, the fear and the scars on my mind that He had left me with.

Wounds so deep they never show,

They never go away,

Finally he turned to me.

"Hello, Mr. Masters. Don't tell me you have forgotten our time together so quickly now?"

He asked his voice smug and cocky.

"Like I could, every night I have to see the things, you've done, every night I relive these memories." I said appalled.

Like moving pictures in my head,

For years and years they've played.

Coming out of the thoughts of my dream, I felt guilt, for all the things I had done, all the horrible things He had done. The murder, the theft, the destruction. Letting out a sigh, I tried to focus on the present, instead of the horrible past.

If I could change I would,

Take back the pain I would,

Retrace every wrong move,

That I made I would,

I know, that I would never had done, what I had if it had not been for Him, if I was able to go and apologize to all the people I hurt and take responsibility for what had been done to them, then I would, without hesitation. But I couldn't simply because it was not my fault, but it was my shame, and guilt.

If I could stand up and take the blame, I would

If I could take all the shame to the grave I would,

It wasn't very often that I would relive the past, that I would think about the things I wish had never happened. I hated to do it, but I couldn't stop it when they began to flood back. I had tried to just let it be, and be done with the miserable things, just to move onward to the future. But it never worked, because to be able to have a future, one must have a past.

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past,

Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have,

Sometimes I think of letting go, and never looking back,

But I'm moving forward, so there has to be a past,

Returning to my dream, I remember how it ended, with finding the cure, the cure to shut Plasmuis up, inside me. I had started taking pills, and they quieted him, at least during the day, the nights, were his. And he took full advantage of them, most nights, reliving the days when he was free.

Just then the doorbell rang. By now, my ponderings had taken me almost to the front door. So instead of waiting for a maid to answer it, I did. What I saw shocked me.

Daniel Fenton was at my door, his clothes wear ragged and he smelled atrocious. He had bags under his eyes, at least I think they were, they were so dark, he almost looked like he had two black eyes.

"Vlad, Vlad Help me, I can't do it anymore, He won't shut up, I think I am going crazy, help me" he all but screamed at me before passing out on my doorstep.

I looked at him again, slowly coming out of my daze. Just as I had feared, he was going through exactly what I went through. When I told him no one would be able to understand him, except me, I had meant it.

I slowly bent down and picked him up carrying him bridal style to one of the many guest rooms I had. Laying him on the bed, I sighed. "Daniel, my poor boy, what demons have you been fighting with?"

A/N: ok so I don't so much like the song I picked for this, and I know I left out a lot of lines, but eh, I did my best. I do however love the ending to this, but please, give me your reviews, I would appreciate any and all!