Depths

9. Troubled Intentions

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An old man in his late forties stared at the multiple monitors in his private study, petting his kitty as she purred softly on his lap.

He was not happy, nor was he getting off as much as he used to as he watched the multiple recorded videos in the Fenton household. His favorite actor has been missing for a number of weeks now and it was starting to get on his nerves. He hasn't upgraded the software to be able to hear what was going on, so none of the videos had any sound. Vlad only cared about what he could see so he saw no real need in replacing the camera's, he did, however, like to edit in soft music in some of the videos to make them a little more romantic.

Vlad frowned as he rewound the few short videos. One screen was of Daniel Fenton doing his homework at his desk, another was of him taking a nap in his bed. Vlad favored the one where he was in the shower facing away from the peeping camera. The soap washing out of his silky black hair and running down between his flexing and unflexing shoulder blades was more erotic then any porn he'd ever seen. But these were all video's that he has seen before, and they didn't offer the same thrill as seeing Daniel in live action. He supposed watching Maddie shower and sleep in the very bed he screwed her in was somewhat enjoyable, her short and deep red hair was comforting and framed her face perfectly, plus her body looked like it belonged to a goddess and was arousing to any man with eyes.

But Vlad needed Daniel. He hasn't screwed Daniel yet, so it was like the boy was forbidden fruit he hadn't taken a bite out of yet, he was a tasty treat that was swinging in front of his eyes and he needed a taste. He focused on Daniel's face as he stressed over his homework desk, he was alone in his room and trying very hard to concentrate on his math. His light blue eyes stared down at the equation with disinterest and a severe lack of motivation, and Vlad crept over every detail on the kid's face. How in the hell did a 15-year-old boy manage such perfect features? What devil did he strike a deal with to get such flawless and perfect skin? The black hair on near paper white skin was sinful and the slim but boyish frame was demonic in the hottest way possible.

Jazz was... She's beautiful, but out of his type. He only liked girls that were fully developed, and her body is not nearly as shapely and voluminous as a fully grown woman with two kids was. He also didn't like how moody and hormonal teenage girls were, teenage boys and grown woman tend to be a lot less winey and held a lot more self-confidence, and that's what Vlad found attractive.

These videos were all taken weeks ago, and Vlad hated that he had to resort to watching reruns. Where was Daniel? Didn't he have school?

Vlad mulled over what he had been seeing for the past five weeks, he figured that Maddie and Jack weren't sleeping together because of what happened those weeks ago. They didn't spend a lot of time in the house outside of night time, which was strange because prior to before that specific weekend, they were almost always home. Jazmine came home from Florida in the middle of the semester and has stayed there for almost the full five weeks now, which was strange because if he knew Jazz like he knew he did, then she would priorities school over everything but family. The amount of strange behavior was suspicious.

Maybe I should call them, he thought as he clicked his mouse a few times to get the live feed on the Fenton house. Jazmine was conveniently sitting in the living room on her computer, Maddie wasn't in the house and the idiot was in the basement again working on who the hell knows what.

Vlad lifted up his phone and dialed the only number beside his own that he knew by heart and waited as it rang. He watched the screen carefully as Jazmine jumped in surprise when the phone next to her started ringing before she wiped her face and picked it up.