Obsidian Abyss

A DP/VK crossover

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is the property of Butch Hartman and Vampire Kisses is the property of Ellen Schrieber. I am the owner of all OC's in this fic.

Prologue: A Night to Remember

The gentle light of a mid-winter moon cast an off-white glow upon the scene before the girl. The clean, crisp scent of newly fallen snow mingled perfectly with the sharpness of pine, and the odor of something else. Something that left a coppery taste on the girl's tongue, liquid obsidian that stood out against the whiteness of the forest floor in stark contrast. It gently dripped to the ground in an endless stream.

As the pool beneath her grew and grew, small sounds could be heard distantly above her, a subtle shifting that made her heart beat faster and faster, until she was sure that it could hear her. She held perfectly still, willing herself to calm, even as a loud scraping noise came from directly above her.

Aurana prayed to every god and goddess that she had encountered in her six centuries of life as she slowly leaned back to scan the branches above her for the enemy that had nearly laid her low.

A hand full of serrated onyx claws lashed out from the shadows, severing the bows and clearing the way for something heavy to descend upon her. The combined force of her own body, only eight years old when it had stopped aging, and this newcomer proved too much for her perch to bear. The branch let out a deafening crunch as the mighty oak splintered, sending them both to the base of the ridiculously tall tree.

Aurana yelped in pain as her spine and most of her ribs cracked, but still she remained conscious. She squeezed her brown, snake-like eyes shut and tried to turn her head away as the black shelled beast raised one of its arms, still leaking watery black blood from the deep lacerations in its forearm, and prepared to deal the killing blow.

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Tray gently kneaded his temples and tried to keep himself from screaming as the nightmarish vision finally subsided. He took a deep, calming breath and slowly cracked one eye open, wary of the bright sunlight that seemed almost eager to assault his senses. A pair of teens on roller skates spared him curious glances as they rolled by, obviously wondering if they would need to call for help anytime soon.

The vision had come on hard and fast, nearly causing his knees to buckle. He had stumbled onto the bench, where he had remained for the past ten minutes or so, with the emotional distress coming from his psychic vision keeping him rooted to that spot.

The good news was that he was definitely in the right place this time. The 'great oak tree', which the young girl from his vision had scaled, had long since died off and been uprooted in favor of a concrete path, hence the park in which Tray now found himself. After months of following watered-down versions of this same vision, he had at last located the spot in which the girl named Aurana had been cut down by a malevolent force well over eleven thousand years before.

This was also the bad news. After finally locating the scene of the murder, Tray could at last determine how long ago she had existed. Problem was, the creatures that had done her in had only been in existence for the last eleven thousand years.

This left the psychic with one question that made his brow furrow and his shoulders sag.

How in the hell was he supposed to solve a twenty-thousand-year-old murder case?